#and then the school one. bro I’m calling it the school one. it CLEARLY has a thing lol. and I’m not copying that idea.

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Thinking of making one of those life series askblogs with all the dead characters in some form of afterlife. They’re really fun and things like that have been in my head since Last Life started so if anyone’s gonna jump on that you know it’s me (especially since I’ve run 3… successful enough ask series in the past).

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OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

[coco-loco-nut]

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

summary: not all best friends are lovers.

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Logan has been your best friend since you were in elementary school, and even when he moved away to further his career, you stayed close friends. Logan even sublets a bedroom in your Miami apartment so he stay with you when he’s in town.

It was obvious how much Logan cares for his friends, and maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love with your kindhearted friend. Oscar always said that the two of them needed you to be social for them, and that they should hire you to be their social media managers. You always refused, asking what an accountant would know about that.

It’s the off season now, and Logan is back home. The cozy apartment feels more like a home now, and the navy blue throw pillows don’t bring down the vibes as much anymore. You are on the phone with Oscar and Lily when you hear the front door open and close, two people stumbling in.

“You need to tell him, you are only hurting yourself,” Oscar says, reading your body language, watching the way that the blue LEDs in your bedroom reflect the sadness in your eyes.

“I’m okay, I have a date tomorrow,” you plaster a smile on your face. Lily doesn’t buy it, and neither does Oscar, but they play along.

“Keep us updated, that’s so exciting,” she says, hoping to take your mind off of what’s happening across the hall.

“Good night?” you ask Logan when he emerges from his room the next morning. The hurt in your heart pushes through the freeze that creeps in, a lingering hurt from one drunken night years ago.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry,” Logan runs his hand through his hair, you look away because despite him being your best friend you just can’t bear to see him. Despite everything, you can’t help stop the growing ice over your heart towards him.

It’s like every day you realize how much you have changed yourself for him, only for him to not care. He’s too addicted to the drug that is his current lifestyle to care about his best friend. The past ten years have been like this, and in your mind it was time to put yourself first.

Logan doesn’t notice your red dress, with your hair and makeup done perfectly, and if he did he never said. He did see you out on your date by accident though. He stops on the sidewalk, staring at you through the window. He calls Oscar on reflex, holding the phone to his ear without looking away from you.

“Osc, Y/n is on a date,” Logan says, processing what he is feeling.

“A likely place for her to be. She has a life outside of you, just because we are your best friends doesn’t mean she needs to dedicate every second to you like she has in the past,” Oscar replies, a little tired of Logan basically ignoring you.

“That’s not true,” Logan protests, but the hurt he’s feeling says otherwise.

“She’s changed so much for you. She wanted to move to Canada, but stayed for you. She’s defended you online against people who still say you don’t deserve to drive, hell, she’s stopped dating a guy because you were coming home. You have this idea of her that just isn’t true anymore,” Oscar rants, every word like a punch to the gut. Logan will always need his best friend, but he is realizing the truth behind Oscar’s words.

“This guy looks like he would’ve bullied us in school,” Logan watches as you laugh at something the guy says, and as much as he hates to admit it, you look happier than you have since he’s gotten home. Said guy is tall, taller than him, with the body of a gym bro but polished enough that he seems well educated.

“Good for her, she deserves to be happy, I’ll have to call her tomorrow and ask about it. Lily will want to know too,” Oscar’s tone changes, clearly happy to move away from being a middle man.

“You knew?” Logan asks, wondering why you didn’t say anything.

“Have you thought to ask? You live with her. Surely you noticed she was dressed up,” Oscar questions. Logan just watches you with someone else, not understanding why his heart hurts.

Logan thinks back to every time you changed, it was always related to something he said, and when it raised concerns in his mind, he simply brushed it off, not until you started being cold. You would’ve stopped, you wouldn’t have started to push him away if he said he loved you the way that you were, even as a friend.

Logan can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be the guy sitting across from you, your coldness broken away. Little did he know that the thought would shatter you if you knew, like ice breaking into millions of pieces.

Logan looks away, noticing you have that look in your eye, the same one from your belated 21st birthday. Sighing as he walks down the street, he plays back that night, traveling through the passages in his mind to find the memory.

You had drunkenly stumbled into him, impaired by the copious amounts of alcohol and newfound freedom. The next the both of you knew, you were in his bed, wrapped up in one another. Logan called it a mistake and you moved on, not wanting to dwell on it, lest you get hurt.

