#also have you guys seen that meme with the worm texts?

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Alright I was going to do this on anon but honestly why not own it, ya know? So I first came to your blog with its a match and then slowly spiraled.

First off, I can not believe how fast you've been updating its a match. I don't know what your writing process is but holy fuck you have been feeding us so well. The different dynamics between all the guys and reader is so beautifully crafted. And the way you writer the dynamics between all of the 141 is so good too! I personally feel like they've all been together for such a long time and have such a good relationship outside of the normal chain of command and team bonding. Beautiful! I love when authors write Simon as wanting to feel normal away from work, and you do it so well. Like yes he's gruff and has dry humor but damn does he wear it well. AND THE BANTER!? It's so realistic, like some books/fics the way character talk just sounds so fake, but the way you have them all interacting, talking and texting, is exactly like how I'd imagine them to interact. (SPECIFICALLY THE "HONK SHOO HONK MIMIMIM" PART. I HAD TO TEXT MY HUSBAND ABOUT IT I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD!!) Like typing errors when you text and emojis when you least expect them is just so realistic and I'm obsessed.

Secondly, I came for its a match, but have been scrolling through for all the pegging content. Like I'm not into pegging in practice for myself, but hot damn is it hot to imagine all these super macho guys turned into blubbering, blissed-out messes *chef's kiss* honestly! Like it took me an extra long time to eat dinner because I was so caught up in the pegging tag. Then closed out and came right back to it for any and all updates, wild. Now the thought of pegging is stuck in my brain for as long as the worms feed off it. So thanks for your anons blessing us with the gospel then fucking dipping, honestly meme worthy. And your reactions are so funny, I laugh out loud for EVERY SINGLE ONE! I went through last night reading and liking almost every post under the pegging tag, I couldn't help myself.

Honestly I haven't read your other things tagged in your master list that I can remember (I tend to read without looking at authors) but I'm sure as shit going to do that right after i send this. Also don't feel the need to answer to this if you don't want to, I just wanted to express my love for the vibes here and the discussions you've been having. Keep up the good work on all of your works, it's all been amazing (no pressure, just keep being you!) Sorry for the book of an ask, got a little carried away reminiscing on the fic and pegging parts 😅 hope you have a great day!!

You just made me cry reading this so thanks for that 🙄 /jk pls I can't handle the kind words and the love 🥺🫶

I'm so so thankful you enjoy the banter and dynamics and the texting and everything really! it comes very naturally to me (the banter and jokes) and I just let it flow as it comes to get natural dialogue

as for the pegging, blame my anons bc I literally had almost no hand on it, as you've seen, just corrupted pulled the sacred texts on us and blessed us with that brain rot and yk-

I also have a habit of reading without checking the author unless I've gone on a deepdive of their blog (and if I ever want to check if someone I don't know posted a new chapter to a fic, I just have to hope my dash blesses me with the next chapter LMAO)

I'm so glad you enjoy the vibes here, I'm honestly surprised my blog's fostered such good communication and energy and just... yeah!

(also do not apologize for sending a long ask, I love it so so so so much tytytytytytytytytytytyty)

hope you enjoy everything i've written and will write in the future!

[inkwellwrites]

I dont have any fancy introduction to this post uhh. hi hello greetings. Might as well put the "writes" in my name to good enough use and finally share personal little hcs about one of my Favorites: Burt Curtis

-Very lax and chill. Not exactly hesitant to talk about shitty people behind their backs though

-Not an overly social person. If you need to find him, the best chance you have is in his workspace/room regardless of what time it is

-^ seeing him outside his room may as well be comparable to seeing sasquatch out in the wild

-The kind of person to have a diet that consists of Monster and ramen and nothing else. Although, he does go out to eat other things. Gotta have some kind of balanced diet

-Probably more expressive through text than he is verbally

-Will often doodle and make small comics on the job when he isn't busy since he really doesn't do much besides sit around during his work hours. He has a drawing tablet for when he's off the clock

-He does Twitch streams as a side job. No reason behind it I just thought it was funny. Those streams consist of either chatting, gameplay or drawing sessions 

-On top of picking up small hobbies to pass the time, he's learned to play bass guitar and drums well enough. He's currently learning alto saxophone, but mostly to play meme songs

-Is the kind of guy to allow spiders to crawl all over him. They're his friends so it's ok

-Has a gaming chair and separate gaming monitor. Yeah

-References memes a lot irl and will not elaborate if you don't get them

-Not a huge fan of people yelling at him. This is kind of seen in the game but it felt important enough to mention again lol

-Does not have a single formal fashion bone in his body. Can and will show up to an event in a jacket and sweats with some kind of goofy lettering on them (his favorite pair being green sweats that say "Yeah Baby" on the side). Reginald gets a little pissed off at it but at the end of the day he admires how adamant Burt is and lets him slide too many times to count. Also, Burt just kinda sits around in a room during work hours anyways...

-Likes Reginald a lot. Partially because Burt thinks it's funny when Reg looks like he's about to bite off a chunk of drywall when he says he forgot to wear something formal. But it's fine they still respect one another

-RHM though. Burt's kinda scared of that guy. Even more so in paths where he has those cybernetics. Don't want a repeat of that Holey Cap situation now, huh?

-Hard to tell if he's mad at someone unless he has a weapon clearly pulled out, but honestly, it's difficult to get him too worked up to the point he would get physical

-Him and Sven's dynamic is basically just "Would you still hang with me if I was a worm?" "What"

-Speaking of, he's closest to Sven when comparing him to everyone else. When Sven's not doing anything, he'll just barge into Burt's room when he isn't streaming or working and start ranting. Burt doesn't mind that

-Also learning a little bit of Swedish from Sven

-His sense of humor is strange. At times you may get him to mildly breathe out of his nose but it's only when the planets truly align you will get him to double over in tears from laughing

-Would eat heaps of ketchup out of a bottle if paid to do so

-Will never tell you how he got his headphones through his top hat

-Has a headphone collection. Loves them to death

Uhhhhh that's Burt. Goodbye

[ground-zero-idiocies]

I've got a funny prompt/request for Fallout 4. So someone tells Nora to act her age, and Nora immediately starts to play dead.

Ground-Zero-Idiocies Presents: Fallout 4 Companions React: ‘Act Your Age’

Cait: “Frankly, I don’t know what you were expecting when you asked a two country old popsicle to act her own damn age. How bout you do that instead of making my girlfriend mess up her daily walk? Really. I ‘spected better from you.”

Codsworth: “Oh mum! While I must admit that this is quite humorous, I feel obligated to inform you that the soil still contains trace amounts of radioactivity that can seriously damage your tissue!”

Danse: “Really, Sentinel? You treat a schoolyard taunt by writhing in literal commonwealth filth? I will never understand you pre-war types. Stop embarrassing yourself and stand up! Honestly. I don’t know what you think you’re doing.”

Deacon: Tearing up “Hey, don’t insult my friend like that! I’m sorry. Barbara used to do that when she was feeling silly. I’m sorry, it’s just…look at my head. It’s bald. That’s funny, right? Good lord.”

Curie: “Oh no! Madam! Are you feeling alright?! It is not so normal to simply fall on zee ground like this! I must get you to zee hospital immediately!!”

Gage: “Real funny boss. Now get the fuck up before Mason’s all over my back about not picking an ‘alpha’ OB. Seriously? You need to get up. This is ridiculous.”

Hancock: Falls to the ground and starts wiggling like a snake while holding up the middle finger. “Don’t mess with me or my worm friend! We are happy like this!!”

Jack Cabot: “I really do suppose that, if this were the case, you would be just as barren as the skeletons that people refuse to remove from their homes and business. And I suppose I should be a fossil, then. I wonder what species future archeologists will believe my father to be. I think about this a lot.”

Longfellow: “Hardy har. Very funny, sole survivor. I need to find a bar. Did you like that? It’s from a new series of poems I’ve written called ‘Fuck off: love from Far Harbor’. Now get the hell out of here.”

MacCready: “I guess that if I were to act my age people would tell me to put my chems away and actually do something with my twenties. Eh, I’m all for throwing that away.”

Nick Valentine: “You could say I’m any number of ages - my memories start 265 years ago, I think I was built about 100 years ago, and I can only lucidly recall the last 40 years. When someone can figure out how to act 265, 100, and 40 all at the same time, let me know.”

Piper: “Very funny, Blue. Now fuck off asshole, no one asked for your opinion. Or even your existence. No one talks to my adopted ancient sister like that!!”

Preston: “Ha ha, general. Now please stand up. You’re embarrassing the entirety of the Minutemen right now. This absolute clown has no right to rain in your parade but that coat is an absolute bitch to clean. Trust me, I know.”

Strong: “Little lady collapse on ground. Strong help little lady. Strong wants bad man to leave or Strong will smash bad man!! Strong is sorry for little lady. Strong should take anger management class.”

X6-88: “Leave before I tear you limb from limb, leaving you less human than an egg before conception. And to you, Nora, stand up. This is absurd. You aren’t actually 200 years old. Our great and mighty Father is actually much older physically and mentally, and I believe that we would find this very disrespectful.”

[vicea]

dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson) 

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories 

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour... 

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea) 

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when 

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla 

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars 

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon! 

[quillquiver]

On SPN, Burying Your Gays, and Being Heard

I am shaking, I feel sick, I feel like I’m insane. And did I run a little wild with the theories? You bet. But you know what didn’t help? The botched clusterfuck that was this entire goddamn finale debacle. How was I supposed to believe anything they said in panels when M&G dialogue would leak saying the exact opposite? How was I supposed to grieve and move on when there was nothing from the cast and crew? Nobody said anything! And any info leaked just destabilized what we already knew or directly contradicted what we’d been told. In light of that, how was I supposed to trust anything anyone said? One rogue translator reciprocated the love confession and I was practically sold, because there were so many questions surrounding the English text that this was something good, something that logically fit, and something I wanted to hold onto. 

Because they hurt me. This is about so much more than one episode or a ship; for years queer fans have seen ourselves in these characters and been told that we were crazy. That we were reading too much into it. I’m not sure how people get upset and offended when a storyline that doesn’t exist... doesn’t exist! said Guy Bee (2013). And then, after all of that, they turned around and said magnanimously, you have your version, I have mine... and that’s okay. But it’s not okay. It’s not okay, because that doesn’t erase what came before - that doesn’t erase the baiting and the gaslighting, and that invalidates everything we felt in the time leading up to that episode. It gave them an open window for all the subtext that came after. It allowed them to brush us off.

And then we got Cas’s love confession. I watched that scene about 500 times. Added to the rest of the season - to the fandom avatar being presented as successful and intelligent, to arc being the death of the author - I felt seen. Really seen, by a show that made it its mission to erase me. I had been okay with Cas dying at first because I had been sure the romance arc would carry through. I had been convinced that after everything, there was no way they would give that to us and then take it away.

But they did, because this is Supernatural. To anyone saying this is not bury your gays, I implore you to read up on the Hays Code. This link is to an amazing queer history podcast and the episode that covers it. In short, the Hays Code was a legal document that came about in 20th Century Hollywood during the puritanical war on the American entertainment industry,  and it stipulated what was not allowed on screen. Not all of it was queer - there’s a whole section about kissing - but what the Code is most remembered for is that queerness was not allowed on screen. But queer people are resilient, and so they started testing the waters... and it turned out that you could in fact code queerness into a narrative, as long as it was subtextual, or as long as the queer character died/was punished, or both. The point is that the character is not allowed to live their truth openly. They are buried, either in the ground or punished in the narrative. The former is normally what we refer to these days, because the latter just doesn’t really happen anymore.

Until Supernatural. 

Castiel is immediately punished for speaking his truth - and please don’t tell me he leveraged that punishment and so he had agency. Literally the only thing that could make him happy was confessing his feelings, and so the Empty deal was directly related to this idea of queerness-as-punishment. That being said, Bobo wrote a beautiful scene. Cas’s confession was a love letter to queerness and coming out... but everything that came after buried him. Castiel may have ended the series alive but he was effectively written out of the last two episodes, and that means that he actually never really got to live his truth. He was silenced by the narrative - that is punishment. 

Dean is a whole other can of worms. Does one rogue translator confirm canon bi!Dean? Or do we have to read our own version of the text? The fact that we even have to ask these questions firmly places us in the realm of queerbaiting. Were the writers trying to get bi!Dean approved but were unable to? I have no idea, but queerbaiting requires proof that the writers encouraged a reading they had no intent of following through on, and we certainly don’t lack in evidence of that. Not from this writers room, but from those of previous eras. Did these writers try? They might have, but the funny thing about queerbaiting discourse is that there has never been a show to bait this long, and I’m making the call that even if you tried at the end, you baited me with half the ship and all the years that came before. 

Of course, the narrative leaves open the possibility of bi!Dean so if you do read the show that way, that means Dean also falls into the bury your gays category; if you read the show this way - which many of us do - the mere suggestion that Dean Winchester was bisexual was enough to punish him. And he was punished. We’ve all written extensively on this, but he was given a random death, on a case his father never finished. All that growth, all that time spent having him accept himself, love himself, that was all taken away. He died the way he always thought he would: as a tool, in service of his father, protecting his brother. He had always believed he’d been a body to throw on the sword and in the end that’s all he was. And when he gets to Heaven? He’s also silenced. He barely speaks in the episode except to monologue during his death, and that is 100% Sam-centric. He is scared. 

It was horrific to watch. I sobbed so hard my roommate was seriously concerned. 

I had been fully prepared for Supernatural to end disappointingly. I had figured everything would end with a huge heaven reunion because white, straight, cis-male S&F writers love the idea of death as a reward, but instead of being disappointed I felt like I had witnessed a slaughter. Every single one of the queer themes intrinsic to the show: found family, resilience, speaking your truth... were gone. And I know we’ve talked about this too, but it bears repeating, because in doing this, in writing the queerness out of its narrative, Supernatural effectively looked every one of us queer folx in the eye and said: you are not important. You don’t matter. All of that stuff that came before is all good and well, but what really matters at the end of all things is blood family. It’s two brothers in a car. Life sucks but at least we get to die and go to paradise - real paradise, that your angel buddy died for and then made for you and who we never hear from again.

I felt insane. I felt cheated. I felt humiliated. I felt devastated. I still feel all those things, but listen to me. You have been heard. Not by Misha Collins, who is a great guy, but doesn’t get it. Not by Jensen Ackles, who is a similarly great guy, but also just doesn’t understand. And not by anyone else who worked on this show. 

You know who heard you? Me. The people who follow me. The people who follow you. We saw each other, and heard each other, and we gave each other a leg up. We made memes. We wrote fic. We drew fanart. We made gifs. All for ourselves and all for each other. We broke Tumblr multiple times. We donated over $60,000 USD to multiple different causes. We got multiple hashtags trending at multiple different points, and today kept it up because we demanded answers and then we got them. There were at least 5 articles written about the show today. We made that happen. We made people listen. 

Supernatural didn’t deserve me, and it didn’t deserve you. It didn’t deserve Dean. It didn’t deserve Cas. It didn’t deserve Misha and Jensen. But this show ended with a bleak, awful message and we turned around and showed them that love is loud. So what about all of this is real?

We are.

[scummy-writes]

5k Followers Celebration!

I feel like a lot of folks are probably confused as to the amount of followers, but I’m going to dump that all under a read more! Right now I just want to focus on saying thanks, and! The best I can think of is a ‘thank you’ fic! (With a blabbery/rambling thank you under a read more).

A while ago I mentioned that once I hit my next milestone I would let you guys choose the next suitor to get pegged, so I made a handy little poll to do just that! It’s not set to gather any info outside of voting/written in suggestions (if you want) with the other (not required) qs.

Obviously, since there are a lot of suitors I can’t really write well at all, there’s only a few to pick from here, but I hope at least one suitor is someone you’ve been wanting to see get pegged! But, regardless, here is the poll: click me!

(Please do not try to write in other suitors)

I believe in the past I also mentioned doing a poll where it’s voting for a non-pegging fic, and while I want to do that as well, I am going to wait a few months before I do that. Just to see how this one goes, and to give myself a break in between writing for others vs writing for myself. I’m sorry if that’s a bit disappointing.

When it comes to the poll itself, I’m probably going to keep it open for three days, unless it seems like its getting a lot of votes still, then I might extend it to last a full week instead! Wanna give folks a good chance to vote qq

And now, time for Scum to attempt a coherent ‘thank you’!

I’m always pretty bad at these types of posts because in all honesty I don’t really like looking at numbers often, since it usually adds onto my anxiety and, admittedly, stresses me out. It’s hard to figure out things I want to say because of this, because I do want to thank folks, but I also want to clarify some viewpoints I have so I (hopefully) don’t give off bad mindsets to have with these things. Because I’ve seen that people often like shoving number counts as a way to ‘one up’ others or something really weird like that, and thankfully I have Not seen it in the ikevamp fandom much. (Or, I may be lucky and haven’t ran into people like that.) While it probably comes off as hypocritical to say, I greatly dislike the idea of numbers = worth. I hate it in the sense of how I’ve seen it rip friends apart or have been used as an excuse towards bullying others. Because of that, I don’t think I’m going to be making any posts about the amount of followers I have for a long, long, time, if at all, and it’s partly why I’ve avoided answering any anons or those fun tag meme things that ask to list a follower count. It’s obvious (I hope) that no, I do not have 5k followers that are purely from the ikevamp fandom. This is a mixture from the past fandoms I’ve been in (well, I was only in one for half a moment so maybe just Two fandoms), and surprisingly a lot of you have stuck around through the fandom changes. Admittedly, I wanted to figure out how many I had before writing for ikevamp, but I couldn’t find a way to find out old follower counts based off of dates. And then it opened up the can of worms of not having ‘picture proof’ if anyone asked for it, and instead able to only offer just a set ‘in all’ total.

This probably doesn’t sound coherent, but I hope it makes at least some sense: while I hate looking at my follower count or witnessing weird (negative) fixations* on others follower counts, I absolutely do not hate seeing all of the familiar names that pop up in my notifications. I don’t have any negative feelings towards any followers, and I get,,,,,,,cheesily,,,,,, overwhelmed,,,, when I see someone that followed me like 2 or 3 years ago interacting with posts I’ve made recently.

Knowing folks have stuck around with me for so long and are offering support in ways of just hanging around still means a lot, even when its often clear I don’t write for the fandoms they initially followed me for, and it always makes me happy (and sappy) to see urls that I remember. Even if they’re just liking a random text post I made ;;; It’s probably weird to do so, but, that’s what makes me the happiest. 

That isn’t to say that I don’t remember newer faces! A lot of you interact with me a lot and are always extremely kind to remind me it’s okay for me to take breaks, it’s okay for me not to get out a new fic asap or for me to just chill out and breathe. You guys are also quick to give me encouragement when I need it, even if I’m not even directly asking for it, and there’s a lot of replies/anons/asks I go back and read that help me out when I’m feeling a bit low ;;

It always makes me scoff at myself when I say “I don’t know how to word this” or “I’m bad at words”, but I really hope that it’s clear that I do appreciate the people who support me, whether old or new. You guys have helped me a lot, encouraged me to keep writing when I’ve been close to given up way more often than I’d like to admit, and being able to talk to you guys makes me ;;; very happy and thankful, especially given current world events…

Thank you guys for talking to me and taking the time out of your day to read what I write, whether it’s a silly text post or a fic I worked on. Thank you guys for supporting me, whether it’s been ‘quietly’ or ‘loudly’. Thank you guys for ;;; treating me like a person, and acknowledging there’s someone behind the blog, because I have not been so lucky in the past, and I know others haven’t been either. Like. God. I am not exaggerating when I say this fandom has been the nicest I’ve been in so far. In past fandoms, I’ve been sent gore for liking a character, I’ve been stalked and harrassed for a year over liking another character. Having people who have stuck around through all of that means a lot, and having newer faces that are so kind to me means ;;;; a lot too. I’m very thankful for the kindness I receive every day.

   

    This was very….Long winded… And probably confusing. But thank you for reading through this very rambly post. I’m sorry if my way of saying thanks is odd ;;; 

*Do want to clarify that no matter how many followers someone has, I think it’s absolutely fine to celebrate getting so many followers. I think it’d be insanely hypocritical to say it wasn’t HAHA. In past fandoms people just used follower counts in so many hateful ways so it’s hard for me to talk about numbers given some unhealthy viewpoints I witnessed from others and had pushed on me back when I was starting this blog.

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Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 59

Oh damn! This has been a great chapter to write and I managed to work in Dark Bee!! Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this roller coaster ride of a chapter and get ready for more. It's Miracle Queen next and things are about to get even more crazy! Just as a heads up, Lila's take down won't be in this chapter. I'm sure I've said this before but I intend to have her full take down in my adaptation of Truth which will be my 'season 4' finale so chapter 80. I know it's far away but i promise it will be worth the wait. Anyway, that doesn't mean that Anatis is going to ignore Lila's actions. He is gonna be watching her like a hawk after this and searching for solid evidence to be able to take her down once and for all. I just wanted to let you guys know that so you can read Miracle Queen without been disappointed when a lila take down doesn't occur. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it :D Oh, my miracle queen redesign will now be marked as non spoiler too since she has been revealed in this chapter

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Loveater (1/2)

~One Week Before Princess Justice~

 Marinette frowned to herself as she sat in the park alone. She had tears rolling down her face and had been crying for a good few minutes. She was so tired and hurt that she didn't even care that it was raining or that she was soaked. It didn't matter. Not anymore. Her whole life was about to be destroyed and she didn't know how to save herself. Lila had been going on and on about how successful she was and of course, Marinette had gotten annoyed and pointed out her lies. Given they were obvious ones this time, she thought her classmates would finally realize but then Lila started to cry and accused Marinette of hating her and having a grudge against her. Marinette pointed out that she wouldn't have a problem with her if she didn't lie. That only made Lila worst and she began to cry so dramatically, it made Chloe look normal when she threw her tantrums. However, it worked on the class. Almost instantly, they began to berate her and tell her not to 'bully' poor Lila. Marinette tried to argue that she wasn't bullying her. She was simply trying to disprove her lies. That's when Miss Bustier told her to go to the principal's office. Marinette did in defeat and was given detention even though she explained she was just trying to help her friends. After that, lunch time came and Adrien came up to her. She naturally blushed and stumbled her words but he told her she shouldn't accuse anyone of lying without solid proof. Of course, that hurt Marinette more then he realized. He thought he was giving her advice, telling her to collect evidence and then show it to her classmates but Marinette saw it as him telling her off and berating in the same way as the rest of the class. Alya had already told her on several occasions that she needed proof that Lila was lying yet she never once verified her source when Lila claimed to be Ryuko's best friend and Aspik's girlfriend. It was so obvious she was lying yet it felt like Marinette was the only person who saw it. After Adrien's "advice", she excused herself and headed to the bathroom to cry. Unfortunately, Lila had seen her and followed her. She tried to be nice to her and worm her way in but when Marinette didn't relent, Lila showed her true colors and threatened her, giving her til the end of the day to bow down to her. That's why Marinette ended up in the park. She ran as fast as she could out of the school and to one of the only places she felt slightly safe. It was odd that she felt safe in the park but she could hide in the merry-go round, which is what she was doing. She jumped as her phone vibrated, causing her to look at it. She opened it and saw it was the group chat that her class had. She opened it, wondering if they were trying to reach her but it was just them spamming it with memes and other crap. Marinette sniffed and wiped her eyes as she realized no one had actually texted her to see if she was ok. She didn't expect her parents to because they were busy and some of the class she knew had issues with texting or phoning people. Juleka was one of them as was Nathaniel so she didn't expect them to but she thought Nino or Alya would have. Yet they had done nothing. Looking at the time, she decided to get up and walk back to the bakery. She needed to change her clothes anyway. She wiped her eyes off her tears and walked with her shoulders slumped towards the gate, failing to notice the purple butterfly fluttering towards her. However, as she literally stepped out, a bike pulled up next to it. 

 "Marinette?" A familiar voice asked, making her look up as Juleka's brother, Luka, climbed off his bike. His expression was one of concern and worry. "Are you ok?"

 She blinked and automatically put on a small smile. It was a mask she had gotten so use to wearing.

 "Yeah, I'm fine," She lied but Luka didn't look like he believed her. His expression became even more worried as her song didn't match her expression. Seeing him look at her with worry and concern shook her and the dam broke. Her shoulders shook as she felt tears in her eyes. "A-actually, no! I'm not fine at all!"

 She covered her face and turned away from him, not wanting him to see her tears. He would just ignore it anyway. That's what everyone did. She began to sob, feeling alone again as the butterfly fluttered closer but then she felt an arm move around her as Luka gently pulled her against her. He was holding his bike with his other hand and she couldn't help but cry as everything she felt came out.

 "I'm so tired, Luka!" She gasped, shaking as she cried. The butterfly fluttered closer to her. "Of all these responsibilities. Of having to put up a front all of the time. Of not been allowed to be who I truly am!"

 "It's alright, Marinette," He stated as he gently moved his thumb up and down on her shoulder, trying to comfort her as she cried. It slowly worked as the butterfly just hovered nearby. "You can tell everything or nothing if you prefer. You can be yourself around me you know... just yourself,"

 She looked up at him as he looked back at her before leaning against his chest, causing him to let go of his bike. It crashed to the floor as he wrapped both arms around her, causing her to close her eyes. For the first time in ages, she felt... warm and safe and for a while, they just stood there. Neither noticed the butterfly fluttering away to find a new victim. Instead, it was just the two of them and the world could wait before she sniffed and wiped her eyes, looking up at him sadly before reality seemed to catch up with her. She quickly pulled away, embarrassed as she blushed.

"I-I'm so sorry, Luka," She gasped, trying to not to freak out too much. "I didn't mean to break down-"

 "It's ok," Luka smiled, making her smile shyly and her heart flutter a little. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders but if you don't want to tell me-"

 "I'm been bullied," She stated, making him blink as she looked down. "There's this girl in my class. She lies like it's second nature to her and I realized what she was doing. I tried to call her out to protect my friends because she's promising them everything but no one believes me. Alya keeps telling me to not to be jealous of her and Adrien told me to not to accuse her if I don't have proof and I don't know what to do, Luka. She threatened to destroy my life if I didn't-"

 "She threatened you?!" He gasped, shocked. "Marinette, you have to tell a teacher!"

 "I can't, Luka," She whispered, making him frown."They do nothing... Chloe bullies everyone but none of the teachers do anything because her father is the mayor and Lila is the daughter of the italian ambassador or so she says but the point is the school believes her and they don't bother rich parents,"

 She looked down with a broken expression.

 "It doesn't matter anyway," She stated, looking sad. Luka went to argue but before they could, an explosion got their attention before Ryuko and Aspik landed in front of them. They grabbed them and carried them away as a building landed where they had been standing, causing Luka to look back. His eyes widen in surprise as he saw some kind of monster in the dust but before he could question it, he was dropped off near his home and was alone. Aspik had taken Marinette back to hers. He sighed and dropped her a text, telling her that he was there for her if she needed him. She replied with a simple thank you. Neither of them expected their lives to change one week later when Princess Justice's reign began and Anatis was born...

 ~The Dupain-Cheng Resident, Current Time~

 Marinette hummed to herself as she sew the final part of her gift to Anatis. She stopped and stretched, glancing around her room. Plagg was curled up in his bed, sleeping off his food coma. He had stuffed his face with a cheese danish while she had been working and was now snoring a little. She smiled and shook her head as she went back to her thoughts. Tomorrow was exactly one year since she had became Princess Justice and Anatis had turned up to save Paris. However, she wasn't upset about it been the anniversary of her akumatization. Quite the opposite actually. Since she had became Princess Justice, her life had changed dramatically. Most of her class knew that Lila was a liar, even if some people were still in denial. Though Alya was getting the memo now and definitely started to act carefully around the italian. She had build friendships with people she never thought she could be friends with. Kagami was one of them and so was Chloe and Sabrina. The two girls had turned out to be pretty awesome and then there was her friendship with Adrien. Since she had completely moved on from him, she no longer stumbled over her words or acted like an idiot. She was fully supportive of his relationship with Kagami as well. They made each other happy and she was happy for them. She had also befriended Kitty Section and grown so much closer to Luka. Sure, he had always been there for her before but their friendship was so much stronger now. Even the students at their school had noticed and began referring to them as the everyday Anatis and the everyday Lady Noir. The irony that she was Lady Noir made her chuckle when she heard it. However, she saw why they called them that. She generally considered him her best friend. They were quite the duo too. Luka was always willing to help others and Marinette was kind of his partner in crime so to speak. Of course, she wanted to be more then just his friend but this wasn't like how she was with Adrien. She had realized that what she felt for Adrien was a crush and an unhealthy one at that. She wasn't in love with him at all. She fallen for the person she thought he was but she had him on a pedestal and she was determined not to do the same with Luka. She wanted to truly love him for who he was, faults and all. She also intended to give him a gift for the anniversary as he had been there for her no matter what so she had made two gifts. One for the boy who had always supported her and stayed at her side and one for the hero who had stepped up and saved her from herself. Without Luka and Anatis, she wouldn't be here. She jumped a little as she heard a thump on her balcony, making her smile a little before she got up and picked up the gift she had made Anatis. It wasn't anything fancy. She had made him a scarf with a ladybug pattern as it would be getting colder soon and she didn't want her partner to get cold. She grabbed the small bag of cookies that she always kept on the side before climbing up to the balcony. Anatis was leaning against the balcony, looking out to the city as the light sparkled. He had been pretty quiet on their patrol earlier so she had a feeling he might come to visit her as her civilian self.

 "Hello stranger," She stated, making him look over and smile a little. "It's been a while since you came by,"

 "It has, hasn't it?" He replied, smiling a little. "I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to come back given that your father probably still hates me,"

 "Don't worry. Papa has let it go," She replied, walking over to him. "It's nice to see you again though,"

 "Likewise, Princess," He smiled before shaking his head. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't call you that..."

 "I don't mind," She mumbled, moving a little bit of her hair behind her ear. "So what brings you to my balcony tonight?"

 "I wanted to check on you," He admitted, playing with his hands. "Tomorrow is exactly a year since-"

 "I became Princess Justice and you became Anatis," She stated, making him nod. "And because you're a wonderful bug, you wanted to check on me in case I'm feeling upset?"

 "Y-Yeah," He muttered as his cheeks went a little red. "I-Is that ok? Or am I been too intense? I can go-"

 "Stay," She replied, making him look at her in slight surprise. "I'm not in a bad mood but I like your company, Anatis... you saved me. I actually have something for you,"

 She held out the scarf, making him blink and pick it up as he looked at it.

 "It's a thank you gift for de-akumatizing me," She replied, looking down to the ground. "You were one of the only people who tried to save me and cared about me. I don't know how I could have come back from that place without you or Luka,"

 "L-Luka?" He asked, looking at her in surprise. She nodded as a small smile appeared on her face and a light blush came across her cheeks.

 "He saved me too," She replied, making him look at her with more surprise. "Not in the same way you did but... he believed me when no one else did and tried to help me. I know I failed both of you by falling prey to Hawkmoth but even after that... he was still there by my side. Without you two, I'd be lost,"

 "You didn't fail us, Marinette," Anatis stated, making her look at him as he stepped closer to her. She expected him to say something else but to her surprise, he didn't. He just simply placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, making her blush as he did before he looked at her with a gentle look. "I think I can speak for both me and Luka when I say we will always been there to help you find your way home,"

 "Anatis..." She whispered as tears came into her eyes. She hugged him, causing him to wrap his arms around her shoulders. "Thank you,"

 "Anytime, Marinette," He replied as she leaned into him. He gently pulled away and put the scarf around his neck. "Thank you for making this for me,"

 "It's the least I could do," She replied, blushing a little. "I thought a scarf would be nice since it's gonna be winter again and I don't want you to get cold. Ladybugs don't do well in the winter,"

 He chuckled and smiled as she gave him a small smile before she took out the bag of cookies and macarons as well.

 "And these are for Tikki," She smiled, making him smile back.

 "Thank you," He smiled, taking them from her. "She'll be over the moon with these,"

 Marinette smiled as Anatis sat down next to her. The two of them remained in silence for a few minutes as Anatis played with his hands while looking out to the city. Marinette frowned a little as he seemed nervous before deciding to break their silence.

 "Are you ok?" She asked, making him look as he stopped playing with his hands. "You seem... nervous?"

 "I was invited to an award ceremony," He admitted, making her blink. "Something about the mayor wanting to give me a medal for my bravery and to name the day after me... I guess I don't really get it. I'm not brave-"

 Marinette snorted at that, making him look at her.

 "What?" He asked, smiling a little.

 "You're not brave?" She asked, making him nod. "Anatis, you're the literal hero of Paris. You face dangers every day and fight supervillains to save us from some mad man with evil butterflies,"

 "That's not bravery," He replied, surprising her. "Bravery is standing up against those who wish to harm others without mask,"

 He gently tapped the side of his mask.

 "I have a mask," He replied, making Marinette shake her head.

 "That doesn't make you not brave," She replied, looking over to the city. "I think you're brave. When it came to getting your powers and taking the responsibility of saving Paris, you took it in your stride. You could have freaked out, turned evil or just cowarded away but you didn't. You're not just a hero to me. You're a beacon of hope and a light in the darkness. When it felt like I was drowning and no one was trying to save me, you reached in and pulled me out of that and I know I'm not the only one who thinks that way. That's why the mayor wants to give you a medal and name a day after you,"

 "Marinette..." He whispered, making her look at him. He smiled softly. "Thank you..."

 "Anytime," She smiled. "So are you gonna attend?"

 "I don't know," He admitted, looking down. "I think if I do, Lady Noir should come with me. She deserves as much recognition as I do. I'd even say she's way braver than I am,"

 "I think it's adorable how you talk about her," She smiled, making him blush a little. "It's obvious you admire her a lot,"

 "I do," He nodded, leaning against his hand. "She's my best friend and I like to think I'm hers,"

 "I think so," Marinette smiled, making him smile. Of course, she considered him her best friend but he didn't know that. She smiled a little again before gently leaning against his arm. He looked at her and gave her a soft smile. "Thank you for checking on me,"

 "Thank you for listening to me drone on," He replied, making her chuckle a little before the two of them looked over to the city once more.

 ~The Next Day~

 "Yes, Papa. I do know where the Grand Paris hotel is," Marinette stated as she held her mobile with her shoulder as she placed the last of the lemon and vanilla macarons into the boxes. They were part of the buffet for the Rossi's wedding anniversary. She didn't really want to be at the place, giving that it was Lila's family but her parents asked her to help bring the food to the venue then she would be free for the rest of the day. She closed the box and moved her hand to her phone as her father told her not to be late. "Me? Late? I won't be this time, Papa. For sure! I promise!!"

 "Ok then," Tom replied before he hung up. Marinette put her phone away and picked up the boxes before picking up the boxes and headed to the door. She almost tripped up on the small step but caught herself and didn't drop a single box. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard Plagg snigger at her before she carefully made her way across the shop floor and out of the door. It was a bit difficult but she manages to get out without dropping a box. However, a bike bell made her jump as someone pulled up next to the shop, causing her to accidentally throw the boxes. Luckily, the person on the bike caught them as she recovered from the surprise. She blinked and saw Luka there, making her smile.

 "Luka!" She asked, smiling as she walked over. "What are you doing here?"

 "I was working on a new song for you actually," He replied, handing her the boxes. "One that matches you completely and I think I've found it at last. Do you want to hear it?"

 "Yes please," She smiled, making him smile back before he reached for his guitar and moved it into his lap. He began to play, causing her to cheeks to flush as she listened to it. It was really beautiful and making her heart flutter as he played. He came to a stop, making her blink as he looked at her. "T-that's me?"

 "Yeah," He replied, nodding as she blushed more. "What do you think?"

 "Wow, it's... it's incredible!" She gasped, making him smile a little before he pulled a thoughtful face. "I-is something wrong?"

 "It's still not quite right," He sighed a little, making her blink before he smiled. "I can do better. I'm gonna work on it some more,"

 "Will you play it for me when you work it out?" She asked, making him smile and nod before her phone rang. She picked it up and answered it, causing her father to ask her if she was on her way. "Yeah, Papa, I'm on my way,"

 She hung up and turned to Luka with a little frown.

 "Sorry," She muttered, looking down a little. "I have to go,"

 He put his guitar back and pulled out a second helmet, handing it out to her. She blinked in surprise.

 "Are you sure?" She asked, surprised.

 "I don't mind," He smiled and kicked down part of his bike so it could stand on it's own before getting off it. He walked over to Marinette and took the boxes off her, securing them onto the back of his bike as she put on the helmet before he got back onto the bike. Marinette sat behind him and held onto his waist as he kicked the rod back up and began cycling again. "Where to?"

 "The Grand Paris hotel," She smiled as they did a u-turn and began to cycle there. Once there, Luka brought the bike to a stop and held it still. Marinette jumped off and took off the helmet, handing it back to him before she got the boxes and moved around to the entrance. "Thank you for the lift, Luka,"

 "Anytime, Marinette," He smiled before she gave him a shy smile and gently kissed his cheek. Though she had kissed his cheek on several occasion, it took him by surprise because it felt different. Or more precisely... she felt different when she did it. Her previous kisses were gentle and the kind you expect off a friend but this one was bold and he could feel her intentions. She intended it to be romantic, completely surprising him. However, he shook his head and just put it down to his imagination before returning the smile. "I'll find the perfect melody for you,"

 "I can't wait to hear it," She smiled, making him blush a little. "I better bring these up before Lila sees a chance to make me look bad again,"

 "Lila?" Luka asked, making her nod.

 "It's her parents' wedding anniversary and for some reason, they booked the bakery to do their food," She sighed, making him nod. "Mama and Papa told me I only have to bring the food to the venue then I could leave and have the rest of the day off,"

 "Do you want me to come up with you?" He asked, surprising her. "In case Lila tries anything,"

 "That would be nice if you could," She admitted, blushing a little. He smiled and moved his bike over to the parking area. He locked it up and took off his helmet before walking back over to Marinette and grabbing three of the boxes. She smiled and headed to the lifts. "You're not gonna get in trouble at work are you?"

 "Oh no, I finished my shift before I came by the bakery," He replied, making her nod as they stepped inside.

 "What if Lila clings to you?" She asked, making him look at her as she felt bad about accepting his offer. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable or put him in a situation that he was uncomfortable with. "You know if you want-"

 "I'm not gonna leave you alone in the claws of that faker," He stated, making her smile. "And if she clings on me, I'll remove myself from her claws. Of course, if she happens to get hurt... well then that's her fault,"

 "You're the best," She smiled, reaching up and kissing him on a cheek again. "A good side is that Kagami and Adrien are here since their families were invited,"

 "Ah, I'm not surprised," Luka mumbled, nodding. "Isn't Lila's mother an ambassador for Italy?"

 "She is and her father is the Public relations manager for Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Armani and Versace," Marinette replied, making Luka look at her in surprise and shock. "I know! It turns out she wasn't lying about her mother's job and her father works with the famous,"

 "So her stories might have a bit of truth," Luka muttered as the lift pinged. Marinette nodded as he frowned. "That explains why she finds it easy to tell them and make them slightly believable. Though she really shouldn't lie so much, even if her mother is part of the government and her father works with the famous,"

 "Agreed," She replied as the lift came to a stop and the doors opened. "Some of her stories are so over the top,"

 "That's true," Luka smiled as they walked out of it. Luka glanced around as they walked across the room. They saw Adrien and Kagami sat by Tomoe and Adrien's bodyguard and Lila herself was leaning against the lift. She noticed him and gave him her best smile but he ignored it and walked past her, causing her to frown. Marinette strolled next to him but cried out as she tripped and fell. Luka rushed over to her as Lila smirked, causing him to glare as she walked away. To his surprise, Kagami and Adrien rushed over as well.

 "Are you ok, Marinette?" Kagami asked as Luka helped her to her feet and Adrien picked up the boxes she dropped. 

 "I am," She replied, nodding. "Lila just... urg..."

 "She tripped you up, didn't she?" Adrien sighed, shaking his head. "Honestly, you'd think she would lay off for her parents' wedding anniversary,"

 He glanced over to the couple and the crowd, causing Luka to look over at them as well. Mrs Rossi was fairly pretty but strict looking. She had the same colored hair as Lila but it was styled in a bun. She was wearing a very beautiful dress that had a silver and gray top with gems across it and a deep green skirt. Her husband wore a matching suit. It was dark gray with deep green detail. His shirt was a light gray and his tie was green. He wasn't anything really special to look at and it was obvious he had some sort of plastic surgery to make himself look younger then he actually was. His hair was clearly dyed and he had some very expensive accessories such as his rolex watch. Seeing him in person, Luka could see that Lila took after him in looks. He had a similar face shape with a rather large forehead and his eyes were the same olive green as hers. However, what caught Luka's attention more than anything was the awkwardness between the couple. It was clear that neither wanted to be there. They were refusing to meet each other's eyes and Mrs Rossi had her arms folded. Her expression was one of annoyance and disappointment. Mr Rossi was completely ignoring her and looking far from her. However, the guests stopped chatting as an usher clapped their hands, getting their attention. It also caused Luka, Marinette, Adrien and Kagami to look over. To Luka's surprise, Mr Agreste's assistant was there, holding her tablet. Noticing his confused look, Adrien leaned over to him.

 "Father has created a very special gift for their anniversary," He whispered, making Luka nod as Mr Agreste cleared his throat.

 "Maria and Marco, on this most solemn day in celebration of your ten year wedding anniversary," Gabriel Agreste stated as everyone watched. "I am delighted to offer this magnificent gift I personally designed for you,"

 Luka rose an eyebrow as Lila walked over to the Gorilla and Nathalie who passed her a box before she walked on stage and presented it to her parents. 

 "My dearest Mr and Mrs Rossi," He stated as they opened the box and took out the gift, putting it on. "I hereby present to you the Gabriel couple cloak, a symbol of eternal love and bonds of marriage,"

 "Ouch!" Mr Rossi growled as his wife knocked into him. "Are you trying to trip me up?!"

 Mrs Rossi ignored him as she turned to Nathalie and Mr Agreste.

 "Thank you, Gabriel," She smiled falsely. "It's wonderful,"

 "Yes, quite fantastic," Mr Rossi replied, smiling false as well. "Truly it's a piece of art... even on someone as strict as my wife. You know I told her to let her hair down for once but she insisted on having it up in a bun. I admire her for it though. It takes a very special person to not care what people think. I think that's part of the reason why she's so successful in her job... that and everyone's scared of her. To my wife!"

 The adults held up their drinks and called out Mrs Rossi's name as if giving a toast to her, making her and Mr Rossi smile a little but it made Luka frown deeply. He knew a back compliment when he heard one and he could feel the hurt that she felt. Marinette frowned as she looked at him before gently poking his arm.

 "You ok?" She asked, making him nod as Lila returned back to her original position. "You sure?"

 "Yeah," He replied as the four of them walked over to Tom and Sabine, placing the boxes down. "Hi, Sabine. Hi, Tom,"

 "Hello, Luka. It's good to see you," Sabine stated as Tom waved before she turned to Marinette. "Before you go home, could you just get rid of these trays for us?"

 "Oh and grab us some cocktail umbrellas," Tom added in, causing her to nod as she and Luka automatically grabbed some of the trays. To her surprise, Adrien and Kagami grabbed some too.

 "You guys don't have to," She stated, making them blink. "You should enjoy the ceremony,"

 "We're good," Adrien smirked as they walked to the kitchen. "It's so boring and we're more then happy to help you,"

 "Well... thank you," Marinette smiled as Luka placed down the first set of trays. Marinette placed hers on top and began to look for the umbrellas. She found them and smiled before heading outside as Adrien and Kagami picked up some of the utils and began to play fight. Marinette came back a few minutes later and turned to Luka. "Well, I'm free for the rest of the day-"

 Adrien's bodyguard suddenly burst through the door, causing the two of them to look at him. They both noticed that Adrien and Kagami had ducked down so they couldn't be seen. He was looking around, causing Luka to blink.

 "Can we help you find something?" He asked, making the Gorilla frown before he left. Marinette let out a sigh as Adrien and Kagami popped back up.

 "Thanks, you two," Adrien smiled, causing them to look at him before a mischievous look came on his face. It was quickly matched by Kagami's expression. "Could we ask a favor?"