Logan goes back to your apartment, waiting for you to get home. He doesn’t know why he hates the idea of you being out with another guy, maybe it’s because you are his friend. He perks up at the sound of the front door opening, watching you walk in with a cheerful glint in your eye. He lets out a deep sigh before plastering on a smile.

“How was the date?” Logan asks as you sit on the couch across from him.

“I didn’t realize you noticed,” you warily say, confused why he is asking.

“I saw you at the restaurant you were at and Oscar told me,” Logan says slightly accusingly and you can’t help but shake an irritated feeling.

“Well, maybe if you cared more about my life and not just me as your socials manager, than you would’ve known,” you defend yourself. Logan feels a bit like a kicked puppy, especially since your words are true. “I’m going to bed, we can talk about it tomorrow,” you turn away, heading to your room.

The next morning comes faster than you’d like. Logan wakes early to get coffee and pastries, hoping to ease the tension.

“I can’t be your social media manager anymore. I need to do what I am really good at, and what I spent my time getting a degree in,” you say a little abruptly during the conversation.

“But I need you on race weekends,” Logan says, a bit crushed.

“Oscar hired me as his personal accountant, so I could still come to races, but it lets me spread my wings and start my own business,” you tell him, sipping your coffee.

“Let me hire you then too,” Logan offers and you quickly shoot him down.

“No, you struggle to separate me as a friend and me as an employee. We need to fix our friendship first,” you double down.

“I don’t understand, is everything okay?” Logan asks, his concern feels like a stab in the heart.

“I- I just need some space to focus on me. I love you, Lo, you are my best friend, but I can’t be your friend like that and also your employee. It doesn’t work well for us,” you say, lying about why. You just can’t stand to watch him take a new girl home every race weekend, and you need to crush your crush. You can’t keep wondering what would happen if he chose you.

So you do just that, in the next few months you sell your Miami apartment and move to a small beach town in New England. You and Logan are still close, but everything is different now.

Aside from the occasional paddock appearance with him or Oscar, you focused on yourself. You stood at his side while he married an influencer, you helped babysit when he had kids. You floated in his orbit, a close friend but no longer his best friend. Logan and Oscar stood by your side when you got married to the same guy you went on the date with before you left Miami.

The only thing that would’ve stopped you from getting married would be Logan’s intervention. He would object, saying he always loved you, and that he will always wonder what would have happened if you had dated. Little did you know, that the only thing stopping him from doing just that was the gold band on his ring finger and the kids sitting beside his wife.

Even now, as you lay in bed beside your husband, you can’t help but wonder what if.

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Ning Ning x Reader: Solo un'altra storia d'amore

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: Trust me, it all makes sense at the end

A/N: As always, thanks to best bro @1luvkarina. and the usual apology, my bad @slowlydifferentbluebird

“I’ll be there soon, sorry babe, there was a hiccup at work, boss needed us there, Lisa and I were needed for some last minute procedures. I should make it soon though.” Yi Zhuo sighed, though nodding.

“I understand, your job’s important. I’ll be waiting at the bench alright? Love you babe.” Yi Zhuo said, hanging up before sighing, “Got stood up?” Yi Zhuo turned to her side. “Nope, just…something cropped up at her work. She works at the hospital nearby, so whenever a new patient comes in, and they need all hands on board, well…yeh.” Yi Zhuo explained. “Perks of the job huh?” Yi Zhuo snickered “Yeah, something like that” “What’s your name? I’m Yi Zhuo.” She said, extending her hand to you. “I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand, shooting her a small smile. “You’re here often right? I pass by this bench pretty often when I visit Aeri at the hospital, and I see you almost every day.”  Yi Zhuo asked. “Yeh, this bench means a lot to me.” You say with a forlorn smile, drenched in nostalgia and loss. “How so?” Yi Zhuo asked, turning to you. “The school I was from believed that this bench was magical. No, I’m not joking.” You say with a small chuckle, seeing Yi Zhuo’s confused face. “This bench had special powers. We believed that this bench was where relationships were made. So all proposals happened here, first dates happened here. I guess the superstition wore off, I barely see any first dates here. Well, it worked for me. This is where I met my girlfriend.” You say with a small smile, though clearly hiding sadness in your eyes. “Oh? What’s her name? What’s your story? Everyone has a special love story.” Yi Zhuo asked, body fully turning to you now, clearly invested. “Oh, well, it’s just another love story. I called her Nini. She was…she was perfect. I met her on this very bench. She was always a loner in class, by choice of course. Half the cohort was obsessed with her, but she always preferred to sit alone. On the way home from school one day, I got tired, and sat here, on this very bench. I was reading one of my books, when she suddenly sat beside me. She insisted that she sat with me because she fell in love with me that day, but I know she sat with me because she was shocked to see someone else reading Journey to the West. Regardless of why she first sat with me, the bench worked. We fell in love that day. She was the sweetest. She’d bring me on the best dates, break the bank to buy me the best gifts, and when I insisted that it was too much, and that a small gifts would be fine, she’d hold my hand, sit me down, and give me a kiss on my forehead, telling me that I deserved the best, the world, the universe, and the stars beyond them.” You explain, causing Yi Zhou to smile. “That’s a nice story. Where is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’ll get to that…We loved each other, but it felt like the universe was against us sometimes. First off, her parents were against us. The first time we went out on a date, I insisted on sending Nini home. She didn’t outright decline, but I could tell she was uncertain. Turns out, her parents were staunchly against their daughter dating, especially someone like me. That was a hard pill to swallow for me. We went about our relationship like it was a shameful secret, as if we were unworthy of loving each other just because of who we are. Nini was always trying to maintain the peace between us, but as her parents always said, paper cannot wrap a fire, and the truth eventually came out, that Nini’s “friend over for revision” was actually dating Nini. Her parents were livid, and Nini insisted she loved me, but filial piety was important to her, and she couldn’t turn her back on family no matter how much she loved me.” You explain, downtrodden.

“That’s awful…I’m sorry to hear that.” “We didn’t break up from that, thankfully. When the new term started, I was selected for an exchange program to intern at a company in Singapore, for 2 months. It was a complicated period for us, still cooling off from that fight. We agreed to take a break, and reassess our relationship. So we didn’t contact each other for 2 months. I wanted to, so many times, interning was a pain in the ass, but I couldn’t. I had to give her space, for her to choose if she wanted to reach out to me. So I waited beside the phone for her, for 2 months, and for 2 months, nothing. I thought it was over. It felt like all of it was over, but then, as I stepped out of the airport, there she was, bouquet in hand, as beautiful as the day I met her, rushing at me to throw me into an embrace I’d characterise more like a bear hug. What about your parents? I asked her, and her smile shrunk, before putting a finger on my lips. That doesn’t matter, she said, but do me a favour, kiss me and make the bad thoughts go away.” You recall, a light blush on your face. “That’s sweet. How is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’m sure she’s doing fine.” You reply with a smile. “You’re not with her anymore?” Yi Zhuo’s eyebrows furrowed, having hoped for a happy ending. “Well, the universe has its ways. After graduation, we both got different jobs. I became a police officer, protecting and serving, while she became a social worker, helping those more unfortunate. Our jobs were fulfilling, sure, Nini and I both loved our jobs, but the job got overwhelming…Especially in my second year of the job, I got training to go Undercover. It was good, and it was exciting, but it only served to drive a wedge between Nini and I. We couldn’t live where I worked for fear that we met any of my shadier contacts. But that was where Nini worked, that’s where the kids and elderly she worked with were. She couldn’t leave. She asked me what was more important, my work, or her. I should have told her the truth. I should have told her that nothing was more important than her. But instead I argued. We fought over it, I wanted to help people, and you enjoyed using undercover work to bust criminals, but Nini hated it. She insisted that there were other ways to help people. Being a cop was dangerous enough already, she said,  but to effectively give yourself to the criminals, for your life to be snuffed out if you make a single wrong move, she couldn’t accept that, she’d insist. Then on and on our fights went. Then one day…a more unsavoury contact of mine saw me at the barber, and attacked us. I took him down, we both were unscathed, but that was it for Nini. She gave me an ultimatum. Her, or the job. And when I hesitated, she knew what she needed to know. She… She was gone the next day. I wanted to find her, hold her and apologise to her, but one of the gangs waged a war on us, so we had to respond. I was sent undercover, deep undercover this time. New identity, new person. Did some things I'm not proud of, but it worked, and I infiltrated their militia. That’s when I found out about it. Nini…she…umm, got in a car accident.” You choke on your words, looking down, trying your best to will your tears in.