 "Could you help us escape?" Kagami asked, making both Luka and Marinette blink. "We don't want to be here and it's not often we get time for ourselves... oh you could escape with us!"

 "Um I mean my parents have everything covered and I don't want to be here much longer with..." She glanced at the door, making everyone understand who she meant. "But the only exit is out there. Your families will see you sneak away,"

 "That's a good point," Adrien sighed before looking out the door. "The biggest issue is getting past the Gorilla. He's stood by the doors as well,"

 Luka looked over, frowning before looking around the kitchen. His luck vision lit up some aprons and chef hats. He grabbed them and handed them to Adrien, Kagami and Marinette before putting one on himself, making Marinette smile before the four of them left the kitchen and walked past the guests. Luckily for them, the Gorilla was looking the other direction for them as they walked by. Just as they got halfway across the room, he looked over and began to move over, causing the four of them to run out of the exit. They ran up the stairs and dropped the disguise, causing them to land on the Gorilla as he followed. The four of them burst through the last fire escape and rushed onto the roof, running down the steps and past the ball pool. Adrien and Kagami looked around, trying to work out where to hide as they heard the fire escape door open. Luka suddenly pushed them into the ball pit before grabbing Marinette's hand and jumping in with her. Seconds later, the Gorilla rushed by and looked for them, frowning as he couldn't find them. He looked under the tables but gave up when they weren't there. He walked over to the lift and took it down, causing the four of them to look up.

 "Luka, that was genius!" Marinette gasped as Kagami and Adrien nodded.

 "Been disobedient is entertaining," Kagami smiled, clearly enjoying herself. "I've never had so much fun in my life,"

 "Really?" Luka asked, surprised before Marinette playfully threw a ball at her, surprising her and making everyone laugh. Luka ducked and grabbed a couple as Adrien tried to aim at him before throwing them towards him and kagami. Marinette laughed and moved over to him, using his height to hide behind him as she threw them at Adrien and Kagami. Seeing a chance, Kagami drove underneath the balls and pulled Marinette under before resurfacing and laughing. Marinette resurfaced, laughing as well but her pigtails had come loose, letting her hair down. For a second, Luka was completely taken back at how beautiful she looked, allowing Adrien to him with a ball. He blinked and shook his head before looking to Marinette again. "Wow..."

 "Huh?" She asked, confused.

 "It's the first time I've seen you with your hair down," He smiled, making her blush and dive under to find her hair ties. Kagami giggled as she tried to find them, causing Luka to help her. Marinette luckily took the joke well and laughed as she tried to find them.

 ~Back to the Party~

 Lila frowned as she saw all the attention of her parents. However, her phone buzzed, causing her to look at it. She smirked as she saw a text from Hawkmoth, telling her to do what needed to be done. She smirked to herself and put away her phone. For the last couple of weeks, she has been causing problems for her parents. There were just small things but she had done things like cancelled flowers, helped her father choose the wrong thing, got rid of some of her mother's work so she had to work late and had been driving a wedge between them. The worst part is it was working. Throughout the whole morning, she had been dropping snide remarks or redirecting things. The best part was when her mother told her off, she would just cry and claim that she was trying to help which in turn made her father coddle her and snap at her mother. However, she wasn't done yet. The pièce de résistance of her plan was the cake. She had already messed with it, changing flavors and icing but somehow it managed to remain the way they wanted it too. She wasn't bothered by that though. She had a plan to use it as the final nail in the coffin so to speak and all was needed was to literally topple it. She knew it would be enough to push her mother over the edge and start one of her infamous arguments. Lila glanced over as Tom began to wheel the cake over, causing her to disappear over to the cart. He walked away to go and get the knives in order to cut it, causing her to smirk and carefully move it to the edge. It was just enough not fall right now but it would the moment anyone put pressure it. With that done, she moved as close to the entrance and typed a message to Hawkmoth, telling him to get ready. Tom returned and her parents walked over. Her father was holding the cloak as they walked over. Lila smirked as they reached it and took one of the knives from Tom before he stepped back. They held it together and placed it on the side of the cake, causing it to wobble and fall. They managed to jump away so it fell onto the floor, making her mother gasp in annoyance before she turned to Tom with a glare in her eyes.

 "You idiot!" She screamed, surprising everyone but Lila. She knew her mother kept a tight lid on her emotions but would explode like a volcano if the right buttons were pushed. "What the hell were you thinking putting that damn cake close to the edge like that, you useless orge?!"

 "Darling, calm down," Her father gasped, making her smirk as her mother turned to him.

 "Calm down?!" She screeched. "You useless imbecile! I won't calm down!! Give me that!"

 "What?! No! You don't deserve this piece of art!" Mr Rossi shouted back as she yanked at it. "You're been ridiculous!"

 "I'm been ridiculous?!" She screamed, making him blink. "No, you're been ridiculous! And this whole thing is ridiculous! That stupid cloak is! That dumb baker is! Why don't you just go back to Italy like you always do?! Hell, I'll paid for the seat for you!!"

 "Gladly and I'll take Lila with me!"

 "Oh no! You won't!" She screamed, making him growl. "You're a useless father!"

 "I'm the useless parent?!" He screamed back. "You're never there for her!"

 "Oh and you are!!"

 Lila couldn't help but smirk as they kept on arguing, making the guests blink as they were unsure what to do. Lila smirked even more as she saw the akuma fluttering into the room and straight into the cloak as her phone vibrated. She looked at it and smirked again before disappearing through the fire exit as her parents accepted the akuma and transformed into whatever monstoriaty Hawkmoth had turned them into.

 ~Back to Luka, Marinette, Adrien and Kagami~

 Kagami smiled as she watched Adrien play the piano while Luka sat on the edge of the ball pit. Marinette was still finding her hair ties. She managed to find them and moved over to the edge, looking to tie her hair back up. Luka looked over at her and gave her a soft smile, making her blush.

 "Your hair looks beautiful," He stated, causing her cheeks to heat up even more but before anyone else can could say a thing, the lift bell rang as two girls ran out of the lift. Luka frowned as he recognized one of them as Renée Marcel. However, her song and expression was one of panic. She glanced around and knocked down a table, dragging it to the lift and blocking it, alarming Luka even more. He stood up, causing Adrien to stop playing as the girls backed away from the lift. Marinette looked over to him.

 "Luka?" She asked, causing the girls to look over and gasp. They rushed over to them as he frowned.

 "What's wrong?" He asked.

 "T-There's a monster!" The other girl gasped as Renée rubbed her arm. "I-It ate my father!"

 "What?!" Adrien gasped, jumping and going to run over to the lift but Luka suddenly grabbed him as the table went flying as the creature burst from the lift. 

 "Under the piano!" He hissed, pushing Adrien towards it as the six of them ducked underneath. Renée gently held the other girl as she shook and Marinette looked at Luka as he frowned. They all held their breath as a snake like creature slithered by.

 "Come out, children," A female voice hissed, sending shivers down their spines.

 "We only want your love!" A male one replied, making Luka frown. The girl in Renée's arms shook as tears rolled down her face, causing Luka to frown. It was clearly an akuma and they needed to escape before it caught them. He glanced around before one of Marinette's hair ties lit up, along with a cake. He quickly grabbed it off her, making her blink at him before he grabbed the cake and used it as a slingshot, firing the cake across the pool and near the lift. It hit something, making a loud bang and getting the monster's attention. It hissed and moved over there. "There you are!" 

 Luka pointed to the fire escape, causing everyone to nod and jump out. They ran over and through the door, slamming it behind them. They ran down the stairs as fast as they could, rushing into the restaurant area. However, the creature burst through the door a few minutes later. It was truly terrifying to look at it. It resembled a snake person but it was pink. It was wearing an outfit that resembled the couple cape given to Mr and Mrs Rossi, making Luka gasp as he realized it had to be them. It had four arms but the creepiest part was it's head. It appeared to spin and switch between Mrs Rossi and her husband. Currently, it was Mrs Rossi looking around but Luka could see her husband's face on the back off it's head. Her face had a massive frown on it, framed with heart shaped lips and jagged teeth. Her eyes eyes narrowed as she stared at Luka.

 "This one has so much love," She declared, licking her lips before her head twisted around to reveal her husband. Like her, he had jagged teeth but instead of a frown, he had a massive grin.

 "Yes, it's making my mouth water thinking about it!" He declared as his eyes glowed.

 "Luka!" Marinette screamed, pushing him out of the way as they fired a pink beam at him. 

 "How romantic! It makes me sick!" Mrs Rossi snarled as she took back control before firing beams at them again. However, Kagami threw a cake at them, along with Adrien. Renée and her friend were curled up, holding each other as the creature turned to them. Luka jumped onto his feet and helped Marinette up as Kagami and Adrien dodged the beam of the creature. "Stay still brats!"

 "Get out of here!" He gasped, pushing her towards the exit before he rushed over to Renée and her friend. Renée jumped up, just as Kagami got hit by the beam and turned into a heart. Luka looked in horror as the creature's head spun into a male face and ate the heart. Adrien screamed and charged at it, causing it's tail to hit him. It turned on him, causing Luka to shake his head. He scooped up Renée's friend and ran out of the cafe with her. Luckily, Marinette had gone ahead but with Adrien and Kagami gone, the creature was following them. Luka ran as fast as he could while holding the sobbing girl and Renée ran with him. He ran up some stairs and into a new hall. 

 "Luka!" A voice shouted, making him look over. Chloe was stood in a door and Sabrina was gesturing towards him. He ran over and pushed the crying girl inside as the creature clashed through. Renée tripped and fell, causing the creature to go and fire a beam at her as it's head spun back to Mr Rossi. Luka rushed over and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the way in time. She looked at him in surprise as he pushed her into the room. He went to enter the room as well but the creature's tail crushed the door frame, causing bricks and debris to block the way. He managed to dive out of the way and backed up as the akuma turned to him, licking it's lips. It's head spun around back to Mrs Rossi as he backed away from it.

 "This boy is full of so much love for his family, for his friend and for the girl who stole his heart," She gasped, licking her lips as she leaned closer to him. Her eyes began to glow as she literally drooled at the idea of eating him. He shuddered a little at the thought of it. "You will make such a delicious meal!"

 Luka manage to jump out of the way before the beam hit him and rushed out of the escape door, running back up the stairs. He burst through the door and ran across the roof, making the creature follow him. Despite its size, it moved extremely fast and managed to catch up with him. It went to grab him but before it could, Lady Noir jumped down in front of them and slammed her hand onto the ground.

 "Cataclysm!" She yelled, causing the floor to crack. It gave way beneath akuma's weight, causing it to fall through. Seeing her chance, Lady Noir turned to Luka and picked him up. "Hold on,"

 He did as told as she ran to the edge and jumped across the roofs before landing by the bridge near the Eiffel tower. She put him down and looked at him.

 "Are you hurt?" She asked, making him shake his head. "Good, please stay here. I have to go see if anyone else needs rescuing before engaging the akuma,"

 "There's four girls possibly trapped in Chloe's room," He stated, making her nod. "But thank you for rescuing me,"

 "No problem, Luka," She nodded before jumping off. As soon as she was out of sight, he hid under the bridge and transformed into Anatis. He ran out and threw his yoyo, returning to the hotel. He landed on the rooftop and glanced around, not seeing Lady Noir or the akuma. He did see Renée and her friend huddled under the piano but Chloe and Sabrina weren't around. He walked over and knelt down, making them look at him. Renée was holding her friend as she shook.

 "Are you ok?" He asked in a gentle voice.

 "T-The monster got Chloe and Sabrina," The shaking girl gasped, making him frown. "They were trying to get us out of here but the monster has destroyed anyway to get out so we headed up here and it attacked us but Chloe and Sabrina sacrificed themselves so we could escape. The creature was hunting us but it suddenly up and left..."

 "I think it was talking to Hawkmoth," Renée stated, making him frown. "It jumped off the building,"

 "Ok," He nodded, taking out his yoyo and checking the news report. It showed Loveater attacking people down the street but Lady Noir wasn't there. He frowned but maybe she was tailing it and decided not to engage with it until he was around. A wise choice. "Do you know who it is?"

 "Mr and Mrs Rossi," The shaking girl gasped, making him frown as it confirmed what he thought. "It's their 10 year wedding anniversary today but everything went wrong then they turned into that monster when the akuma flew into the cloak Gabriel had given them,"

 "Alright," He nodded. "You should stay here. Loveater isn't in the hotel anymore so you should be safe to hide here. Just be careful of the debris ok?"

 "Ok," Renée nodded before gasping. "Our friend Luka-"

 "He's safe," He smiled, making them both breathe out. "Lady Noir managed to rescue him,"

 "Oh thank goodness," Renée sighed with relief as they crawled from under the piano. "Come on, Elise,"

 Elise nodded and walked over to an area of the roof that wasn't destroyed as Anatis jumped off the roof and swung over to where Loveater was rampaging. He jumped down and noticed Lady Noir on a roof, watching it. He jumped across and landed next to her. 

 "What have you observed?" He asked as she looked at him.

 "It's obsessed with destroying love and it moves very fast," She replied, making him nod. "I think we're gonna need help,"

 "I think so too," He muttered, nodding. 

 "Do you want me to engage it or just keep an eye on it?" She asked, making him think. 

 "Keep an eye on it," He replied, pressing the dot on his yoyo. It lifted up, allowing him to take it out and put it in his ear. "And let's keep in contact too,"

 "Ok," She nodded, taking one from her baton and placing it in her ear. He nodded before jumping away and swinging towards Master Fu. He jumped across the rooftops as he got closer but he suddenly fell and landed on the ground as a wave of illness came over him, making him frown and look around. On the roof opposite to him, he saw someone perched. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the blue and purple colors.

 "Mayura," He muttered, throwing his yoyo up and jumping across the roofs, leading her away from Master Fu's. He managed to shake her off by hiding behind another roof. He looked over as she looked around before she lifted her fan.

 "Hawkmoth, I've lost him. He was just passed the rooftops of the Arènes de Lutèce," She stated, making him frown. A few minutes later, Hawkmoth himself landed next to her, causing him to look around and smirk.

 "He's here somewhere" He stated, making him frown as Hawkmoth looked around. "Come out wherever you are, Anatis,"

 Hawkmoth continued to look around before he jumped down and ran over to the roof. He swung off, causing both Hawkmoth and Mayura to chase him so he pressed his ear piece.

 "Kitten, can you hear me?" He asked.

 "Loud and clear,"

 "I need you to go to Master Fu's instead," He stated, sensing the frown as he passed the Eiffel tower. Hawkmoth and Mayura were gaining on him. "Hawkmoth and Mayura are following me,"

 "Do you need back up?"

 "No," He replied, landing on the very top of the tower. "I'm gonna take them keep them distracted. You head to Master Fu's and get the Bee miraculous. That's the one we need,"

 "But I don't know who Abeille is," She gasped, making him frown.

 "Don't worry about that right now," He stated as Hawkmoth and Mayura raced up the tower. "Get the miraculous and I'll meet you soon,"

 "Ok," She replied as Hawkmoth and Mayura landed on either side of him. He glanced around and smirked at them as he took out his yoyo. It just happened to be quite the foggy day today, meaning most of the Eiffel tower was surrounded by a deep fog.

 "Catch me if you can," He replied before dropping off the Eiffel, making both Mayura and Hawkmoth gasp as he disappeared into the fog. He threw his yoyo, wrapping it around part of the tower and swung underneath. He threw his yoyo up and summoned a lucky charm, getting a box of washing up soap. He glanced around as his luck vision highlighted the fire hydrant. He rushed over to it and opened it, pouring the soap in it. Within seconds, it exploded, cover the area in a high amount of soap foam that covered him. He heard Hawkmoth shouting in annoyance.

 "Where is he?! I can't see him!!" He growled as the foam kept growing. Seeing his chance, Anatis carefully moved over to a manhole and opened it as he heard Mayura trying to look around.

 "He must have used a lucky charm!" Mayura gasped as he climbed into the manhole and re-covered it. He ran through the sewer as quickly as he could. He frowned to himself as he heard the manhole open again, meaning one of them was following him. He came to a ladder before he climbed up and pushed open the other manhole, climbing out of it and into an alleyway. He moved over to the edge and saw nothing was around so he ran out and over to the Metro. He ran down the stairs enough to hide but to be able to spy on the alley he had come out of before detransforming. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie as he waited for the person who had followed him. It took a few minutes but Mayura came out and glanced around, frowning. She lifted her fan to her mouth. "Hawkmoth, he's gone and I can't sense him either,"

 "Damn it," He heard Hawkmoth's voice echo. "Return back to me. We just use Loveater to capture him,"

 "Of course, Hawkmoth," She replied, folding up the fan and jumping up onto the roofs. Luka narrowed his eyes as he watched her run off before turning to Tikki.

 "That was close," She gasped, making him nod. "It was a good thing you noticed them,"

 "I know," He replied, frowning. He was deeply concerned with the fact that Hawkmoth was out and about. He sighed and turned to Tikki. "Are you fully charged?"

 "Yep!" 

 "Good," He smiled before swiping his earrings. "Tikki, spots on!"

 He re-transformed and threw his yoyo up, pulling himself onto the rooftops before running across them. He checked Lady Noir's location on his yoyo before heading to the Pont des Arts. Before he landed next to her, he made sure that Hawkmoth or Mayura had followed him. 

 "It's attacked almost everyone in it's path," She replied, making him frown. "Did you lose your tail?"

 He glanced over, just in case before nodding.

 "Did you get it?" He asked, making her nod and showing him the bee miraculous. He smiled and gently patted her head, causing her to smile and purr a little. "Good job, kitten,"

 "So what's the plan?" She asked, making him frown. "Are you going to get Abeille?"

 "No, it's too dangerous with Hawkmoth about," He replied, making her frown. "If I go to find her, he might try to follow me again and that would directly lead him to one of our allies. I'm afraid this time we won't be able to get help,"

 "So what do we do?" She asked, frowning. "We need the bee to succeed as it will paralyse the akuma,"

 Anatis bit his lip before he sighed.

 "We only have one other option," He replied, making her look at him. "One of us has to merge the bee with our miraculous,"

 "I'll do it," Lady Noir stated, making Anatis to look at her in surprise. "They'll expect you to be the one to do so but they don't see me as important or as intelligent as you. Sure, they want my ring but we all know they see me as the sidekick,"

 "Lady Noir..." He stated as she gave him a weak smile. "I don't think of you like that. You're way more brilliant then I am and I know I've said this before but I couldn't do this without you. You're amazing and my best friend,"

 "I know," She smiled, gently kissing his cheek. His cheeks flushed a little. "But I also know Hawkmoth doesn't see me as a threat so let's show him what this cat is truly capable of,"

 She placed the comb in her hair, causing Pollen to manifest.

 "Hello, my queen," She smiled, bowing before turning to Anatis. "Hello, my prince. How may I be of service today?"

 "Pollen isn't it?" Lady Noir asked, making her look at her as she nodded. "I'm Lady Noir. We need your help to defeat Loveater,"

 "Of course, my queen," She bowed again, making Lady Noir coo at how cute she was before she shook her head and looked to Anatis.

 "How do I merge them?"

 "You have to say the name of the kwamis and unify," He explained, causing her to nod and take a deep breathe but he gently grabbed her arms. "But if it gets too much, don't hesitate to tell me and divide them. Merging these are dangerous and I don't want to see you hurt,"

 "I'll be fine," She smiled, gently placing her hand on his before she pulled away. "Ok let's do this. Plagg,"

 She held out her left hand.

 "Pollen," She stated as she held out her right hand before she closed them together. "Unify!"

 A golden light engulfed her before disappearing, revealing her new form. Her hair was no longer in a braid but was tied up in a curly ponytail with yellow and green on the curls. She had a yellow ribbon tied around the top that resembled bug antennas. Her mask was no longer completely black but had a yellow strip below her eyes, which still had green irises but her scleas were yellow. Her full suit had changed as well. The top half of her suit was yellow with black strips on her upper arms and stomach. The second half was black with yellow stripes on her thighs. Her boots were black with yellow stripes on the calf and yellow heels. Her gloves were similar in design as they were mostly black with yellow stripes. Her spintop was hooked around her waist and her baton rested against her hip. She still had her cat ears on top of her head. She took out the spintop and opened it.

 "User manual," She stated, reading through her powers as Anatis checked the news. She closed it once she had read it before looking at him. "So what's the plan?"

 "Loveater is rampaging by the Arc de Triomphe," He stated, making her frown as he closed his yoyo and threw up in the air, calling for a lucky charm. He sighed as he got a rolling pin. He glanced around before sighing. "I can't see anything yet so let's focus on me luring it to you. Our best bet would be the Eiffel tower. The foam I created should still be there so it would provide a sort of smoke screen and it's still a pretty foggy day,"

 "Alright so I lie in wait there and you lure it to me and then hopefully we can use the lucky charm," She stated, making him nod. "Ok! Sounds like a plan to me!"

 "Alright," He smiled, nodding. "Be careful, Lady... Lady Bee?"

 "What? Oh," She grinned, realizing he meant her new form's name. She grinned before placing her hands on her hips. "Call me Dark Bee,"

 "Dark Bee?" He asked, making her nod. "I like it. Alright, see you soon, Dark Bee,"

 He threw his yoyo and pulled himself onto the rooftops, leaving Dark Bee alone. She took out her spintop and threw it, using it to pull herself onto the roofs and swing through the city, whooping as she did. She landed on the rooftop opposite the tower before glancing around.

 "Dark Bee, can you hear me?" Anatis asked in her ear.

 "Loud and Clear, bug-a-boo," She stated, causing him to chuckle.

 "Alright. I'm bringing our guest towards the tower," He stated, making her nod. "Oh!"

 "Worked out the lucky charm?" She asked.

 "Yes," He replied. "There's a small stand near the tower that sells all kind of things including rolling pins and different types of balls. I need you to cataclysm it. 

 "Got it," She replied, seeing it in the foam. She rushed over and summoned her power before slamming her hand on it, causing it to break and releasing all the rolling pins and sports balls across the floor but no one could see it because it was covered by the form. She threw her spintop up and pulled herself into the tower as Anatis swung near by. "Be careful. All of the stuff is on the floor,"

 "Perfect," He replied, swinging by and landing on the part below her as Loveater rushed over. Almost instantly, it slipped and fell onto it's back. "Dark bee now!"