“She lived, but she got hit on the head pretty hard. She lost her memories. When I heard that, I wanted to go back, find her, take care of her again, but my handler insisted against it. It would have not only hurt our case, but it’ll put both Nini and I in danger. Gangs don’t take kindly to rats, traitors or cops. Now try all 3 in one. By the time I finished the job, took the gang down, it was far too late. I found the hospital she was at, showed up with a bouquet of flowers, the same way she did at the airport, and also held a resignation letter from the force. I wasn’t sure if she had regained her memory yet, but I would have stayed until she did, then I would have shown her the letter, tell her that nothing was more important to me than she was. She was my sun, my moon and stars. When I walked out, I saw her with someone else. A nurse who worked at the hospital she was treated at. Nini looked so foreign yet familiar to me at that moment. She held the nurse, and looked at her the same way she once looked at me, love, adoration, and everything in between. I hadn’t seen her have that look in a long time. I hadn’t been worthy of her love. And after taking so long to find and go back to her, maybe I would never be worthy of her love. So I walked away, and let her go about her life. A new one, a happier one. One without me.” You explained, looking at Yi Zhuo with tears in your eyes. “That’s…I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.” Yi Zhuo said, patting you on the back. All of a sudden, your phone lit up, the sudden brightness attracting Yi Zhuo’s eye. The girl on your wallpaper looked very similar to her. Almost identical. “Sorry, I need to take this.” You say, standing up and walking a little to the side. “I’m here, are you done?” The voice rang through. “I am, and thank you for this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” You reply “Of course, you deserve as much.”

“Was that Nini on your wallpaper?” Yi Zhuo asked as you sat back down. For a moment, you felt panic rising in your chest, before stomping it down, regaining your composure. “Yep. She looks very similar to you, doesn’t she? I guess that’s why I wanted to talk to you about this.” You explain, causing Yi Zhuo to nod “I understand, it’s like I’m giving you another chance to talk to Nini again.” She says, causing you to shoot her a small smile. “Yes, something like that. If you’ll excuse me, I must get going now. I have some matters to attend to.” You say, standing and straightening your shirt “Wait, Y/N. I know it might be a little weird considering I look like her, but would you like to hang out. As friends of course, I’ll even introduce you to my girlfriend, I’m sure she’d love to have a new friend to make into a third wheel.” Yi Zhuo jokes, causing you to slightly chuckle. “Perhaps. I’ll be seeing you around, Yi Zhuo.” You smile, but turning away from her as soon as you could, trying to hide your tears. As you walked away slowly, you felt a strong urge to turn around. Say what you wanted to say. You hadn’t seen her in so long after all. And you missed her more than life itself. Who could live without their sun, moon, and stars. You missed her more than life itself, but this felt like a betrayal. You had made a choice, and she had allowed you to see her, but to go behind her back and possibly ruin everything? You clenched your fist tightly, unable to make a decision. You take one final deep breath. This was it

“I’m really glad you’re doing well Nini.”

[supermaks]

gentlequeers a short look into Johnny Herbert lmfao

This herb mf fascinastes me because he’s clearly besotted wid Verstappen on some old school level due to his driving and his general verstappen-ness but he can’t fucking get over that giant fucking chip on his shoulder that max 1) owes him nothing 2) isn’t British 3) prolly not particularly fond of him either.

Like every Max fan who heard about FIA giving max community service for swearing collectively turned to a camera like in fleabag to be like 😐 ‘Herbert was in that room’ it wasn’t even a meme it was just like. Of course he was .

And even in the statements he’s putting out defending that insane fucking decision hes still doing the usual Herbert ‘hot and cold’ shit wid Max like this is FROM his justification on the extreme nature of the punishment:

“That (swearing?) showed Max's rebellious streak. I love that side of him, it is what makes Max, his honest and outspoken character.”

This shit sends me out the stratosphere bro like he’s a FAN he a fan he fan he’s just fucking so British he can’t fucking function wid an shooter like Max that won’t ever put the Union Jack around his shoulders and tap dance for his side of the pond.

Same in Austria. Just an example . U go to Austria (hold my hand. Baby we must) where he was 1 of the stewards responsible for Max’s 10 second penalty in that contact against lando ((while coincidentally haha, not penalizing lando for going over track limits like 49 times before they had contact, then when he finally did he considered that time served post race and Lando never dealt wid those consequences during the race. Just wanted to . Say that 🫶🏽.)) but yeah this is was a penalty that was applied immediately without doubt and where the burden of responsibility regarding the crash was placed 100% on Max. About this decision Herbert said, freely, sober i assume, I swear I’m not making this up,

“That intimidation is something that Lewis [Hamilton], Michael Schumacher and Ayrton Senna have always done. When you come up against Max as he is driving today, there’s a point if you’re Lando that you have to say: ‘I am here. I am at your side. You are trying to squeeze me off the circuit. And I am not going to move.’

“Lando did the right thing. He did not move. He did not have to. Some people said he could have moved. But that is not how you beat Max or how you win the Grand Prix.”

So while the burden of contact falls 100% on Max and he MUST be punished for racing hard, Lando is doing the ‘right thing’ racing him hard to the point of contact and nearly taking them both out, because it means there was a chance of beating Max. Do you see how brazenly fucking biased that is? How one drivers hard racing must be stopped but another’s is to be celebrated and encouraged? I’ve talked Austria and the literal unhinged witch hunt that followed not just from fans but mclarens top bitches and the media in general at length before. And how it got so fucking bad drivers old, retired and very much active had to come out the woodwork like ayo y’all being weird now fr lmfao WTF is going on ((It was beautiful tho.))

I think Johnny .. like Nando once put it, kinda, paraphrasing 😭 became a cop because he cud not win a title. He was a good driver too, he won races, he’s one of the few loud voices in that room that has the credibility to back up his stewarding calls. But that doesn’t mean he’s objective, or even normal, when it comes to Max. In a sport that employs Ted kravitz and is proud of it Herbert might be the most deranged fucking person under contract rn. And as a max fan yk I have to respect the nerve . The commitment . But I’ll never respect the man, as f1 fan, not even as a max fan. And I think part of what’s pushed his decisions towards the extreme this past few years is that he knows that too. He knows , like the aftermath of Austria showed, like the whole circus in Singapore put on BLAST and made a fucking mockery of not just his lilly ass but the whole FIA, that Max doesn’t need or care for his approval. Max has his flowers. Herb just a cop wid a laminated card . And good for him yk. Keep fighting the good fight brother . Maybe you’ll get him one day

[tokyorevismylife]

Ladies Man- Pt.1

a ran x reader series

trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female

A/N:  I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.

Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?

This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga. 

After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?

 “Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted. 

Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.

“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”

Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”

Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...

“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door. 

“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes. 

You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out. 

Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard? 

“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?

“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand. 

“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.

[nokonomi]

CreepyPasta OC Dump! Maddie (Or Mads, Madison)

CreepyPasta OC DUMP

So this is my new OC, Maddie! (Mads, Madison) and she is my CrP self-insert (for X-Virus) and CrP OC! She is 25 years old and is an only-child of her “loving” family.

25 for 29 year old version of X-Virus

and 19 for 17 year old version of X-Virus?

Ethnicity: Khmer-American

Nationality: American

Languages: Khmer, American 🇺🇸 🇰🇭

Parents: Sothea Danielle, Loeung Moy

(Yes I am Khmer myself)

__________ Lore: So basically, she comes from a very strict Asian household where she grew up to be taught different things; which is how she ended up like a serial killer basically.

Growing up, she was homeschooled her entire life by her parents, taught her own language and how to speak it and write it. So she didn’t necessarily learn any “school” stuff. When she came to elementary school for the first time, she was very mature and well-behaved, which made her be praised by multiple teachers, but some of the students were jealous, so they started picking on her and even started being r@c1$t to her and her culture.

This caused for concern because her mental health was poorly declining at a young age, that’s when her parents decided to take her to a hospital. The doctors later diagnosed her with ADHD and Schizophrenia.

Growing up, she had to take kid-friendly medicine in order to prescribe this. But her parents urged to buy more “adult” medicines. So they bought “illegal” drugs for her to use and basically dr**ged her. They also abused her and gave her trauma at some point. when her father hit her in the head, it caused some part of her skull to break, which they took her to the hospital and excused it as a major accident that occurred at the park.

The doctors had to rush her to surgery, and of course, the surgery went well. But it caused 30% of her knowledge to go wrong. So basically she is kind of dumb now, and that urged her parents to try and “fix” her, so they took her to a therapists. The therapists says that she clearly stated….

“My delusions….I think I’m going delusional right now, because I am seeing things. I’m seeing something otherworldly that I’m not supposed to.”

The therapists prescribed her a medicine she needed to take. At 15 she went to Highschool in her junior years, and her mental health had decreased even more because of the frequent bullying and teasing of her.