 "Venom!" She cried out, twisting the spin top and grabbing it. A yellow stripped energy wrapped around her hand and she dived down, slamming it into the middle of the Mrs Rossi face, just as it got up and was about to fire at her. She backflipped away as Anatis landed next to her and threw his yoyo at them, cracking one of the brooches. The akuma fluttered out, allowing him to throw his yoyo and capture it before he pulled it back to him and released the purified butterfly. He unhooked the rolling pin on his hip and threw it up in the air.

 "Miraculous ladybugs!" He called out, throwing it up into the air. It burst into the swarm and moved around Paris, restoring everything and everyone that had been destroyed or eaten by Loveater before returning to the Eiffel tower and getting rid of the foam and restoring the little stand before it burst into the sky, disappearing. Dark Bee grinned before a sudden wave of dizziness made her stumble. Anatis rushed over to her and held her as she blinked, feeling very tired. "Dark Bee, are you ok?"

 "I'm f-fine," She whispered, giving him a smile. "Plagg, Pollen... divide,"

 The golden light appeared again as Pollen reappeared, causing Lady Noir to catch her. She took out a chunk of cheese and gave it to her. Pollen ate it quickly before hiding into her hair. Anatis still looked worried but she gave him a smile before nodding towards Mr and Mrs Rossi.

 "W-what happened?" Mrs Rossi asked as she looked around before gasping as she spotted the heroes. "Anatis? Lady Noir?"

 "You were akumatized," Anatis stated as he walked over and helped her to her feet as Lady Noir did the same with Mr Rossi. "But it's ok now. We deakumatized you,"

 "Do you remember why you got akumatized?" Lady Noir asked, causing Mrs Rossi to explain about all of the things that had gone wrong for the last couple of weeks. Both heroes frowned as they listened before she tearfully turned to her husband and apologized. He began to tear up himself and apologized to her as well before they embraced each other. Anatis frowned as his earrings beeped, along with Lady Noir's ring. He turned to her with a concerned expression on his face.

 "Recharge and meet at Fu's," He stated before throwing his yoyo and swinging off with Lady Noir going in a different direction.

 ~At the Grand Paris Hotel~

 Lila growled in annoyance as she watched the miracle cure spread through the city, fixing everything. That stupid bug and his mangy sidekick had managed to defeat Loveater, meaning she had failed. She kicked something in annoyance as Hawkmoth and Mayura landed near her, making her turn around.

 "I was sure he wouldn't be able to defeat them," She gasped, making Hawkmoth chuckle. "I failed,"

 "No, you didn't," He replied, walking over to her. "You did exactly what I asked you to. You have proven yourself to be a good ally and so I wish to reward you,"

 "Oh?" Lila asked as Hawkmoth tapped his cane, releasing an akuma. Almost instantly, she grabbed it and placed it into her fake fox miraculous, making him smirk. He didn't even need to convince her. "So what powers do you have for me this time?"

 "Miracle Queen, I'm giving you the power to control the entire city including our heroes with your music and of course, you'll still have your illusions," Hawkmoth smirked as Lila allowed the dark smog to over take her. When it disappeared, it revealed an upgraded version of Volpina in her place. Most of her outfit was exactly the same. However, she gained a crown on her head, golden gauntlets with orange diamonds on her forearms, matching armor on her calves and shoulder armor that was black with gold trimming. Hawkmoth smirked before doing a mock bow. "My Queen, why don't you show these heroes what true royalty can do?"

 "It will be my pleasure, Hawkmoth," She smirked, taking out her flute and playing it. An orange ball appeared on the end before she threw it up into the sky. It exploded, sending the sound of her music around the city as it caused anyone who heard it to fall into a trance. "Anatis! Lady Noir! Come and serve your queen!"

 ~At Master Fu's~

 "Is everything ok?" Master Fu asked as Lady Noir gave Pollen a little hug before she took out the clip in her hair and placed it in his hand. Anatis was pacing around, clearly worried. He frowned as he took the comb from her and returned it to the miracle box. Once it was back in the box and hidden in the phonograph, Master Fu got up and made them both some tea. He handed a cup to Lady Noir before getting Anatis to stop pacing and made him sit down, giving him a cup of tea as well. He poured one for himself before sitting down and sipping it. "Tell me what's on your mind,"

 "Hawkmoth and Mayura followed me today," Anatis explained, causing Master Fu looked at him in surprise. "That's why Lady Noir came here instead of me,"

 He ran his fingers through his hair as Master Fu frowned.

 "I lead them on a wild goose chase but I'm concerned, Master," Anatis sighed as Lady Noir frowned. "The only time Hawkmoth has came out in public was Heroes Day and today is the one year anniversary of me becoming Anatis. I think he has something big planned,"

 "This is most concerning," Master Fu frowned. 

 "That's not the only thing," Anatis stated. "Lady Noir asked the akumatized victims why they got akumatized and what they told us gave me a very bad feeling,"

 "What did they say?"

 "For the last couple of weeks, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong for Mr and Mrs Rossi," Lady Noir stated, making Fu frown. "Even things that shouldn't have gone wrong and then today... their ten year anniversary... things continued to go wrong and they end up akumatized..."

 "What are you saying?"

 "Hawkmoth has been planning this akuma for at least two weeks. There's no way this akumatization was just chance," Anatis stated, making Master Fu frown. "I would bet that Lila Rossi is somehow helping Hawkmoth and has been making things go bad to turn her parents into akuma bait,"

 "But they're her parents?!" Master Fu gasped, surprised. "Surely, she wouldn't get them akumatized on purpose?"

 "We suspect that she took an akuma on purpose and she tried to stop Lady Noir from helping me against Big Mama and Little Sister," Anatis stated. "And she is indirectly responsible for reverser as she influenced Alya into trying to claim that diary,"

 "Not to mention she has caused two akumas through framing and bullying," Lady Noir added in, making Anatis nod. "I wouldn't put it past her to help Hawkmoth akumatize her parents but what could he achieve with that particular akuma?"

 "That's what concerns me," Anatis sighed. "Sure, it was a difficult akuma so I had to get help but he could have just had Mayura follow me. Why is he out and about? It just seems... I don't know... maybe I'm been paranoid,"

 "Maybe but your instincts have been right before," Master Fu stated, making Anatis nod. "So what do they tell you this time?"

 "Honestly... this all feels too... easy and doesn't add up..." Anatis stated, frowning. "It feels like the battle isn't over yet and that this akuma wasn't Hawkmoth's master plan. I think he's trying to distract us. Even him following me feels like a distraction. I feel like he wants me to focus on that he's looking for who I get the other miraculous from because that will somehow stop me from seeing the full picture and yet at the same time, I feel like I'm missing something. Like there is something very obvious in front of me but I can't see it yet. Something doesn't feel right,"

 "Then I suggest you follow your instincts, Anatis," Master Fu stated, making him. "Be on your guard,"

 "Yes, Master," Both Lady Noir and Anatis stated, standing up and heading to the window. Lady Noir reached over and opened it, causing the sound of the city to echo in but among it was the sound of a flute been played. The three of them felt their minds turn blank and empty as they heard it. Their arms dropped to their side and their eyes turned a glowing orange as they stared out at the city before a voice echoed in their minds.

 Anatis! Lady Noir! Come and serve your Queen!

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Next Chapter: Chapter 60

[july-19th-club]

hey so you run a nice blog and also we have the same birthday so i'm asking for your opinion - should i watch black sails? i've seen from your blog that it's gay and pretty revolutionary and has some good women in it, but i've heard from other people that it's very violent in gratuitous and sometimes misogynistic ways. is that an early-seasons thing? are there parts of it i should skip? do you have any takes

hi! *same hat birthday meme insert here* everyone who has ever seen or been involved in black sails gets a brain worm that makes us tell people to watch black sails but that is because it is very good television and we think you will enjoy it. it IS gay (two main textual queer couples at the end of the story plus side characters, characters in flashbacks, and relationships that are implied to be gay without full text), it IS revolutionary; the plots of the third and fourth seasons (and really the first two in a more oblique way) revolve around the main character making allies with anarchists and communities of freedmen and attempting to wrest control of their islands from England, and it DOES have a great many good women.

it ALSO does feel very gratuitously violent in some of the first season, and there's one plotline in the same season that makes use of what TVTropes would call "Rape as Drama" so definitely a content warning for THAT. i wouldn't say the show *itself* is misogynistic; its leanings are very much about the oppressed regaining power and a large part of many of the female characters' journeys revolves around their obtaining/deserving respect on their own terms. but the first season definitely isn't as self-aware and it feels more like a 'guy show' in some ways. i would say the first five episodes feel like a slightly different show than the rest of it; it grows the beard for sure during the second season and ultimately i would say it became one of the best tv shows i've ever watched, hands down. i hope this makes sense; i feel like i might've lost the thread a little bit but long story short - it's a bit more needlessly bloody and brutal in the first season, and while the other seasons are also violent (they are pirates who get into fights and battles, after all), there's a clarity of theme and philosophy that means it's not too difficult to watch (at least for me). it doesn't pull punches, but i also think it's safe to say it is a show that treats all its characters fairly, and doesn't take pleasure in tormenting them for drama's sake.

Content warnings are still a thing i'd definitely recommend it with - violence, death, a bit of blood and gore, rape (first season) and rape mentions, racism and homophobia (they are multiple black and gay characters in the 1700s so they don't gloss over the fact that people are racist and homophobic - but IIRC there's no use of slurs - the characters cuss a lot, but for instance, to the best of my knowledge there's no words-we-generally-talk-about-by-just-mentioning-their-initials). as far as skipping anything, in the first season a main character, Max, who is a sex worker, gets into a contract with a group of sailors and spends some days with them during which she's raped. if you wanted to skip those parts, i'd find a recap of episodes 2 and 3 and then watch from there (DO watch the first episode though; this plot isn't until later and the first episode is an experience. the moment when that theme song hits for the first time is SOMETHING else). and i do want to note right here that the rest of max's entire four-season arc is about her business acumen, her journey from an unhealthy relationship to one with a woman who she shares a respectful understanding with, and just generally being one of the driving forces behind most of the major plots. so while i hated the early couple episodes' treatment of her, she spends relatively little time as a device-in-danger-for-the-distress-of-others and a large majority of time accruing respect, good pussy, and lots of gold dollars.

my overall take: 5/5 stars, beautiful story, but a bit like hannibal (in a MUCH milder sense) in that your mileage may vary in terms of violence

[mousehole5000]

tgcf lb the third chapter 14 - 21

okay hit me with the lore

Xie Lian hadn’t spoken his next words before the teenager said, “He dug it out himself.” Startled, Xie Lian asked, “Why?” The teen replied, “He went mad.” -digging out your own eye okay worm

If there were demons in this world who would scam or entice the hearts of people, then there would also be humans who would fool demons. There would exist much ongoing exploitation and betrayal. He said, “If it was handed over in infatuation, yet only results in broken bones and scattered ashes, it would indeed render one’s heart to feel aggrieved.” okay also kind of dope i love it when humans and demons get some back and forth. also this feels like it could be foreshadowing

awwww xie lian giving away his only steamed bun what a sweetheart

everyone keeps telling me this book is also a tragedy but now im just laughing at the visual of headless ghosts carrying their heads around and bickering

chronic bad luck and chronic good luck meet... what will happen to our heroes...

Xie Lian raised his head, softly saying, “You are tenacious, extremely dedicated, and despite many bitter encounters with frustrations and dashed hopes, you’ve stayed true to your heart. More often than not, your misfortunes will turn into blessings, calamity to prosperity. You will continue to have good fortune, my friend, your future is radiant and will blossom spectacularly.” All the things he said were made up on the spot, so they were complete nonsense. - fhklasjksldfdfh i know this is a ploy but still this was funny. also why didnt xie lian try to pick up palm reading from another source when he fell? are they just not as good? is he pretentious like that? either way i hope we find out more about what he got up to during those 800 years

Xie Lian felt rather skeptical on how he only ate half a bun for the duration of the entire day. If young people took advantage on their good health like this, sooner or later they would surely end up passed out on the streets. - xie lian is directly calling me out for my quarantine eating habits im sorry king ill do better

Previously, it had always been Xie Lian telling other people ‘it’s alright, it’s okay’. Today was the first time he heard those words spoken back to him, leaving him with an indescribable feeling. - awww okay this got me

oh my god there was only one bed

again comedy of the year. “oh you’re putting up a curtain that repels evil thats so interesting. on an entirely unrelated note im going to make you a door”

Brushing past him, San Lang pulled out the bamboo chopstick. He swayed it twice in front of him before saying, “It got dirty. I’ll throw it out later.” - edgy bastard moments begin

Xie Lian could hear the deliberation win Ling Wen’s tone. One thing he could be sure of was that she must be in a difficult situation. He said, “Okay, I understand. Since this is inconvenient for you, then there’s no need for you to say more. In addition, the two of us never had this conversation in private.” - awwwww considerate crown prince xie lian

“What, do you guys know him?” Xie Lian said. “……” Fu Yao coldly replied, “No we don’t.” - all men do is lie. also love the petty little broom dispute. i know its actually quite intentional and that only makes it funnier. also guys stop wrecking xie lian’s home he just got it fixed up!! if anyone breaks the new door ill be highly disappointed in them

Xie Lian nodded his head. “That’s right. I wrote it. If you guys continued fighting in there, I would be pleading for reconstruction instead of renovation. Then, I would really have no dignity left.” - see xie lian said if youre not going to contribute to it then please dont fight in my monastery its been through enough

Earlier, when Fu Yao had entered, he hadn’t gotten to examine the interior furnishings. Now, after standing in this crooked, shabby house for quite a while, he was able to see it all. As if his entire body, from head to toe, was uncomfortable, he asked, “You live in a place like this?” Xie Lian handed him a chair and said, “I’ve always lived in these kinds of places.” - ive seen this quote before and it really is just that “damn bitch you live this like?” meme. amazing

Fu Yao did not sit, his expression also turning rigid for a second. It was hard to tell what the look on his face was. It seemed nine parts blank shock and one part schadenfreude. - THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE EXPRESSION I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT

In the desert, the difference in temperature between night and day was drastic. During the night, the freezing temperature was cold enough to seep into one’s bones, yet it was still tolerable. But come daytime, it was a whole other experience. The sky here was incredibly clear and expansive with dashes of white clouds, but likewise, the blazing sun was just as fierce. The group continued to walk, but the more they walked, the more it felt as though they were going into an enormous steamer basket. The hot air emitted from deep within the earth felt as though a day’s worth of walking could steam a person alive. - YES DESERTS YES

okay xie lian is so kind and so generous? he keeps giving stuff away when he has almost nothing and making sure that others are taken care of first..... love him

Xie Lian watched them put on airs. But when such airs were discarded, they finally got physical. Separated by the space of the table, the three of them fought with the poor water bottle, pushing it back and forth. - if these three really are who i think they are this is even funnier. the very clear toying thats going on is truly delightful

Even before, Xie Lian had always thought that although this teenager was always smiling, his smile often made it hard for people to distinguish whether it was actually genuine, or whether it was mockery in the guise of compliments. However, this time, anyone would be able to tell that there wasn’t even half an ounce of goodwill in his smile. - yeah that about sums it up. not even half an ounce of goodwill damn that sure the hell is not a lot of goodwill

He had Ruoye go grab onto something sturdy and stable, but Ruoye ended up grabbing onto San Lang! - awwww thats kind of cute. also the mental image... im going to make this its own post too but

im waiting for xie lian to cough up all that sand hes eating and say something funny when we’re back on the ground. i hope we get more very literal decisions from ruoye

It should be noted that there was a common saying within the mortal realm—a powerful dragon cannot crush a snake in its old haunts. - oh i like this and the translators note This is an old Chinese adage that basically means, ‘even a powerful man cannot crush a local bully.’

“General.” Nan Feng and Fu Yao both spoke at the same time, “What?” - CONFIRMED I CALLED IT tbh it was kind of obvious now ig now im just waiting. also again hysterical. if youre gonna hide your identities boys fucking lkafjfjlkdaf; try harder to remember that youre hiding

To be demoted again and again, to the point one couldn’t be demoted any further…… this kind of experience honestly felt too familiar. Xie Lian felt two gazes collectively fall on his body, but he pretended not to notice and continued reading the text on the stone slate. - this is a funny little set up for what seems to be a parallel between xie lian and this central plains general. he tripped on his own bootlace??? this HAS to be xie lian parallel what does it mean. oooh the common people on both sides of the conflict were the ones who commemorated him? interesting..

San Lang faintly smiled before he whispered, “No, I made that up. Since they had laughed at him before, making them kowtow to him now wouldn’t be asking too much, right?” Xie Lian looked and saw that it was really true. There was already no more text left to translate on the stone slate. He had originally wanted to sigh, but now he just found it funny. Thus, he also whispered, “Why are you so cheeky?” San Lang stuck out his tongue. The two of them were laughing when suddenly, someone screamed, “What is this!!!???” - okay they are funny and i respect the deception. also oooh scorpion tailed snake. oooh a horde of them. a classic cave blunder

“Yeah! The results are relatively the same as worshipping that rubbish immortal! The more you worship, the unluckier you become! “ “……” For an arrow to hit the bullseye despite being in a place so distant and unrelated, Xie Lian was left with no words. - oh my god xie lian are you wearing a spiritual “kick me” sign because it really feels like you are

HE GOT STUNG XIE LIAN NO

[chaoticneutralwriter]

Another Variable

You don’t think he’s much of a demon as he is a worm since he seems to have quite the talent in worming his way into your life. Now that he’s passed the Spice Girls’ code of conduct, you should’ve known that it’s only fair that you would do the same. Only, you weren’t ready for it.

guardian demon!Jimin x reader

genre: slice of life, slow-burn, fluff, comedy. supernatural

warnings: strong language, memes, and pop culture references that need to be taken away from me.

word count: 8.7k

Straight continuation from Distance and the Heart

Related Works: see Masterlist

A/N: ohhh boyyy ummm not much to say other than this just keeps getting longer and that I don’t if I’m doing it well :DD

You’re caught like a deer in the headlights; your mind blanking because your brain cells have called for a state of emergency in the form of running around like headless chickens in a panic.

 All two of them.

 Jaehee continues to openly gawk at your guardian demon that looks too much like a world-renowned Korean celebrity to be a coincidence, at least to her untrained eyes. You’re struggling to come up with a plausible excuse for it, your own eyes flitting nervously to Jimin in a silent plea for help but he seems way too amused at the situation; more than he should be considering he’s the one who’s the cause of it. In fact, he knows he’s made an oopsie but seeing you struggling like this makes it worth it. You see your window of opportunity closing, literally see it slipping as the longer neither of you say anything, the more Jaehee’s eyes begin to widen, mouth slowly forming into an ‘O’ of realization like she’s just on the cusp of pinpointing exactly where she’s seen him from.

 God this is it…this is how it all ends.

 But as if sensing your despair (or maybe taking pity on you), your guardian demon finally makes a move. With a deliberate tilt of his head, he flashes her a million dollar smile with charm levels reaching over 9000 and as smooth as a cucumber says, “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

 You see the sentence put Jaehee’s thoughts to a halt for a moment, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. The gears are turning in her head and you watch on, feeling a sweat beginning to break out but as you sneak a glance at Jimin, he’s still unbothered like he’s got this one in the bag. Jaehee brings herself back again, eyes focusing in on Jimin and with determination she rebuttals with, “No, I swear I’ve seen you from somewhere…like…on TV or the internet or something…”

 She trails off in thought, her piercing gaze drifting off for a bit as if the files of her memories were floating above her head, her mind sifting through them. Jimin remains silent, completely relaxed as he waits patiently for Jaehee to arrive to some other conclusion. You, on the other hand, have short-circuited into becoming a statue, muscles stiff and on edge because it feels as if you’re trying to prevent a bomb from detonating by tiptoeing around it (i.e. being useless). Perhaps it’s too late to make that analogy now because before you know it, you see Jaehee’s figurative light bulb go off on her head and the next words she exclaims a little too loudly.

 “I remember now! You look like one of the Korean boy group member that Y/N follows! BTS right?!” Her excited eyes dart towards you as if to confirm but all you manage is a croaky sound akin to a dying cat. Jaehee powers on regardless like she’s on a roll.

 “Gosh I don’t remember his name but I swear you look just like him! Um…” She’s snapping her fingers, trying to jog her memory some more, muttering to herself. “It starts with a ‘J’ like…Jay, Jo…Ugh! He’s your favourite too right?”

 At the moment, you wished he wasn’t.

 Jaehee continues to list off variations of ‘J’ names off the top of her head until they start to sound more like something resembling Jimin’s name. “Jumin! Or is it Jimin? Is it either one of them?”

 You’re horrified but also impressed with Jaehee, being that despite blabbering to her about BTS whenever she catches you in those moments, you had an inkling that she was only half-listening to you because she wasn’t very interested in them so for her to remember a specific member and placing a name? You’re a little touched. But of all times…. why now?

 Jimin doesn’t say anything, and the silence makes the beating of your heart seem all the more deafening to you. He blinks once, then twice, before a slow smile makes its way across his lips.

 “Ahh….” He lets out as if he only just realized that he looks like an A-List celebrity. You hate him so much right now but he’s doing a hell of a good job at deflecting Jaehee’s suspicions. “I know who you’re talking about now! Yeah, I get told I look like him a lot…like, all the time.”

 Jaehee’s eyes light up with delight at being right as she excitedly proclaims, “I bet you do! Oh my God, have you ever got asked to do those celebrities look-alike gigs? Like TV shows or cameos in movies?”

 Jimin lets out a good-natured laugh, a melodious sound with the light tossing of his head that gives both you and Jaehee a clear view of his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously. You belatedly realize that you’re caught in the line of fire that is Jimin’s demonic charm working its magic to sway Jaehee, the air around shimmering with a smog you feel rather than see. You have to snap out of it; you have to drag yourself out of those crescent shaped eye smiles if you want to make it out of this alive. But it’s just so hard…. Damn it! With great effort however, you tear your eyes away from him, blinking hard to focus in on Jaehee, watching with slight pity at her being reeled into this web of lies.

 “Just once or twice, but I have a feeling it might be more often now since BTS is becoming a big thing huh?” And as if to add a finishing blow, he sweeps a hand through his luscious hair with just the right amount of bashfulness that would have anyone, man or woman, swooning. So it’s no surprise that you see that Jaehee’s a goner; wrapped up nicely around your demon guardian’s fingers.

 “Yeah….” Jaehee sighs, sounding suspiciously dreamy but all you do is look on in mild amusement and disbelief, managing a stiff smile in your poor attempts to go along with the act. There’s a moment of silence (for Jaehee’s sanity) and it’s then that you finally gather up the nerves to intervene, sensing that your crisis has been averted. You clear your throat as casually as you can which seems to do the trick in snapping Jaehee out of her daze a bit. She finally draws her eyes away from Jimin who you know is super pleased with himself without having to look at him.

 “Y-Yeah! So Jaehee, um, I guess I should officially introduce you to Ji—Jumin! He’s uh…the one who saved me that…. one time.”

 “Or you can call me Julien, my unofficial English name.” Jimin pipes up from beside you, grinning boyishly as you resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs. Jaehee beams back, eyes going wide again at the new information and you nearly laugh at the way she has to hold herself back from bursting but sort of fails anyways.

 “Oh my God! You’re him?! I— Oh wow! Um, I’m Jaehee! Y/N’s roommate and best friend!” She shoots you a not-so-subtle look that clearly screams, ‘GIRL WHAT THE HELL! YOU NEED TO SPILL THIS TEA TO ME ASAP!’ You only offer back a wry smile.

 “Nice to finally meet you, Jaehee. I heard a lot about you.” Jimin replies back smoothly, offering his hand to which Jaehee shakes with much enthusiasm. The smile on her face is so wide you think her cheeks would split from the force but as she lets go, her eyes catches sight of one small detail all of you seem to have forgotten.

 “OH MY GOD IS THAT MIKE?!”  

 You nearly jump at her sudden outburst, glancing down to see that indeed, Mike is still lying on the ground, KO’ed with a bloody nose. A nervous laugh escapes you before you can stop it but Jimin, ever the smooth operator, steps in again with his Oscar winning performance.

 “Oh! Yeah, I was just in the neighbourhood visiting a friend when I thought I saw Y/N from across the street with this guy. He looks like he was giving her trouble so I stepped in and he got a little…. violent. I mean, I think he had too much to drink but I had no other choice.” He almost sounded apologetic as he rubs the back of his neck, even throws in a sheepish smile. That little shit. Jaehee eats it up of course, her face morphing into one of frantic reassurance.

 “No, no, no! No I was just on the phone with Y/N and Mike sounded like he was being a douche. Really, I’m so glad at least you were there to step in before it got bad. Thank you Jumin er— would you rather prefer Julien?”

 “Either one is fine.”

 She nods with a smile. “Thank you Julien, I really appreciate it. But we still gotta take him home…. I guess.”

 “Oh no, no I’ll take care of him; it’s my fault really. You two should head home since it’s getting late.”

 At the proclamation, your eyes dart to Jimin alarmed because who knows what ‘take care of him’ actually means with him. He seems to pick up on what you’re thinking because all he does is give you a secretive smirk that tells nothing of his true intentions. It further worries you.

 “Are you sure Julien? You don’t have to, like you barely know him. We can just call someone to pick him up with an Uber and he’ll be fine; you don’t have to trouble yourself!”

 As much as Jaehee insists however, Jimin waves it all off with a hand and a deceptively angelic smile on his face, lightly pushing you more towards Jaehee in an attempts to send you off on your way quicker. You resist a little because you still don’t trust him being alone with a person whom he very much would want to kill and then tell you it was an ‘accident’ after.

 “I’m sure Jaehee, don’t worry! I’ll text Y/N to keep you updated and for sure, if I need your help, I’ll holler okay?”

 Jaehee’s hesitancy finally gives way, no doubt from that blinding smile Jimin is giving, and she finally concedes albeit reluctantly, grabbing your arm and tugging you to her side. You stumble, mouth opening and closing like a fish because you don’t want to leave Jimin unsupervised but you also don’t want to have to clean up this mess that is Mike either.

 “Okay…if you’re absolutely sure….” She says, dragging the end syllable as a last ditch effort to get Jimin to change his mind. However, the demon holds fast with a confident nod, shifting so that it looks like he’s just about to pick up the still unconscious man on the ground.

 “Positive. You two get home safe okay? Text me Y/N when you’ve arrived.” He says cheerily, scooping up Mike by the arm and more or less, swings him up like a sack of potatoes with no consideration to his injuries. Jaehee, with rose coloured glasses, gives one final nod and wave, bidding Jimin farewell and ultimately drags you away from the scene of the crime. You shoot one more glare Jimin’s way over your shoulder only to scowl when he just smiles, eyes crinkled and waves at you cutely until you’re too far to read his face.

 Not like you can dwell on it for long either because Jaehee’s on you, like she’s snapped herself out of most of the haze the spell had on her to jerk you forward, effectively gaining your attention and tearing your eyes away from the last of Jimin’s figure.

 “Oh. My. GOD! Y/N! Y/N you bitch! Why didn’t you tell me that that was the guy that saved you and you were talking to on and off to the point I thought you totally had a thing going on!” She exclaims, shaking you a bit in her anger but just when you’re about to get on the defensive, her next words immediately dispel any negative feelings bubbling inside of you. “I tried to set you up with someone like Mike for crying out loud! And you had someone like Julien all this time?! Girl what were you thinking?! What was I thinking?!”

 You can only let out a huff of laughter, bemused by the whole turn of events as Jaehee continues her zealous, one-sided interrogation on you, asking questions like where did you meet him? How did you meet him? Were there always good-looking guys like that in the city? Tell me your ways! But never really giving you the time or breathing space to answer back. You make it back home in no time though, sending Jaehee off with some satisfactory half-truths. By the time you make it into your room, you’re absolutely drained, mentally and physically. So much so that you had to take the time to lean against your closed door to just shut your eyes and exhale deeply.

 But you can’t go to sleep yet. No, not without knowing if your guardian demon with the tendency for murder is behaving himself. So you see to it that you have no choice but to sit awake, on your bed, like you’re a parent waiting to catch their teenager who snuck out for the night red handed. After washing up, you settle to sit in your bed for what you dread to be a long night. Only you didn’t quite foresee one (admittedly, crucial) thing; you were so tired.

 It felt like you had just closed your eyes for five seconds but the next time you open them, sunlight was leaking through your blinds. Needless to say, you trip out for a hot second because what the fuck.

 “Good morning sunshine.”

 You jerk in surprise like you’ve been electrocuted and you let out a whining curse from being startled so suddenly (you barely have your eyes open for crying out loud!) Through your sheets and flyaway hairs, you manage to spot the unmistakable figure of your would-be rebellious teen, sitting in your desk chair like a preening cat.

 “Where’ve you been last night!?” You hiss, accidentally putting too much emphasis on the first word before catching yourself from raising your voice any further. You don’t need Jaehee to wake up to this; it’s one thing for her to know of Jimin’s existence now but it’s another having to explain how he managed to break into your room and quite frankly, you’re not in the mood to risk another improv moment with Jimin as the lead actor. Your aforementioned guardian demon does nothing but run a hand through his hair, the locks parting like waves over his forehead before gently falling back perfectly to frame his face. He’s changed out of his outfit from last night, opting for another one of his dark silken shirts that drape loosely on his frame, offering a tantalizing view of his collarbones with his staple black slacks.

 It almost distracts you from your interrogation. Almost.

 “Why, I was here the entire time cherub. Like the dutiful guardian I am.” He answers you airily, eyes fluttering with feigned innocence. You shoot him a glare, suspicion rolling off you in a way you’re sure he feels it too but you don’t retort back because…. you can’t; you fell asleep before confirming it so this makes it ten times more infuriating because Jimin knows it too if the way he’s biting into his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing is anything to go by. You breathe in deeply, clearing your throat as you prepare to change tactics.

 “Well, the last time I saw you, you so graciously volunteered to take care of my…” You stop yourself, struggling to find the appropriate word. Ugh, what do you even call Mike after that incident now? You think even ‘acquaintance’ is a little too generous. Either way, you make a mental note to delete him from your contacts list as soon as you figure out whether or not your guardian demon has deleted him in a more… permanent way.

 A snort draws you from your musings and your gaze focuses back in on Jimin who has a hand up to his mouth to hide the grin on his face (his crinkled eyes gives him away though). You raise a brow at him, lost at what exactly he finds so funny.

 “Sorry, the look of absolute disgust on your face is unbecoming of you.”

 At that, your face scrunches up even more unattractively. “After that disaster, I think I’ve earned my right to be absolutely disgusted; I think a date with a garbage can would’ve gone smoother than whatever…that was.”

 That pulls a peal of laughter from him, head tossing back as his shoulders shake and the sight of it all makes you have to hide your own growing smile (right before you realize that you should probably keep it down or else you’d be found out, so you throw a leg out in Jimin’s direction with a half-warning ‘Jimin! Shush!’ to get him to reel himself back in).

 “To answer your previous statement,” Jimin starts after composing himself, “I took care of him alright….”

 “Jimin….” You groan out, not liking the very dark tone he’s taken on with the confession but really, honestly speaking? You don’t really care as long as Mike’s not dead. “What did you do?”

 “Oh nothing special; got him home, tucked him into bed, read him a bedtime story, set his dorm on fire….” He lists off casually, even takes the time to examine his cuticles.

 You on the other hand, start spluttering, managing to just choke out a strained, “What—!” before continuing on like he’s spilled lipstick in your Valentino white bag (which you sadly don’t own).

 “Okay, fine; I set him on fire.”

 That does not make it any better!                          

 Your horrified speechlessness sets another bout of uncontrollable giggles from Jimin who’s beside himself. As he struggles to not fall from his seat, you’re trying desperately to figure out if he’s being serious or he’s just messing with you. The worst thing is you can’t tell.

 “Jimin!” You whine after he shows no signs of throwing you a bone. “Please tell me you didn’t actually!”

 The little imp takes his sweet time calming down, wipes a tear or two and ruffles his hair again in that infuriating way you know that he knows he looks good. Your little glare has turned imploring at this point and at the sight of your pathetic self; Jimin rolls his eyes as he kisses his teeth.

 “Alright, alright. I just messed with him a bit; a little traumatized from it maybe but he’ll live…. unfortunately.” He crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair as plump lower lips jut out in a pout. “You’re so lucky I have some restraint. I was this close to setting him on fire.” Jimin demonstrates it by bringing up a hand, the pads of his pointer and thumb a hair away from touching before he drops it to sigh out wistfully, “It’s tragic.”

 You can’t help but breathe a laugh through your nose from his theatrics before flopping back against your pillows, hands over your face because you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Good, that’s one less thing to worry about. But now that just brings your attention to the next thing.

 “What about Jaehee?”

 “What about her?”

 “She knows who you are now! Don’t you have some demon magic to make her forget?”

 “Why would I?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “She just thinks I look freakishly like your celebrity crush. Besides,” He takes the time to cross his legs elegantly and fold his hands over a knee. “This just makes things easier for us doesn’t it? I don’t have to skulk around like some pervert, as you had so affectionately called my ’guardian duties’.”

 “Yeah, but that still won’t explain why you’re skulking around in my bedroom…. like a pervert.”

 “Oh darling is that what you’re so worried about?” He coos at you, leaning forward slightly to pin you with a deep amber gaze that has you unconsciously leaning back even from beneath the safety of your covers. It’s like you’re held captive against your will with just a single look from him, wanting so much to look away out of self-consciousness but the way his hooded eyes seem to swirl in a multi-faceted display of rich, dark hues that remind you of molten lava has you so entranced. Before you know it, you’re lost and drowning in them, so hyper-aware of everything about him. You swallow thickly when you see his rosy lips part and the sounds of his voice flows out in a timbre that seems to rumble from his chest, husky and low.

 “Would you like me to fix that for you?”

 All at once, you feel your face flush with a heat that seems to travel through your entire body along with a slew of emotions that has your mind going haywire. You’re frazzled, heart beating ridiculously hard against your chest from the implication but to your complete horror and slow realization, most of these feelings aren’t even directed at his words. Instead, you find that it was more so towards your own racing thoughts and the small admission that you’re…. actually slightly turned on?!

 The blankets have become far too hot now but it’s your only line of defense if you hope to get out of this one with your dignity still intact. Only that seems like a pipe dream because Jimin snorts out another laugh that breaks the sultry mask he had on, eyes practically disappearing amidst his muffled laughter. Of course it does nothing to calm your nerves because 1) the speed of which he switches demeanour baffles you, 2) now you’re on the verge of busting the biggest uwu you’ve ever had and 3) he fucking knows.

 You really wish the devil himself would come and take you to the deepest pits of hell now because your face feels like it’s caught fire to keep it burning for the next thousand or so years.

 “Oh dear, did I break you?” Jimin giggles and all you can do is glare petulantly at him; the only thing you make visible from beneath your blanket wall while choosing to mutter angrily under your breath (you’d rather not risk incriminating yourself further). You don’t need this sort of disrespect from him, not when you’ve also barely managed to get out of bed. He doesn’t seem to care though, with that shit-eating grin on his face as he gets up from his seat, hands stuffed into his pocket to stare down at you, eyes still twinkling mischievously.

 “Don’t be such a sour puss, kitten. Now go wash up before your breath starts peeling the wall paint.”

 “WHAT THE FU—?!”

 -

 By the time you’re done washing and officially ‘woken’ up, it’s two in the afternoon and Jimin was nowhere to be found. You huff to yourself, missing out on clobbering him for that last comment but eventually shrugged it off and went about your day with the intent of relaxing to the fullest. You’re thankful that both you and Jaehee have unanimously decided it was a lazy, stay-at-home, minimal social interacting day (though you can pretty much guess the reason why, not that you’re complaining).

 Your only hiccup was skirting around Jaehee who had told you she thought she heard you yelling in your room when she greeted you (to which you brush it off by saying you thought a spider had crawled its way up your arm, you know, like a liar). Other than that, you’re finally getting a much deserved self-care session that involves you, a warm cup of tea and re-watching Burn The Stage: The Movie for the nth time.

 “Hey what you want for dinner tonight Y/N?” Jaehee calls to you from the kitchen. You shift an earphone out from your place on the living room couch and give it some thought before ultimately coming up short.

 “I don’t know; make whatever you feel like Jaehee.”

 “Oh c’mon, is there really nothing you crave? How about I make your favourite dish?” She pokes her head out from the threshold to give you a pout. Jaehee, on top of still being apologetic over what happened between you and Mike, insisted that she cooks you dinner to make up for it (even after telling you that she told Jason to never bring or hang around with Mike ever again, which was really all you could ask for). You smile at her wryly with a shrug because you like any food Jaehee makes (and she makes some pretty bombass food).

 Knowing this, Jaehee blows a raspberry before tilting her head back in thought before whipping back around again. “Fine! But no complaining when it’s not what you’re expecting!”

 “When have I ever Jaehee?” You laugh.

 Contrary to your indecision, it doesn’t take long for Jaehee to get to work, the sounds of chopping and pans clanking flowing out steadily from the kitchen and before you know it, the sizzling chorus of rice being fried takes over along with the aromatic smell of meat, herbs and kimchi. You feel yourself salivating.

 “Dinner’s ready!” Jaehee calls out and you’re more than ecstatic. Placing down your laptop, you hop off the couch and pad over to the kitchen, letting your nose lead you. And you were not disappointed because Jaehee had just finished setting down a cast iron pan full of kimchi fried rice, topped with two sunny-side up eggs, chopped scallions, nori and sprinkled chilli powder on your small dining table.

 “Oh my god Jaehee, how do you do this?” You ask, openly gaping because wherein you think you have quite the baking talent, Jaehee is all about the culinary stuff; taking simple dishes and spicing them up by adding ingredients or trying different methods of serving. She only grins back at you, shimmying her shoulders in way that clearly shows she’s pleased with herself. Jaehee takes a seat and you do as well, picking up the metal spoon that’s been set down.

 “Thanks for the food!” You say before digging in too eagerly. The first bite nearly makes you moan aloud and it just further fuels your gusto. You’re about half way into dinner; happily chatting with Jaehee about the Netflix show you’ve both following when the doorbell chimes. You stop, spoonful of fried rice halfway into your mouth as you and Jaehee exchange puzzling looks.

 “Uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone….” Jaehee says, though she’s slowly getting up from her seat anyways. You remain unmoving, only gently setting down your spoon to shoot Jaehee a tentative look.

 “Maybe if we pretend we’re not home they’ll go away? Probably could be a solicitor.”

 “I’ll just take a peek, I don’t think it’s Jason even though sometimes he’ll get off work early. But he usually lets me know…” Jaehee’s voice fades as she steps further into the threshold of your front entrance. You lean your chair a little to try to get a view of the doorway but all you see is a sad, indiscernible corner, even though you’re nearly toppling over. You hear her footsteps halt, a silent pause, and then a loud gasp. You’re instantly alerted but before you can ask what’s wrong, you hear the clicking of locks unfastening and the door opening.

 “Julien!”

 You let out an undignified loud squawk from actually nearly toppling over on your chair but it gets lost amidst Jaehee’s excited chatter. By the time you’ve righted yourself, you’re a disheveled mess as Jaehee comes bounding in like a golden retriever, wide smile splitting across her face.

 “Julien’s here! He stopped by saying you didn’t text back so he got worried and wanted to check up on you! Go say hi!” She gets out in one breath and you’re only left to stare wide-eyed at her in a malfunctioning manner.

 “Wha— Where— Huh?!” You get out intelligently. But Jaehee is having none of it, quickly switching over to ‘mother mode’ with her hands on either hips, pursed lips and a pointed look that pretty much screams, ‘go say hi to your relative that you haven’t seen since you were five years old!’

 “Girl, he’s waiting by the door! Go talk to him!”

 And without waiting for your response, she promptly drags your chair out from the table, grabbing your wrist to haul you to the door with your body still in flight or fight mode. But it’s too late, Jaehee’s got you in a vice grip and you arrive out into the hallway where you clearly see Jimin, in all of his fucking glory, idly standing by the front door in such an effortless modelesque way that anyone could easily set up a photo shoot right here and now and he would be ready. He’s still wearing the outfit you last saw him in; only he’s thrown on a chic blazer-cut, dark grey pea coat with a black, white-trimmed scarf draping over his shoulders. If you squint, you see the trademark C’s embroidered at the corners: Chanel.

 You feel poor just looking at it; ten times more so because you’re still in one of your less than cute PJs.

 He immediately turns his attention towards the two of you approaching him; lips quirking into an easy smile but all you see is a snake. Jaehee doesn’t catch the disgruntled look on your face directed at Jimin, too preoccupied in being a good host.

 “Sorry, Y/N’s just a little caught off guard. She doesn’t do well with spontaneity.”

 Jimin lets out an airy laugh, the back of his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “I sort of figured. Again, I’m really sorry if this is a bad time; I just really want to check up on Y/N considering what happened last night.”

 “Well!” You pipe up, voice rising unintentionally from the need to end this conversation and kick him out of here as fast as you can. “I’m totally fine! — As you can see. So thanks for stopping by but yeah, you shouldn’t waste your time here now. So….”

 “Y/N!” Jaehee warns under her breath, followed by a pinch to your arm that has you flinching away with a pout. She plasters on a pleasant smile but through the blinding pearly whites, she grits out to you, “Would you mind keeping our guest company for a bit? I’m gonna go clean up and set up some tea and coffee okay?”

 “Oh no—“ You start but are taken aback when you hear your voice overlapping with Jimin’s. You whip your gaze to him the same time he does to you in movie-like comedic timing. Your eyes narrow as his only take on a twinkling mischievousness, knowing full well that you wanted him out of here while he’s only putting up an act of modesty. Of course, to Jaehee, it all looks too cavity inducing sweet so with an unfortunately misplaced, knowing look, she saunters off saying that she’ll go make that coffee and tea now with a tone of finality, leaving you no choice but to be alone with your pain-in-the-ass guardian. At least now, it gives you a moment of privacy to properly talk to him without having to keep face.

 “What are you doing here?!” You whisper yell and on instinct, throw in a slap to his arm. He easily bats it away, grinning in a Cheshire-like fashion.

 “Isn’t it obvious cherub?”

 You retaliate back with a barrage of slaps, wanting to wipe that stupid grin off his face. It works somewhat because now he’s scowling at you, even though he easily defends himself by holding up an arm.

 “This is Gucci you know.”

 “You need to leave right now! You can’t just show up at my door like this!”

 “On the contrary, I think as your dutiful guardian, it’s in our best interest if I build a rapport with those you associate yourself with yes?”

 “That’s highly debatable.” You shoot back with a hiss. The clinking of ceramic mugs has you darting your eyes away from Jimin to the kitchen, making you miss out on the way he mimics you sassily. You inwardly curse because you almost physically feel your chances of getting Jimin out of here become slimmer and slimmer. You immediately whip back to him, an accusatory finger raised to his face and words spilling out in such rapid succession that you struggle to keep the volume down. “Listen, I don’t know what kind of games you’re playing right now but you’re crossing the line! You do know that you’re actually risking your own cover by doing this right? So if shit hits the fan and you get found out and then get exorcised, don’t come whining to me about getting thrown back to hell and doing grunt work.”

 All throughout your berating, Jimin only smiles amused, which only infuriates you further. You’re over here about to blow a gasket but he just gives you a look like you’re a yapping little Chihuahua who has a lot to say. Well, you do! And this little Chihuahua is about to bite his head off—!

 “Breathe sweetheart, or I fear you might put yourself into cardiac arrest.” He chastises with feigned exasperation, placing a placating hand on your tense shoulders. You shoot him a hard glare, shoulder hunching up even more before he finally lets out a sigh, seeing as you’re not receptive to his playfulness. “Look, nothing’s going to happen, I promise. And though I do enjoy terrorizing you until you’re a frazzled mess, I’m not careless.” He pauses to give you a sincere, reassuring smile. “Trust me on this one.”

 The smile is so disarming that you eventually find yourself deflating, letting out a deep, calming breath. As you sink a little deeper into thoughts, you actually find that he’s right to a certain degree. Jaehee so far doesn’t seem to suspect anything beyond thinking Jimin looks funnily enough like your actual idol crush and your doppelgänger here has yet to give away any hints that he’s actually a supernatural entity you’ve made a contract with. But you find that’s all besides the point, what you find more troubling is that you’re starting to become too aware of the effects he has on you and he’s not even actively using an ounce of his demonic powers; that fact alone messes you up in more ways than one.

 He had so easily calmed and swayed your emotions with only a few spoken words that are always delivered in a way you least expect. When you think you’ve got him pinned for being a snarky, sassy, materialistic, nuisance of a demon who has a devious streak and finds amusement in making your life a little harder than it should at times (under the guise of being your ‘guardian’), he hits you with another side to him that lets you get a glimpse of something softer; that in spite of it all, he’ll never let you down when it counts. And you would think this bias stems from the fact that he looks like your idol crush but…. you find that it’s not. It’s more than that, and it sort of scares you.

 Throughout your silent brooding, Jimin watches and waits patiently, the faintest of smiles ghosting his lips. He can’t help but admit to himself that the creasing of your brow, as you’re lost in your own thoughts is endearing however, he finds that the look doesn’t quite suit you. So he presses a finger to soften the harsh lines. In turn, his cool touch snaps you out of your reverie, eyes focusing back on him again.

 “So are we in agreement?”

 The teasing smile that makes his eyes crease up into crescents annoys you but you have no arguments left against him. Casting your eyes to your feet, you mumble out an ‘I guess’, crossing your arms as heat begins to rise from your cheeks. Suddenly, you feel a hand rest on your head, giving you a gentle pat of affection.

 “That’s my girl.” You hear Jimin cooing. Stubbornly, you still refuse to meet eyes with him but your childishness only makes him chuckle. There’s a pause, a silence washing over you two as the faint smell of coffee starts to permeate the air. You’re not quite sure where to go from here to be honest, the tiniest piece of your pride bruised from not having the last word (you’d rather not be fuelling Jimin’s ego if you so can help it). But Jimin being… Jimin, has no regards to reading the room.

 “You know for a second, I could’ve sworn you were actually concerned if I get myself exorcised.” He teases slyly, which almost automatically sparks a retort at the tip of your tongue but as fate would have it, Jaehee’s voice interrupts you before you can get it out.

 “Coffee and tea’s ready!”

 You huff incredulously, watching Jimin shoot a wink and a finger gun at you before walking off to the kitchen. You follow, grumbling under your breath.

 The rest of the evening was basically spent with you being sandwiched between your roommate and guardian demon getting chummy with each other. Half the time you spend sipping your tea while the other you’re trying not to roll your eyes until they fall out of your skull every time Jimin laughs at a comment Jaehee has made (he’s so fake). By the time Jimin has finally decided that he should be heading off now, you’re thanking the heavens and are all too eager to get him out of the house.

 “It was really nice to have a proper conversation with you Jaehee.” Jimin says as he bends down to slip on his loafers.

 “Likewise! I’m really glad to have met you properly, considering how our first meeting sort of went.” Jaehee cheerily replies back. Once Jimin secures the laces, he stands to his full height and flashes a charming smile; hands stuffed into his pea coat pockets.

 “Thanks for the coffee again, I hope we’ll be seeing each other more in the future.”

 “Of course! Don’t be a stranger when you swing by okay? I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind.”

 “You know I’m still here.” You pipe up from behind Jaehee. Your friend waves you off as Jimin lets out a short chuckle before he perks up with a thought.

 “Oh! Almost forgot.” He fishes out his mobile, unlocking it and handing it to Jaehee. “Just so we can easily stay in touch. Never know when that one might cause trouble.” He nods towards you and you scoff, offended, as the words spill out from you before you realize it.

 “Uh? Rude?”

 Jaehee just laughs at your bickering, handing back Jimin’s phone and pulling you forward with an arm slung around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, I feel like as long as she’s got us and BTS, she’ll be fine.”

 Now you really want the devil himself to come up and take you away from this; what’s taking him so long?

 “Eh, you might actually be right on that.” Jimin replies with a smile before he’s turning towards the door. “Well, I’ll be off then. See you around Jaehee.” He pauses to shoot you a patronizing wave, the tone of his voice switching to a more sing-songy one as he says, “Bye Y/N~”

 You roll your eyes (loudly), shaking your head. “Just go.”

 His eyes crinkle just a little more at your deadpan comment, making his cheeks become rounder than usual. It makes him look very much like that little Bao from the Pixar short film.

 Oh no….

 You bite down on your lip as subtly as you can because you feel the itch of your lips quirking up at the thought. No, no, no, no, no! The little animated bao is way cuter than Jimin—Your Jimin— THIS GUARDIAN DEMON JIMIN DANG IT!

 Thankfully, obviously-not-cute-gurdian-demon Jimin leaves with that shit-eating grin still on his face before he can catch you red handed. You sigh out heavily once the door clicks shut, temples throbbing with an oncoming headache. You hear Jaehee laugh again, giving you a good shake before she walks off to clean up the mugs.

 “You two already seem like an old married couple.”

 You splutter, rushing after her to adamantly reply, “W-What are you talking about?! I’ve only known him for...” You pause to count, “A month and half now?”

 She shoots you a look from the sink before turning back around with a fox-like smile to herself. “Yeah, but you’re awfully comfortable already.”

 You huff, taking your place beside her to rinse the washed dishes. Jaehee gives you a gentle nudge with her shoulder, playful in a way that you pick up the message she’s trying to convey. You know she means no harm by it, but the fact of the matter is that she still has no idea of the bigger picture behind this Jimin look-alike, aka Julien (as the demon himself so affectionately named).

 “I really think he’s a nice guy, and you seem like you’re fond of him.” Jaehee says, “Bonus points is the fact that he looks like your celebrity crush. I mean how lucky is that?”

 “Super.” You reply, can’t help the sarcasm leaking through your words. It causes Jaehee to snort.

 “Okay, okay I’ll stop. But even though I think he’s a nice guy and that you should totally date him—“

 “Hey!”

 “If anything happens, ‘cus guys are just stupid like that, you tell me and I’ll go beat him up for you okay?”

 You highly doubt that would be possible, but you appreciate the sentiment. Still, you suppose a small part of you is glad that Jaehee’s basically given you her blessings if you so, hypothetically, decide to date Jimin. Not that you would ever because that’s just weird and wrong but like you know, the feeling is nice…. what are you even saying?! Ugh, you need to sleep.

 You and Jaehee finish up quickly and bid each other goodnight before heading off to your respective rooms. Your mind is set on taking a nice, refreshing shower to clear your thoughts and also pamper yourself a bit. The thought makes you smile as you shuffle around your room to grab a new set of PJs and pull out fresh underwear from your drawer.

 “Interesting colour choice, though I prefer baby blue.”

 “Jesus!” You jump back with a hand clutched to your chest, gaze whipping to the source of the voice.

 “Ddaeng.” Jimin chimes as he climbs down from his perch on your dresser drawer.

 “Don’t,” You grab the closest thing to you — which is your cat plushy— and angrily chuck it in his direction but he effortlessly leans out of the line of fire and the poor thing smacks into your wall of posters behind him. “Do that!”

 “Not my fault you’re so faint hearted.” He grabs the abused plushy and holds it out to you with a snide smile. Heat flushes your cheeks rapidly but you still swipe it away from him, using it as a shield to hide your intimate wear instead as you glare him down.

 “What do you want now?”

 “I just came here to let you know that I approve of your friend and therefore, won’t be staging her demise any time soon.”

 “You—Wha…” You’re flabbergasted, mouth moving but failing to articulate any real words until you give your head a slight shake as if to physically knock yourself back to your senses. “W-Why does that even matter? I would’ve exorcised you myself if you so much as touch a hair on her.”

 Jimin lets out a hearty laugh with a toss of his head (which you promptly shush him for, nearly sending the plush toy in your hands flying at him again but stopping last minute because you’re also holding your underwear).

 “Yeah, alright princess. But I meant it when I said that it would be beneficial for us if I got acquainted with your friends.” He strides over to your full-length mirror and proceeds to fluff his hair in front of it, continuing to speak to you off-handedly all the while, like Narcissus gazing as his reflection in the pond. “That way I can keep better tabs on you when I’m not around.”

 You give pause to the last part of his statement, nose scrunching in confusion. “Wait why wouldn’t you be around? — Don’t you even dare.”

 He closes his mouth to smirk instead at your warning through the mirror, and you actually see him toying with the idea of commenting on your question for a few moment. Eventually though, he chooses not to but not without having to bite his lower lip to hold himself back. You shake your head with a roll of your eyes.

 “I meant as in aren’t you supposed to be my guardian demon? So, doesn’t that mean you have to stick by me most, if not, all the time?”

 “Alas, I am not your personal Cerberus to wait on your every beck and call.” Jimin sighs, spinning on his heels to give you a pouting, tearful expression; like it’s the most devastating piece of news he has to tell you. “As long as you’re not in harm’s way, my job as guardian is being fulfilled as far as I’m concerned.” He saunters over to you until you have to crane your neck up to look him in the face. The substantial height difference seems to amuse him, his smile growing wider as he looks down on you.

 “Besides my darling homebody, I am a creature of the night; so naturally, I’d rather be spending my time lurking in dark corners and preying on poor, forsaken souls.”

 Ugh, you should’ve known. Of course his idea of fun would be to terrorize people but as messed up as it is, he’s got a point; who are you to tell him he can’t just because he’s your guardian? The contract (and the oath he gave you) really does only state that as long as he keeps you safe and no harm comes to you under his watch, he’s doing his job perfectly. You breathe out heavily, like a parent begrudgingly giving into their rebellious teen’s questionable antics. You can take the demon out of hell, but you can’t take the hell out of a demon you suppose.

 “Just— don’t do anything stupid okay? Like something that would get you arrested because I don’t have the money to bail you out.” You groan out exasperatedly, headache coming back with a vengeance. You could really go for that steaming hot shower and cucumber facial mask right about now.

 Jimin grins, crescent eyes and all but says nothing in response to your ultimatum as he begins to back away from you, hands behind his back like a mischievous little boy who’s taken the last cookie from the cookie jar and blamed it on his little brother, no remorse whatsoever.

 “Jimin—“ You begin, trying to sound stern but it ends off sounding like a whine of desperation. You seriously don’t have money to bail him out if he gets arrested!

 “Don’t miss me too much!” He sings and in a wispy cloud of black smoke, he’s gone before you can attempt a choke hold on him; leaving no trace of his insufferable being other than the fading sounds of his delighted cackling.

 After a few moments of counting backwards from ten, your head lops back, letting your gaze bore into the ceiling as if to address an invisible security camera watched by God or whoever was up there in a very ‘The Office’ like fashion. Maybe you should consider going to the church to repent for your sins…. or maybe this is the divine punishment itself; being stuck with an annoying demon who ironically looks like your idol crush like your own special kind of hell.

 Whatever it is, the Lord is really testing you.

 You miraculously make it to the shower without any further incident. You triple check that Jimin won’t be appearing any time soon to give you another one of his surprise visits before stripping your clothes and hopping into the shower, turning the water setting to a searing hot temperature. Times like these you wished you had a Jacuzzi to relieve your stress and tense muscles in, but all you have is aromatherapy and self-spa care. It still does the trick so you’re not complaining. You reach for your body wash and upon flicking it open; the familiar smell of lavender-vanilla washes over you and almost immediately, your mind thinks to a certain demon.

 You reel for a second, contemplating whether or not you should change your body wash but find that the more you think about other possible alternatives, no other scent calms you like lavender-vanilla does.

 Even if it also reminds you of him.

 -

 Jimin does as he says he would. For the next few weeks or so, you find that he’ll vanish during most hours of the night, only to turn up at random times during the day to check in on you (read: pester and make sure you haven’t gotten yourself killed). Sometimes he doesn’t appear until you’ve come home from work or school but then sometimes you’ll see him leave the same night and then show up bright and early the next day when you wake up. He stops by as ‘Julien’ from time to time as well (much to Jaehee’s delight and your chagrin, you swear he does that just to keep you on your toes).

 But in spite of his teasing and poking, there are days where you come home absolutely drained from a long or particularly bad day, you’ll find sweets like chocolate or a steaming cup of tea sitting on your desk. At first you thought it was Jaehee but then after some careful reconsiderations (that involves you trying to weasel your way out of one awkward conversation of, ’thanks for the chocolates…Oh you never got chocolates…Maybe I forgot I had chocolates haha oops! I must be getting old! Haha never mind!’), you accept that it might possibly be from your not-as-annoying-when-he-chooses-to-be demon.

 Bah, you scoff to yourself as you fish your keys out of your pocket. Why are you getting so worked up over who gave you the chocolates? You’re a simple person, and chocolate is chocolate no matter what (unless they’re marzipan or mint, you will never understand them). It’s been another long day and all you can think about is taking a steaming hot shower and curl up into your comforter to binge watch those two episodes of RUN! BTS that you missed. So as soon as you unlock the front door, you fling your shoes off and drag your feet to your room, pushing open the door unceremoniously with the sole of your foot.

 You freeze mid-step when you spot a dark figure hunching over your desk. It takes a second for you to catch your nerves, hand falling away from your chest that you had unknowingly brought up from being startled.

 “Geez, you scared me! Aren’t you supposed to be lurking the night like Batman or some...thing….“

 The sentence fizzles out past your lips as you watch the figure straighten to their full height. It shouldn’t have been alarming, only it is because whoever this is is clearly not your guardian. For one they are noticeably taller, as well as a little broader in places you’re not used to seeing on Jimin like in the shoulders. But despite that, they still taper down to a rather impossibly slim waistline, made visibly known thanks to them tucking their cobalt blue silk shirt into their pants. On top of the longer legs, you see the straining of muscled thighs against tight black jeans that you think would even rival Jimin’s; actually they might even beat out Jimin’s because you remember his thighs being thick (let’s not discuss how), but you don’t think they were that thick.

 Yeah, definitely not Jimin.

 As if that wasn’t obvious enough, the figure turns around to face you and you finally see his face. Big doe eyes, large nose and a toothy bunny-like smile make up this youthful, handsome face as he catches sight of you before taking a bite out of your chocolate bar. You stagger back, not believing it.

 “Hello poppet.” Jeon Jungkook grins at you.

A/n: Jungkook shoot dances his way into battle!

[lenalvthor]

I am itching to post a comment for the recent update, but I’m also in the middle of finals and would not be happy if I didn’t give this week’s update the comment it deserves. To think it took all day to send this out alone! So instead, I’m hitting both of you up with a couple questions and headcanons requests. (Apologies in advance cause there’s quite a few of them 😅)

1. I’ve been wondering for a while now since we’ve seen them interact with other Arrowverse characters in their social media, but do the Legends still maintain contact with Snart? He’s the only one that’s literally a city away and contacting someone you’re used to seeing face to face constantly isn’t always easy.. How’s he doing over in Central City?

2. Do y’all have any headcanons for the OG Legends? How did they become the Legends? Or tell us about one of their OG misadventures (that may or may not have resulted in detention). 😉

3. Since y’all also mentioned that Ali is now running with the Soph Squad™, I was wondering if you have any headcanons about them? I just want to hear some cute stuff for them (especially cause Lil’ Sharpe is a fucking fav. Did they adopt her like how Sara merged the friend groups? Did they playfully tease Ali after learning her middle name like finding any and every way to play “Jenny from the Block” every hour on the hour (totally haven’t done that >.>).

(Imma stop there cause I don’t want to push it, but I hope that both of you have a good week ahead. Best of luck during finals, hope work isn’t to busy, and I do hope you’re feeling better from your being sick!)

do you know how much getting massive messages like this asking for this many details about our story literally makes our Entire day? like, screw entire days, our entire Weeks. it’s just so hard to comprehend that people care this much about our dumb little world that we’ve created, so firstly, literally thank u so much for taking the time to send this, and thank u for the time you’ve spent reading this fic and being this invested 💖

and RIGHT HEADCANONS AND STUFF. 

1. snart. mick definitely keeps in touch with him, and he’s pretty good friends w barry so wally hears abt stuff through barry. sara tags him in memes every once in a while and texts him abt stuff, occasionally they tag each other in #tbt posts, but they don’t maintain That much contact really, but they catch up if they ever get a chance

2. i feel like you wanted something nice and fluffy for this but we ended up just going on angst spirals about freshman year sara instead lmao. in our minds, the legends group isn’t Quite the legends group until late in their freshman year. sara grew up being best friends with laurel, tommy, oliver and thea and they were pretty tight knit for most of her life. it wasn’t until middle school (or rather, sara’s eighth grade) that suddenly the older three were at a different school and both thea and sara kinda looked to expand their friend group (and it’s around this time that sara met and started dating nyssa). in freshman year, sara’s going through a bit of a hard time finding herself. she’s in this super low spot of trying to be both like laurel and not like laurel at the same time, and it hits her super hard how much her mother just Doesn’t care and her outlet ends up being acting out a lot. 

she becomes pretty tight with mick and snart and they get into a lot of trouble together for a while during the year. ray, amaya and jax are the three who manage to worm their way into sara’s life and become friends with her and slowly ease her away from that self destructive behaviour, esp ray and amaya - ray with getting through to her understanding what it’s like to have that constant comparison to a sibling, and amaya by being one of the first female friends that sara has had in a while and who she refreshingly needs to find her own since of femininity and style and stuff that isn’t in some way trying to emulate or be opposite to laurel at all

sara drags mick and snart with her away from that whole troublemaking thing and at the same time, ray starts dating kendra (who sara knew through nyssa) and amaya becomes quite close with nate, so them + jax are the original legends.  

it’s very early sophomore year that snart moves away (he comes back to visit a few times and he and sara hook up one time after nyssa leaves). kendra starts to drift a bit after nyssa leaves as well, and has her own group of friends even though she and ray are still dating. zari moves to star city right after christmas break and ray and jax are assigned her ‘buddies’ to show her around and she sits with the legends those first few days at lunch. she and amaya click almost immediately, and she likes nate even though he’s a bit annoying and ray is sweet if not a little overwhelming and jax and mick seem pretty chill. but she and sara butt heads so quickly, and a lot of that is bc sara isn’t in a good place at all after nyssa leaving and zari reminds her so much of herself that she’s starting to think all these things about the legends replacing her somehow, and it’s not until ray picks up on that and quietly takes her aside and promises that it’s nothing like that, that zari just needs friends the way they all did last year, sara eases up a bit. (zari tries out for the soccer team soon after though, and it’s there that she and sara realise how well they work together and how good friends they could be if they just tried) 

ray and kendra break up early junior year, but they’d been distant for a while anyway. kendra still remains pretty good friends w the legends tho. nate and amaya also break up junior year but it’s an amicable break up and obvs they both stay in the legends. 

as for how they became legends - i don’t think neither me or rachel are particularly inventive when it comes to pranks and creative adventures and misdemeanours, so if you (or anyone else) has any ideas for various mischievous things the legends got up to to earn their name, pls send them our way!! 

3. they are the fucking cutest okay. thea and ali have been friendly and all since middle school and they’re on the same lacrosse team and ali always thought their group seemed cool, but it’s not until she’s trying to find a new table to sit at (pointedly avoiding looking at her old friends) that thea waves as though they’re Best Friends and points at a free seat beside roy. we have thea, roy, curtis, rené, sin and probs a few other OC’s as their friend group. it’s a big group but everyone has kinda smaller mini groups within it and that group ^ w those names is the group that ali gets adopted into. it’s kinda weird for ali bc she hasn’t had a lot of guy friends before, but she immediately loves it. curtis teaches her how to play video games and she schools rené big time in basketball and when she realises sin is gay, she explains why she left her old group after their homophobic comments abt ava and sin immediately grins and goes “i like you.”  roy and thea become ali’s best friends out of the group though, always inviting her to stuff and making points to get to know her and funnily enough, ali never quite feels like a third wheel (i mean, she does sometimes), but it just feels natural. she joins the school archery club bc thea encourages her to, she goes round to the queen house all the time to study and it’s cool bc the queens are friendly with the sharpes bc they’re in the same social circle and thea gets having parents who are Like That and ali realises that she’s never felt more comfortable with a group of friends in her life

(there are so many more headcanons abt the third thing but the post is so long & so we’re gonna save those for another time heh) 

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Chayton/Gina Headcanons

Bc why the fuck not???

- If they haven’t seen each other in a long time, Gina will get a running start and jump into Chayton’s arms. Full on legs wrapped around the waist, koala bear grip. Chayton holds her with one arm around her waist with a hand protectively cupping her head.

- Their ship name is now China (pronounced like chi-na) bc it sounds legit and cute, don’t @ me.

- Their first kiss involved Chayton rubbing his thumb against Gina’s bottom lip while he gazed down at her before Gina tugged him down by the lapel of his jacket in a wonderfully tender kiss.

- HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. JASMINE IS 5’7 AND CHASKE IS 6’2. GET ON THIS SHIP. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

- Also Chayton totally knows that Gina’s a con artist. He doesn’t care. He actually thinks it’s funny when she tells him she stole some white guy’s gold watch. She doesn’t tell him that the guy was trying to feel her up.

- On a similar subject, Gina is aware that her boyfriend does something illegal, what else is new? She just doesn’t know what exactly bc he doesn’t want her knowing for her own safety.

- Chayton doesn’t understand memes, Gina texts them to him anyways.

[Chayton: That fucking idiot Pete. He has no business interfering with mine. This has nothing to do with his family. He’s just a greedy worm.

Gina:

]

- He does use emojis though, not all of them, just the ones he likes. Usually in humorous ways to make Gina laugh.

[Gina: Slow day whatcha up to?

Chayton: ✊🏽🍆 (fist emoji with an eggplant)

Gina: Omfg stooooop!!!🙅🏾‍♀️😂😂

Chayton: 😛 (playful tongue out emoji)]

- Gina’s never been in the woods in her life??? Hunting is hard??? What kind of couples activity is this????

- Gina likes hiking though which makes Chayton happy. When she gets tired, he will give her a piggyback ride which she’s 10/10 here for bc she just nuzzles into his neck with her eyes closed and he feels her heart beat against his back.

- Gina??? Pulling Chayton down by his bolo tie so she can kiss him???? Sign me the fuck up???

- Chayton??? Picking Gina up from work when she’s the one left behind to close the shop up??? And literally picking her up to place her on the front counter so he can make out with her???? Let’s all sign up???

- The moment she realizes she’s fallen for Chayton is when she’s stuck at work serving hipsters and suits coffee. She starts absentlymindedly singing along to the song playing on the speakers when her coworker hip bumps her and points out how she’s smiling while singing along to Mariah Carey’s Fantasy. Gina deflected the conversation, brought up how much she loves that song in general and how it brings back good memories of a simpler time. She was thinking of Chayton.

- Gina: *sees Chayton in his leather jacket for the first time* *internally screaming*

Chayton: Babe, what’s wrong?

Gina: Nothing, I’m fine. 😳😳😳

- Chayton: *sees Gina in her black leather jacket* *internelly dying*

Gina: Babe, you good?

Chayton: *nods* *swallows* *tries to produce saliva*

- When Gina gets into some trouble with the law, Chayton is her first call. His first call is to Lance who he threatens to help his girlfriend out unless he wants to get stabbed in the leg.

- Mornings after one of them’s slept over, Gina likes to roll on top of Chayton and doze off with her thighs caging his hips and her nose buried half in his hair and neck. He reciprocates by wrapping her up in his arms and keeping her warm with his natural heat. They’ll stay in bed like that until they have to go to work.

- Speaking of Chayton’s hair, Gina loves to run her fingers through it from adding gel to it so it’s out of his eyes to gripping it when they’re doing Naughty Things™️.

- It took Gina months to feel comfortable enough to tell him about Gavin. She was pretty vague. Marius might be a prick who got said ex boyfriend killed, but Honour Amongst Thieves and all. She did her best not to cry while telling him about it, but when he moved closer to her she broke down.

- The second she brought up how she partially blames herself for Gavin, Chayton pulls her into a hug and tells her it isn’t her fault.

- Marius is concerned when he finds out about them.

[Marius: Gina, are you and Chayton Dockery really serious or-

Gina: Remember when you got my ex boyfriend stabbed right in front of me and he didn’t get a proper burial? :))))

Marius: ... *whips out wallet* So dinner’s on me. Take him somewhere nice, I hear that new pho place downtown is good.]

- Chayton had to introduce Gina to Kwahu after he went to visit his dad while sporting a noticeable love bite Gina gave him that morning.

- Obviously, Gina and Kwahu know each other. They just didn’t know Chayton’s Gina and Chayton’s Kwahu were the same person brought in for Marius and Maggie’s con.

- As Marius always told her, Gina worked the con, she made up a story with Kwahu about how they met at the casino and how friendly he was to her.

- They’ll tell the truth... eventually.

- Gina visits Chayton at work sometimes, he tries to teach her about tools and how to repair things but she gets this dazed look in her eyes, he just laughs and tells her how lucky she is that he actually knows how to use a bandsaw. Kidding, she actually stores everything he’s taught her away and uses it for future cons.

- Truck 🗣 Sex™️ 🗣 get 🗣 it 🗣 Gina 🗣

- Gina’s hair smells like coconut oil and Chayton’s absolutely in love with the scent now. He also doesn’t look at coconuts the same way but whatever.

- Oh, cocoa butter.

- Talking about Gina’s hair and skin routine, Chayton enjoys helping her out with it. Mostly bc he can turn applying oil and moisturizing her skin with cocoa into something sensual or a much needed massage.

- Chayton realized he was in love with Gina when she called him after getting into a car accident and he dropped everything to rush to the hospital where she was getting checked over for a concussion and having her shoulder get popped back into place. He stormed into the ER and did his own little screening to make sure Gina was okay. She managed to get him to not kill the asshole who T-boned her by convincing him to take her back to her apartment and monitor her like the good doctor said. He took her back to her place where she dozed off on the couch with her legs thrown over his and her head resting on his shoulder while he petted her head and thought about how fucking scared he was when she told him she got hurt.

Tagging @lanzzo bc we were talking about them. 😛

[kpopfanfictrash]

No Strings (X)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating:  18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,524

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

“One blonde roast coffee,” you request from the woman behind the counter.

Nodding, she lifts a felt-tipped marker to write your name on the cup. “Paying by phone?”

“Yes,” you say, pulling out your phone app. “Please.”

The woman nods again, adding a flourish to the end. “Pay here.”

You do so, declining the receipt and moving on to the end of the counter. Drumming your fingers against the surface, you wait for Minsun to order. It has been a little over a week since telling Jimin you were over. It has also been over a week, since the last time you two spoke. Well, that is not entirely true; you have seen Jimin since then and you have spoken – but only in the polite, distant tone of strangers.

Every time you are in the same room, you remember what he said to you. Jimin does not care and although it hurts, it at least reinforces the fact that you did the right thing. You will get over Jimin – eventually and once you do, things will return to normal. You just wish that timing was now. Retrieving your coffee and taking a sip, you cannot help but glance at your phone.

Zero messages. No icon blinks from the corner, not even when you open your texts and scroll to the last conversation you had with Jimin. There are the messages from you, asking to meet and before it is a meme Jimin sent, along with, be alone when you watch this, you might snort. You did snort – Jimin always knows exactly how to make you smile. Slowly, you slide your phone back into your pocket.

It is good that you have this time to cool off; you need that badly, as does Jimin. Your conversation probably bruised his ego, he was likely upset when you wanted to end things. That was why he seemed mad, that was why he lashed out. Jimin never gets rejected; you ending things with him was probably the closest he has ever come to it.

“That’s a giant coffee,” Minsun observes, walking forward.

Shrugging, you take a sip. “It’s a cold walk to the office.”

“Which is literally next door.” Minsun empties a sugar packet into her drink, lifting her gaze to yours. “Is everything okay?”

You manage to smile. “What, because I ordered a large?”

She snorts, tossing her empty packet in the trash.  “No. Because you’ve been moping around our apartment for a week now.”

Falling silent, you push open the door. A cold wind wraps around you, making several people by the door shiver. “Sorry,” you apologize, walking outside. Gripping your coffee, you wrap your scarf around your neck. “Minsun,” you sigh. “You know why.”

“I do,” she says, walking beside you. “It’s why I’m asking. The times we’ve hung out with the guys this week – it’s been so awkward.”

You glance sideways. “Do you think anyone noticed?”

Minsun falls silent, footsteps crunching in snow. “I don’t know,” she admits. “It seemed like Namjoon noticed something was off – but I doubt he knew why. None of them do,” she adds, rolling her eyes. “Not even Jin – I told him you swung by in the morning to pick up your purse and he was like, ‘Oh, cool.’”

You laugh, pushing open the front door to work. “That doesn’t surprise me,” you say, stomping snow from your boots. “Guys are blind.”

Minsun nods. “I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she says. Pressing the up button for the elevator, she turns to face you. “I know you ended things because you want to stay friends, but Y/N – you two are barely speaking.”

“I know,” you mutter, stepping onto the lift. Other people enter, forcing you to lower your voice. “But what other choice do I have? At least this way, we’ll move past it. This way, there’s nothing as messy as feelings for us to get over – things are just awkward.”

Minsun shakes her head but does not argue. “I hope that you’re right.”

You face forward, clutching your bag closer to your chest. You hope so, too.

Around 5:00 PM, your laptop dings.

From: Namjoon

Sent: 17:06, Mar 21

Want to get a drink tonight?

You look up, but Namjoon is not at his desk. He must be in a meeting or hiding somewhere in a conference room. You type back.

From: Y/N

Sent: 17:08, Mar 21

Idk. I’m kind of tired. Don’t really want to go out

From: Namjoon

Sent: 17:09, Mar 21

No going out! Just a drink!

From: Y/N

Sent: 17:10, Mar 21

Lol, it’s Friday night Joon – you honestly don’t want to go out?

From: Namjoon

Sent: 17:11, Mar 21

I mean, maybe I’ll go out after. But you’ve been super quiet, and I figured you might want to talk about it

You pause, sitting back. For a moment, you consider telling him everything. Namjoon would understand – he is logical, above all else. He would understand why you had to end things with Jimin and it would be nice to hear agreement, for once. But – no. More than anything, you do not want to think about Jimin tonight. Which is why drinking with Namjoon might be a nice change of pace.

From: Y/N

Sent: 17:12, Mar 21

Yeah, I’m down! Somewhere chill, please

From: Namjoon

Sent: 17:13, Mar 21

Noted

Namjoon returns to his cubicle a half hour later. Setting his laptop down and glancing at you, he unwinds his computer cord. “We still on?” he asks. “The boss left straight from the meeting I was just in, so we can leave whenever.”

You nod. “Let me just finish this email.” 

Ten minutes later, you slam shut your laptop shut. “Done!” you declare, standing up and shrugging your coat on. “Is there anyone else you want to come?” You glance at Katie’s desk.

Namjoon flushes, slightly sheepish. “Nah, we’re going out tomorrow actually. I think Katie is heading to the bar with work people now.”

“Oh?” You grin, sliding your laptop into your bag. “A date? When did that happen?”

Namjoon falls into step alongside you, pulling his hat over his forehead. “After paintball,” he says. “We were texting and I asked her out. She said yes.”

You push the down button, looking at Namjoon. “I’m excited for you, Joon. You’ve liked her for a while, haven’t you?” He nods, and you smile. “So now – really. Why are we actually getting drinks?”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Please. I’ve known you for too long for you to lie to me. I can tell when you’re down, and right now you’re upset about something.”

The door dings and you step inside, struggling to think of a response. “Maybe I am,” you admit. “But maybe I don’t want to talk about it.  I’ve thought about things too much this week, I just want to relax.”

Namjoon stares at you for a few seconds, then nods. “Fine. If you decide you want to talk later though – I’m here.”

“Thanks,” you say.

It is even colder out now than it was this morning, and you wrap your coat tighter leaving the building. The bar Namjoon picked is close by, crowded but not filled. You grab a table for the two of you, waiting for Namjoon to return with your drinks. He sets down your wine, sliding into his seat and taking a swig of his beer.

“Is it a guy?” Namjoon asks, ignoring the noise of protest you make. “I know! I know I said I wouldn’t, but how will I know if I need to kick anyone’s ass?”

You snort, setting your glass down. “No,” you sigh. “There’s no need for ass kicking. If anything, I’m the one who broke up with him.”

Namjoon seems surprised. “Then why are you upset? Did you do something? Are you feeling guilty?”

Frowning, you toy with your sweater. “No. I know I did the right thing. It was just a situation where I ended things because I had to, not because I wanted to.” You sigh, looking up. “You know?”

Namjoon’s brow furrows. “In theory, yes. In practice – whenever I really wanted to be with someone, I made it work.”

“That’s the thing, though,” you say. “He didn’t want to be with me.”

“He said that?” Namjoon asks, confused.

“What?” 

“You asked him?” Namjoon speaks bluntly, leaning across the table. “He told you he didn’t want you? I mean – he said that to your face?”

You flush, shaking your head. “I could just tell.”

Namjoon groans. “Oh, god. This is like some bad romantic comedy, Y/N. Just tell the guy how you feel. Ask him if he feels the same.”

You glare at him. “You say this like it’s so easy. How long did it take you to tell Katie you liked her?”

“Touché.” Namjoon exhales. “Still. I think that you should tell him.”

You groan, lowering your head to the table. “I thought you said we wouldn’t talk about this.”

When you look up at him, Namjoon stares back. Whatever he sees in your expression must convince him though, because he slowly nods. “Okay – we’ll talk about something else. You see what Mr. Weber wore today?”

You nod, grateful for the change in subject. “The shirt had a metal chain, Namjoon. An actual chain.”

Namjoon laughs, launching into a story about the reaction of some woman in the cafeteria and you lean back in your seat. Smiling, nodding, pretending to listen while the entire time – your thoughts remain elsewhere.

Your thoughts are with Jimin.

“DIE! YOU USELESS, PATHETIC SLUG OF A WORM – DIEEEE!” Seokjin jerks his controller sideways, nearly sending his character off the edge of a cliff.

Namjoon sits on the couch, barely moving while soundly defeating Seokjin. Giant words flash across the screen – YOU WIN, for Namjoon, YOU LOSE, for Seokjin.

Seokjin sinks back on the couch, tossing his controller aside. “This game is rigged,” he complains.

Namjoon starts to laugh. “It’s your game!”

“Still.” Seokjin pouts.

Minsun looks up, waving around the knife she is holding. “If you guys could keep it down, I’m trying to chop here.”

Seokjin looks over. “Sorry, babe,” he says. “Need help?”

“No, no.” Minsun turns to open up his refrigerator. “You two are doing the cleaning after. That’s your contribution for tonight.”

Seokjin shrugs, sinking back down. Whenever Minsun gets bossy, it is best to just agree. He switches the input on the TV, flipping through various channels. “What do you want to watch?” he asks Namjoon.

Namjoon glances down the hall. “Is Jimin home? We were watching Veep last week, we could watch the next episode.”

“Nah.” Seokjin shakes his head. “I think he’s out. Besides,” he adds, voice lowering. “Jimin hasn’t been in the best of moods this week.”

Namjoon looks up, puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”

Seokjin shrugs, finding nothing he wants to watch on TV and switching back to the video game. “I don’t know. I tried to talk to him about it, but he’s pretty messed up. Won’t talk at all. You know what Jimin’s like when he gets in one of his moods.”

Namjoon nods, expression thoughtful. He does know.

Seokjin flips through characters. “I figured I’d give him time to decompress, then bug the shit out of him until he spills.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon mutters, frowning. He is unsure why the situation bugs him so much. Obviously, he cares about Jimin – but it is more than that. It is something else bothering him in the back of his mind. Something about the timing, the situation. Namjoon frowns further.

Neither one of them sees Minsun, frozen behind the counter. She looks up suddenly from her bowl, staring wide-eyed at the boys. “Jimin is upset?” she asks, voice strained.

Seokjin looks over at her. “Yeah,” he says. “Don’t worry about it, though. Jimin will be fine – we’ll force him to talk to us about it next week.”

Minsun places her spoon beside the bowl. “How long has he been like this?”

Namjoon looks up and Seokjin blinks.

“I’m not sure,” Seokjin says. “Sunday? Yeah, Sunday,” he nods. “He went to the store – super weird, he forgot his coat – and afterwards, he just seemed out of it. Walked around the apartment in a daze all week.”

Minsun stares at them both, mouth slightly open as the pieces fall into place. “Oh, fuck.”

“Babe?” Dropping the remote, Seokjin gets up from the couch and enters the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

Rather than respond, Minsun lowers her face to her hands. She starts to laugh, shaking her head between fingers. “Oh my god. They are so fucking stupid.”

Namjoon stands, too. “Who is? Who’s stupid, Minsun?”

“Jimin.” Minsun drops her hands, meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “And Y/N.”

Namjoon freezes mid-stride. “What?”

Minsun exhales, nearly a laugh. “Seokjin. You’re sure it was Sunday Jimin started acting weird?”

“Yeah, Sunday.” Seokjin looks curiously at Minsun. “Why? What’s going on?”

Namjoon seems stuck by the mention of your name. He stares at Minsun, understanding dawning, as well. “Holy fuck – is Jimin the guy Y/N was seeing? The guy she broke things off with?”

“What!” Seokjin gasps, elbow dropping onto from the counter. “Y/N and… Jimin? What? When? For how long?”

Minsun is already moving though, digging through her purse for her phone. “I’m not sure, exactly. They were doing the whole friends with benefits things – Y/N broke it off because she had feelings for Jimin and didn’t want to ruin their friendship.”

Namjoon stares at Minsun. “But... Jimin is depressed as fuck.”

“Because Y/N ended it.” Minsun nods in confirmation, finding her cell. “Which means –"

Seokjin’s eyes widen. “Jimin also likes Y/N.”

“Wow,” Namjoon whistles, shaking his head. “They really are stupid.”

Minsun is already dialing. “I know,” she groans, shaking her head. Someone picks up the phone on the other end. “Hey, idiot.”

Jimin stares into the beer he is nursing. The liquid is amber in color, reminding him of the sheets of your bed. He hates that memory. Wishes he could forget about it, but such a thing is impossible. For the past week, Jimin has been trying to forget. If he could not get rid of his crush in the past five years though, why would this week be any different?

Before, at least there was a chance you could like him. The tentative what if you woke up one morning and decided you loved him back. Jimin drinks from his glass, slamming it down before him. Not now, though. Not now that you have had the opportunity to be with him – and said no.

Sliding his fingers against the table, Jimin almost does not notice when his phone begins to ring. It is on silent mode, having been this way since Sunday. A futile attempt to ignore texts from you which have not come. In the corner of his eye, Jimin sees his screen light up. Moving his fingers over the lock, he hovers for a moment when he sees who it is.

He does not really want to talk to Minsun, but Jimin is curious and so he answers the phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, idiot.”

Jimin frowns. “Minsun?” 

“The one and only.” She exhales, unsure how to start. “Look, Jimin – I know.”

He blinks, stomach dropping. “You know… what?” His first thought is that she knows about his feelings for you, but that would be impossible. No one knows – only Jimin.

“I know you’re in love with Y/N.”

Jimin sucks in a breath, the sound loud in his ears. “Wh-what? No, I don’t. You’re crazy,” he says, letting out a hollow laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Oh, please,” Minsun interrupts, impatient. “I know you two were hooking up. I know all about your ‘friends with benefits’ deal,” she adds, making air quotes around the words.

Jimin is floored. “How long?” he gasps, grip tightening around his glass. “Did Y/N tell you?”

“I’ve known since Sunday,” Minsun says. “I figured it out the night she slept over at your place after paintball.”

Jimin’s stomach tightens. “Oh.” 

“Jimin.” Minsun sounds serious. “Why are you all alone in a bar, drinking?”

Jimin slides a finger over the rim of his glass. “I’m a big fan of my own company?”

“Jimin,” Minsun groans. “Do you know what Y/N told me the morning she came home from your place?”

Jimin swallows. He does not want to think about that morning. Does not want to think about the feeling of rolling over, waking up and finding you gone. His hand reaching out for where you once were, his panic as he threw off his covers. Jimin does not want to think about that morning ever again. 

“No,” he says hollowly. “I can imagine, thanks.”

“She said she has feelings for you.”

Jimin pauses. That is not what he thought Minsun would say. “I – what?”

“She has feelings for you, moron. Y/N said she needed to end things with you because she broke her own rules. She thought you didn’t like her and she didn’t want to ruin your friendship.”

“You – you misunderstood,” Jimin says, struggling to comprehend. His head spins, the sounds of the bar too loud behind him. There is no way that you like him. You ended things, you broke things off. Why would you do that if – Jimin slides his head between palms. “What about Sungmin?”

“What about him?” Minsun snorts. “I can promise you, she hasn’t talked to Sungmin at all. They’re barely friends, let alone more than that.”

Jimin’s mind buzzes, still attempting to process. “Y/N… likes me?”

“Yes.”

“But why,” Jimin bursts, sitting up straighter. “Why not just tell me!”

Minsun starts to laugh. “Are you serious? It’s been five fucking years, Jimin! You’ve never said that you liked her – why would she think you did?”

Jimin falls silent. It is true. Minsun is repeating to him the same reasons he did not tell you his feelings for you in the first place – he did not think you would believe them. Did not think you would see him that way, not after his past.

Jimin pushes himself to stand, throwing a twenty down on the counter. It is too much, but he cannot be bothered to wait around for change. “Where is she?” Jimin demands, digging through his pockets for keys.

“At home,” Minsun says. “Alone on a Saturday night, moping while watching the Harry Potter weekend marathon.”

“I’m on my way.”

Jimin hangs up, fingers shaking as he ducks into the cold. You like him. Walking faster, Jimin is practically jogging as he heads towards his car. The wind whips his face, freezing despite his gigantic smile. Elation floods through his veins for the first time in a week.

Elation – and something else. Something foreign. Hope.

You are on your couch, legs tucked underneath you. A glass of wine is perchedo n the end table and old take-out menus litter the ground. Thumbing through which cuisine to order, you know that only take-out can fill this aching hole inside you.

Talking to Namjoon made things worse. Now you are also plagued by doubt, wondering if you should have just told Jimin your feelings. Debating this over and over with yourself, fingers tracing the phone in your lap. It is not too late, you reason. You could call him, invite Jimin over and – you shake your head.

Just thinking about it makes you nauseous because in your mind’s eye, you can see it. You can see Jimin wincing, see him turning away. He would say he does not care, that you two are just friends. You can see his expression on that first night you met, walking out of the club with that girl. He strode right past you, as though you were invisible.

He would do it again, you are sure.

A sudden knock comes at your door. You glance down at the take-out menus in your lap in confusion. You did not order yet – right? Frowning, you move towards the entrance. If that is take-out and you did order, you are losing it. It might be time to sleep, if you ordered a whole meal without recollection.

Throwing your door open, you freeze when you recognize the person on the other side. 

“Jimin?”

He looks, well – crazy. His hair is windswept, scarf looped halfway around his neck and his jacket hanging open. His hands are chapped and, although you look for his gloves, you see none. Jimin steps inside to shut the door behind him. He stands that way for a second, facing away from you. Then, he turns.

There is something hesitant in his gaze, almost unreadable. “Hi,” Jimin manages, glancing around your apartment.

You arch a brow, crossing your arms. “Hi.”

“Why aren’t you out with Sungmin?” he demands.

“I – uh.” You blink. “I’m just not? Do I have to see him every night?”

“No.” Jimin shakes his head. “But tell me the truth, Y/N,” he exhales. Closing his eyes, he waits a moment before opening them. “Did you end things with us because you wanted to date him? Or, was it another reason?”

Your heart pounds, dazed by his question. Your entire body aches being so close to him. So near you could reach out and touch him, if you wanted to. You do want to. Want to feel the familiar press of him against you and so, you keep your arms locked firmly by your sides.

“What other reason is there?” you ask quietly.

“You tell me,” Jimin says, staring at you a second longer. “Did I ever say...” He hesitates. “Did I ever tell you about the night we first met?”

Thrown by this sudden change in direction, you shake your head. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”

Jimin’s hand reaches out for you. You stare, almost hypnotic when he touches your wrist. While you watch, his fingertips slide between yours to intertwine. 

“I saw you the moment you walked in the bar,” Jimin says softly.

You look up, unsure why he is now holding your hand. Unsure why he is now looking at you like that – as though he cannot bear to look away. Jimin takes a step closer.

“I know that,” you say. Still confused why he is bringing this up. “You told me you saw me while we were waiting for our drinks.”

Jimin nods, thumb brushing yours. “I know I did,” he admits. “But what I didn’t say was what happened next. When I left you on the dance floor, it was because Namjoon waved me over.”

Your brow furrows, not understanding. “Namjoon?”

Jimin nods. “He saw us talking and knew what I was thinking. Back then,” Jimin hesitates. “I wasn’t in a great place. My girlfriend cheated on me, she really fucked me up and I wasn’t in a place for commitment. Namjoon warned me not to take you home – he was scared if I slept with you and never called you again, Minsun would cut Jin out of her life. I couldn’t do that to my friend,” Jimin explains.

You stare at him wide-eyed, the pieces of that night slowly coming together. “You didn’t go home with me, then – because of Seokjin?” you say.

Jimin nods, his other hand finding yours. “I didn’t want to mess up his relationship,” he says. “I didn’t realize what I felt for you, not until it was too late and once I realized my feelings – well. You only saw me as your friend, then.”

Your heart pounds against your chest; you can hardly dare to believe when Jimin lifts a hand to your hair. Pushing a strand behind your ears, he stares with such intensity it leaves you breathless.

“Well, then,” you say, unsure why your voice is near-breaking. “What do you see me as now?”

“More than that.” Jimin frowns, frustrated. “God, this all sounds so stupid, so inadequate, you know? It seems like nothing to tell you I love you. That doesn’t really get at what I’m trying to say.”

“What are you trying to say?” you ask, dazed by hearing him tell you he loves you.

Jimin’s gaze darkens. “That I want you.”

You blink.

Jimin winces. “I want you more than I have you right now. I want you in my bed, yeah, but not just for sex. I,” he inhales, scrunching his hand in your hair. “I want to take care of you when you’re sick, want you to call me when you need something. Want to watch stupid movies with you, be your date at parties and just... be with you. I love you, Y/N.” 

Your hands rise to cover his, barely able to keep from smiling as you move a step closer. “You love me?” you whisper, staring up at him.

He nods, nose brushing your cheek. “So fucking much,” he murmurs. “But if what you said to me the other day is true – if you really want us over, I’ll understand. I’ll miss you,” Jimin admits, voice wavering. “But... I’ll understand. It’s just, that Minsun said – “

You kiss him. 

Cutting off his words, his worries, his insecurities, you press your lips against his. Jimin groans, hands curling tighter into your hair, slightly off-balance as he pulls you forward. His mouth opens, tongue sweeping forward to claim you. He wants every inch of you – needs it, craves it.

You give it right back, yanking his scarf until it falls to the floor, pushing your hands through his hair as his slide down your body. Your lips move from his mouth to his jaw, tracing a path to his ear. “I love you, too,” you whisper, feeling Jimin freeze against you.

He pulls back to look at you, eyes bright. “You... love me?”

You nod, fingers brushing his. “All of you.”

Jimin exhales, a half-breath before pulling your lips back to his. Jimin backs you against the wall, sliding your hands above your head. He kisses down the skin of your throat, hand wandering while his length grinds into your hips. You gasp, head hitting the wall while his fingers close around your wrists.

Jimin’s hand moves to your thighs, pushing them apart. His fingers slide forward, teasing while your hips buck into his hand. Your lips are at his neck, biting, sucking as he groans out your name. Jimin’s body and his touch are both frantic; followed by his lips, his hands – all of it needy and wanting.

Then, Jimin seems to regain himself slightly, pulling back to rest his palms on either side of your head. “Y/N,” he murmurs, lips trailing your throat. He nips at your shoulder before dragging your shirt aside. Jimin’s fingers replace his mouth, pushing your shirt to your waist.

His lips find your chest. Thumbs grazing your nipples, already peaked beneath your bra, his tongue flicks lace to draw moans from your lips. When his torso presses against yours, you realize he is still wearing a coat.

“No,” you breathe, even as his fingers push down the cup of your bra.

“No?” Jimin smiles, sucking your breast into his mouth.

Your chest rises and falls, shoving material down from his shoulders. “Coat, off. Shirt, off.”

Jimin lifts himself to obey. Shrugging from his coat, he lifts his shirt aside and you groan out loud when his chest is revealed, abdominals exposed. The hard, lean muscles disappear into his jeans and you cannot stop your hand from slipping beneath the band.

“Fuck,” Jimin murmurs when your fingers close over his member. Your thumb slides over the top, forcing Jimin’s elbow to buckle. He moves closer, lips finding yours to press into your mouth. He matches your strokes with his tongue, pushing himself into you once before pulling back.

His hands find his jeans, unbuttoning. You unhook your bra, dropping this onto the ground. Jimin bends to grab you, jeans discarded somewhere on the floor. He hooks both of your knees over his waist and walks the two of you backwards, moving into your room to drop you on your bed.

Jimin stares at your body, a dark glint to his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling roughly. “Take your jeans off.”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you slide a hand down your body and unbutton one by one. Lifting your hips, you shimmy free but leave your underwear on. Leaning back on the bed, you arch your back and slowly spread your legs.

Jimin swears, erection obvious at the front of his boxers. He does not move as he stares, continuing to look. “Show me how you touch yourself,” he says.

Slowly, you slide your underwear down, scooting further back to spread your thighs apart. Dropping a hand between your legs, you trace a slow circle around your clit. Pushing a finger inside you to get it wet, a soft moan escapes, head hitting the back of your bed. Hips pushing upwards, you pretend your finger is him.

When you open your eyes, Jimin has removed his boxers. He stands there, cock erect and his right knee to your mattress. “You look fucking incredible,” he mutters, moving closer. “My turn.”

Jimin does not waste time, dragging your hips forward. You gasp when his finger enters you, tongue flicking your sex as you moan. Jimin does not stop, yanking you forward to begin a relentless rhythm. His finger moves hard, fast, and you make incoherent noises beneath him. Biting your lower lip to keep from screaming.

Jimin licks upwards, meeting your gaze when you arch your hips. He growls, dropping back to your swollen clit and sucking. Tracing circles until you’re writhing beneath him. Then, Jimin pulls back, lips still wet as he strokes himself.

You push yourself up, core throbbing as you sit on your knees. “Sit,” you say, and Jimin obeys. He moves into a sitting position, cock erect between his thighs.

You bend, swirling his cock with your tongue, hands sliding up to grasp the base of his shaft. Jimin groans. When you look up, you see his lips parted. Abs clenched, you smile and lower yourself even further. Taking him in your mouth, you let his cock hit the back of your throat.

Jimin’s hands fist your hair, coaxing a rhythm from you. He thrusts, fucking your mouth when you let him. “Fuck, your mouth,” Jimin hisses. “It’s so fucking good. You suck cock so well. You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

You moan at his approval, lips still wrapped around his member. Reaching your hand down to touch yourself, you slide fingers over your slickness as Jimin continues to thrust. He is so hard, you suck precum from his tip before pulling away. Running your tongue over your lips and swallowing, Jimin’s eyes darken at the sight. You – knees apart, touching yourself while you swallow his cum.

“Turn around,” he demands. “I want to see you.”

You turn until you are facing the headboard, lowering yourself onto your elbows and lifting your ass in the air. Jimin spreads your cheeks, lowering himself to lick a circle around your clit. His fingers push into you – first one, then two. Spreading you even wider.

“You’ll need more than that, baby,” he murmurs, words sending vibrations against your sex. “If you want to take my cock.”

You inhale, breath catching when he bends you further. His fingers circle your entrance, plunging into you from behind. His lips close around your clit as you moan, pressing backwards, grinding into him while he eats you out. Then, Jimin stops. You feel his cock at your entrance, tip sliding in before pulling back out.

“Jimin,” you curse, pushing your ass backwards. “Please.”

He chuckles, arms wrapping around you while he fills you from behind. He is so deep like this, so large that you bite your lip to keep from moaning. Jimin slides his hand to your front, stroking your sex before he pulls out. Pushing back in, he stretches your walls and makes you groan.

“Baby,” he moans, grip bruising. “You’re so fucking tight.” 

Jimin moves faster, picking up a rhythm which has your elbow dropping to the mattress. He rams into you from behind, hips banging your ass as you groan, overwhelmed by sensations and him. Jimin thrusts a few more times before pulling out. 

“Flip over,” he commands, waiting until you are spread out before him. “I want to see your face when you come.”

He pushes inside you, chest brushing yours as he stops. Staring down at you, his hips still as he slowly drops his head. Jimin kisses you, movements suddenly slow. When his hips move again, it is with purposeful, drawn-out thrusts. Sliding all the way in, then back out. Pushing into you, making you arch your back. Wrapping your legs around him, you let the torture continue.

Jimin’s hand pushes into your hair, the other one between your legs. He continues like this, fingers wet while flicking your clit. You moan, undone by his cock and hands and lips. Everything overstimulated and overwhelming as you cling to him tightly. Giving in to the sensations and losing yourself entirely. Plunging over the edge when you come.

Darkness closes when you moan his name. Brushing, biting at his lips for Jimin to come as well. Jimin moans, breath hitching as his body fills yours. His muscles contract, shuddering while he gives in entirely. His hips slow, movement gentle when he finally pulls out. 

Jimin grins, hair a mess as he rolls off the bed. He returns in record time to clean you up – making you giggle the entire time. Chucking the tissues into the nearby garbage, he collapses on top of you. Kissing first your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips. Pulling you into him, he entangles his legs with yours.

“I can’t believe we wasted so much time,” he moans, nibbling your ear.

You exhale, spent and satisfied. “We’re together now.” Staring up at him, you are unable to keep the smile from your face. “I fucking dare you to try and leave me.”

Jimin grins, pressing his lips to yours. “No need. I’m not going anywhere,” he says, pulling you into him. “Did I tell you I love you?”

Nodding, you trace a finger over his jawline. “Once or twice. Did I say that I love you?”

“I could hear it a few more times.” Jimin smiles faintly.

“I love you.”

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[1010meha]

holy dick: I was tagged in something. Well, I was tagged like a month ago and then I was like “I’ll do this the next time I use tumblr on my laptop so I can see the questions and format them right.” Except since my desktop has literally 419 tabs open I never use it and it’s currently in a state of a continuous ongoing stroke. But i rammed my head on it by accident and it started working again so hi i guess. I’ve now realized that all of this has been written in the title part of a text post and it seems really pretentios and narcasistic of me to use this much space for my ramblings and I should probably stop before this gets any longer. Also I can’t spell either of those words.

Rules: Answer 20 and tag 20. Here we gooo

Thanks @ghostlyfluffster who was my homestuck secret santa like 9 months ago and is still following my idiot ass for some reason. thank u.

Name: 1010meha

Nickname: In the 4th grade I had a nickname Glow-Worm which was more of an insult i guess also in 6th grade “Banana Girl” because I did a magic trick with a banana for the school talent show.

Zodiac: Libra. ikr boring

Height: taller than @rynoske by atleasat 3 feet

Orientation:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   If i was cool and suave enough I’d say something like “kiss me and find out” but we all know I have the sex appeal of a walnut

Fave Fruit: ..a….walnut….

Fave season: summer bitches no school stress unless your like me and took summer school but still

Fave book: I haven’t been reading muchbecause  I’m a lazy and uncultured wrom of a person but the Phantom Tollbooth still holds a warm place in my heart. 

remmeber when I said my laptop had 419 tabs open. It literally just blacked out on me for a second. call an electrician. or an excorsit. Maybe both. An Elextrorcist?

Fave Flower: Forget-Me-Nots? or Jasmine.

Fave Scent: coconut. god I’m so indian

Fave color: porple

fave animal: fuck idk. Probs the mantis shrimp. it’s fucking THE SHIT MAN OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ok so first of all, it sees colors that we can’t even comprehend??? because it has like, 5  times as many color receptors, meaning it can see thousands, if not millions of more colors than we do??? what the dick?!?!. It has 2 claws that shoot out water at the same speed of a gun shot from a 22 caliber rifle. thats 1500 newtons of force in less than 3/1000 of a second. It literally boils the water around it with it’s underwater shockwave and can be seen to make BURSTS OF LIGHT under the sea. they’re fucking deadly. Not to mention, they’re fucKIN RAINBOW GUYS. THEY’RE RAINBOW COLORED SWEET JESUS ON AN UPSIDE DOWN BOAT WITH A TREE SHOVED UP HIS ASS THIS IS THE NEW GAY MASCOT. THIS HOMOSEXUAL HELLBEASST  IS HERE TO FUCKEN PARTAYY. ok I’ll stop but not without a picture first:

I also forgot what i was doing. oh yeah

Cofee/tea/hot cocoa: Coffee if its extra sweet and creamy and also hot cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows mmMMmmMm

Avg Hours of Sleep: hahahahHAHAHAHhahHAHAHhahahHAHAHAhaha. ha.

Cat or Dog person: [insert the “why not both” meme]

fave fictional character: I can’t and won’t pick a fave, but the most recent one that came to mind is prismo from Adventure time

Number of blankets I sleep with 3 in the winter, 1 in the summer

Dream Trip: Japan, for the Culture ™ also I quite enjoy the food and landscape i wanna paint there

Blog created 2012? i think

Number of followeres: heck if I know. I forgot how you check. I think i just hit 600 or smthn

Random fact:  Me and my friend kinda wandered into this building in Caltech where nobody was there and found this rooftop cactus garden and I stole a pouch of hot cocoa from a lil table and i stuffed it in my jacket pocket and 3 months later our marching band got to go to San Francisco to march in the Chinese New Years parade and in the hotel I found the bag of hot cocoa and I drank it and that was my dinner. Moral of the story is clean out your jacket once maybe ever.

Now a list of ppl I know or want to get to know better:

ok so @rynoske bc obvs then also @adozensinammonrolls if you want t a fun time and @hector-is-my-waifu waddup also @potato-inertia if that’s still alive hey @tinyarmageddon I see u rebloggin my posts fam @sassycharmander we’re mutuals I forget but do I know you irl?? @baronvoncandy tell me abt the large red fruit @memethighs sup @the-wicked-rad-and-hella heyyooooooo @officialmustachiolady yello hello yes hi @king-queen-trash what’s up my mutual dude @ashestoashesjc you seem cool bro I hope know you better @fandomoutcast you’ve been a mutual for so long thx @ask-aph-fruk woah holy shit you follow me I didn’t know that until literally just now @hella-rad-noodle @fuchsia-and-boonbucks and @savannasaurusrex yall are still following for some reason holy sh1t thx

PS: for Orientation I was considering saying “portrait” or “landscape” but then I punched myself square in the fucking face

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‘Rugrats’ Characters Ranked By Betchiness

For this weeks TBT, were going to take a look into the lives of the most influential baby friend group of the ’90s. Im talking, of course, about the Rugrats and, most importantly, how betchy or not betchy each Rugrat is. Is it polite to rank toddlers who have not yet learned to speak based on arbitrary social categories? Probs not. Is it fun? Fucking duh.

1. Cynthia

Heres what we know about Cynthia: 1) Shes a really cool dancer, 2) Shes got cool moves (as long as you move her arms and legs), 3) Shes movin out on the floor, 4) Shes ready to break some eggs (make an omelette Cynthia!) How do we know all this? We know it from her workout tape, which I am shocked has not been sampled by Avicii or Kanye or someone yet (dont listen unless you want this song stuck in your head all day).

Cynthias resting bitch face is on point, and she manages to look great in her belted orange dress despite the fact that she is missing of her hair. Cynthia didnt say or do shit for all 9 seasons of, yet she is still one of the shows most memorable characters, and it is her ability to do no work and remain popular that has earned her the number one slot.

2. Susie Carmichael

Susie Carmichael is cool AF. Did Susie need to appear in every episode? No. Susie had other shit to do. Shell check in every once in awhile to see what the babies are up to, teach them about Kwanzaa and generally let them know whats good, before going back next door to hang with her real friends. Whenever she does come over, the babies flip out because theyre like, obsessed with her (everyone is). Shes also the only person who has absolutely no time for Angelicas bullshit, probably because Susie has better hair, a better outfit, and wears a cool red bangle, which is more than Angelica could ever hope to have. Susie is three, which makes her older and wiser than most of the babies and probably accounts for the sheer lack of fucks she has to give. Did Susie get her ass lost in the woods when Dil was born? Fuck no, she was chilling in Paris getting turnt up with her older sister! Did Susie almost die with the Rugrats in EuroReptarland? No bitch, I just told you shes already been to Paris! Susie Carmichael always comes correct, and thats what earned her the number two spot.

3. Tommy Pickles

Tommy Pickles is the star of the show, which virtually guarantees him betchiness. Tommy also has the whole dressing like a slut thing down and spends all nine seasons of wearing nothing but a crop top and booty shorts. His outfit never stops him from leading his friend group on adventures, and you know once he can talk and operate a phone hed be the person managing the group chat, suggesting what clubs and parties to go to, making sure everyone is getting the free shots they deserve, and seeing you into your Uber at the end of the night. The thing holding Tommy back from the top spot is that hes too fucking nice. Hell let any baby with shit in their diaper come hang with him (cough CHUCKIE cough), and that means his friend group is riddled with duds (HI CHUCKIE). Be a little more discerning about your friend group, Thomas, and maybe well see you up at the top with Cynthia.

4. Angelica Pickles

We cant talk about Cynthia without getting to her BFF and designated Rugrat BSCB, Angelica Pickles. Angelica spent most of torturing the dumb babies (who were really only like a year younger than her) and making them miserable, yet still somehow being invited to all the group hangs, play dates, and brunches. Angelica spends a lot of time telling everyoneincluding the adultshow beautiful she is and is absolutely desperate for attention, probably because her rich AF parents never pay attention to her. Shes your friend who cries and starts shit at the club anytime she feels like shes not the hottest girl there (and she frequently is notthanks Cynthia!) Also girl, lay off the cookies.

5. Charlotte Pickles

Charlotte Pickles is Angelicas mom who is literally always on her phone. Like, always. Even in a time before cellphones could fit in your pocket, Charlotte is always on the phone with her assistant Jonathan (Cheban? We dont know) and ignores basically every member of her family to do so. When phones dont work, Charlotte straight up makes her husbands brother carry a fax machine around so she doesnt miss any important texts. Charlotte alternates between a power suit and workout gear, always accompanied by an Ariana Grande level high ponytail. In , Charlotte displays clear signs of some seriously botched cosmetic surgery, which is what has dropped her down to slot #5. Never try to cut corners on botox, Charlotte! Itll always go wrong. Honestly, Jonathan should have told you that.

6. Grandpa Lou

Grandpa Lou is another character who gives absolutely zero fucks and is down to hang. Much like Corinne, Lou loves naps and often falls asleep halfway through finishing his stories. Despite his old age, Lou is still a fuckboy, and is often seen hitting on women and generally trying to find ways to get laid. If had taken place in 2017, Lou would have definitely had a Tinder and that Tinder definitely would have had a picture of him from 20+ years earlier. Lou is eventually successful in finding a new wife, Lulu, who he moves in with pretty fast after they start hooking up (risky choice, Lou!) Outside of his strangely active love life, Lou also has many frenemies, including his own cousin Miriam; his bowling rival, Billy Strike Maxwell; and some other wrestling guy named Conan McNulty. This proves that when push comes to shove, Lou is just not very popular and kind of an old perv. Sixth place for you, Lou.

7. Phil And Lil Deville

Okay Im sorry, but Phil and Lil are fucking gross. Their diet is a mess, always eating fucking worms and mud and shit. Do you know how many calories are in a ball of worms, kids? Do you? Seriously. There is a episode where Phil and Lil drink straight-up toilet water. What the fuck is that? Is that something babies do? Phil and Lil also have no creativity when it comes to fashion, and instead just dress alike every damn day in greena color that is flattering on exactly 0 people. Their mom is a hardcore feminist, which is cool, but maybe the twins have been empowered to do a little bit too much. Like sure, Lil can do whatever she wants with her life, but maybe eating a giant pile of shit should not be one of those things? Idk. Seventh place.

8. Stu Pickles

Good Lord is Stu Pickles a sad man. Seriously. You have a beautiful house, two healthy babies, a cool Jewish wife who has managed to maintain her pre-baby body, and youre still fucking complaining! Look around, asshole! You have all this shit despite the fact that your dumb ass hasnt invented one successful toy. In fact, you havent even invented one toy that didnt explode and almost kill your entire family. You are literally #blessed but youre too blind to see it! The only thing keeping you from the bottom slot is this meme which, in the current political climate, is legit all of our lives right now:

9. Chuckie Finster

No. Just no. Im sorry, but again, its gonna be a hard pass on Chuckie. Here are all the things Chuckie would have to improve if he ever even wanted to hope to be betchy. 1) His voice, which is terrible. Do you have a cold, Chuckie? Go to the damn doctor. Its the ’90s. Hillary Clinton has passed the State Childrens Health Insurance Plan. You can go to the doctor. Go. 2) Grow. A. Pair. Dude. You know when Chuckie gets older hes gonna be your friend who calls the cops on his own party for getting out of hand. Hes gonna be that guy who side eyes you for doing molly at Coachella, making weird comments under his breath about how you never know whats in that stuff and generally bringing bad vibes despite the fact that Beyonc is literally pregnant and dancing in front of you. 3) The hair is a problem. Comb it. Dye it. Do something. Its a problem. 4) Tie your fucking shoes, dude. 9th place.

10. Chas Finster

There was no character on television from 1991-2004 that was less betchy than Chas Finster. He has all of Chuckies problems, but he is a fucking adult which means he has literally no excuse for being such a narc. Chas seems to be suffering from whatever health problems are affecting his son, and despite being a bureaucrat, apparently has no ability to get his ass to a doctor either. Like many sad old nerds, Chas must travel to a foreign country to find a wife, eventually convincing a way-too-hot-for-him Japanese woman to fly to America and be his Melania. Chas also has a double-Hitler mustache, which is 100% unacceptable, no matter what decade you live in. Sorry, Chas. Last place.

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