Some people called her “Mads” in replacement of her name “Madison or Maddie” and they all started calling her Mads or the Mad Hatter. Until one day she couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take matters into her own hands.

She had brought a gun to school, teachers unaware of the dangerous she had in her backpack. She pulled it out in the hallways and everybody scream and ran into different directions. Shots were fired as blood splattered on the floor, people screaming in pain and fear, WHILST SHE WAS SMILING AND LAUGHING AT ALL THE PENT-UP PAIN.

Something had told her to keep going and do it, she had voices inside her head now, and “that she had to take revenge on society.”

Police had been called and multiple shots were fired while she was standing there. She had been shot in the leg, which caused her to slip and fall…The next thing she knew she was in jail, being questioned. Although one answer had alarmed the cops.

“The voices inside my head called to me. To help me take revenge on society for calling me these horrible names. I killed them. I had a reason. They were the ones RESPONSIBLE.”

Her parents was taken there as well for questioning. Until when suddenly, Maddie has jumped from her jail cell and stabbed her parents 10 times in all areas, their neck, their face. Maddie was truly a psycho.

They didn’t survive and ended up dying from the injuries they received. But bro decided, “hey, why not just set the place on fire?”

So she set the entire jail center on fire. All the while smiling and laughing entirely. She was a psycho after all. Maybe the kids were right. Mads would be her new name after all.

Also went to kill some random people because she thought all of society was at fault for her corruption. When she escaped into the woods, she found herself, standing infront of a tall, 10ft creature. At first she was scared, but she didn’t seem so scared after the creature invited her. Invited her to join him.

And she happily accepted. The end. Ended up having a best friend relationship with Toby and X-Virus (I love that duo, hello? Why not make it a trio?)

(SELF-INSERT FOR X-VIRUS LETS GO)

please help her she is really needing some AAAAAAAAAA

[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 5

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, lowercase intention smut near the end, aftercare cus thats what matt specializes in, cuddles

a/n - uhm idk if yalls could tell, or if u knew but i’m a virgin and have never kissed anyone so 🫣

leave some suggestions for chris or matt fics for me to write pls as well :3

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present day a few days after their second study session

y/n pov

matt s 🐼

hey message me when ur leaving ur house. 8:46

btw we r ordering food to the house cus i dont wanna get gas. 8:47

text me what u want from CFA. 8:47

you

what in the flying fuck is CFA? 8:49

matt s 🐼

uhm hello? kid, how do u not know what CFA is???? 8:49

you

abbreviations like this is what's wrong with our generation… 8:50

matt s 🐼

kay ur so weird omfg. 5:50

CFA clearly means chick-fil-a smartass 🙄. 8:51

you

oh well then 😋. nuggets and waffle fries please 🛐🛐. 8:52

and sunjoy btww. 8:52

matt s 🐼

ew u like sunjoy? 8:53

you

u like rootbear don’t talk to me ✋. 8:52

and let me in pls im already outside :). 8:52

read at 8:52

i sling my bag over my shoulder and leave my car, waiting outside the large house with thrilling anticipation as i wait for matt to open the door. I see the fluff of his brown locks and a sweater similar to the one i’ve seen him wear before at school. i dont know why i get giddy when i see him, i dont know how we went to only speaking when madi was around too greeting each other whenever we see each other in the halls or cafe or even in our shared classes.

matt and his brothers were some of my closest friends now, after madi introduced me to them at a party, both of us got insanely drunk and made me call off crazy drinking ever since. all i remember from that night was the way matt took care of me while i was in a very vulnerable state and didn’t take advantage of me. i haven’t told anyone but madi about what happened to me when i was younger, and i’m glad she’s still taken her promise to heart, the only thing that telling her about my past shit did was make her and i closer.

i see matt in full view after he opens the door, “hey!” i say with a cheery expression despite how late it was for me.

“heyyy, thanks for coming by the way, even though you had a shift earlier.” he says sheepishly, before i left for work he messaged me begging to have another study session because he had more questions about the essay part of the exam. “oh hey lemme put your stuff in my room, just chill on the couch before the food gets here.” i pass him my backpack and laptop as he begins to walk down a hallway to make it to his room.

i move through the small entryway and become more apparent in his brothers view, “heyy y/n” nick says moving up to me for a hug, i take in his embrace.

“hi nick!!” i say excitedly. other than matt, ive hung out with nick a lot too, madi always has him over at her apartment, and even the three of us have made it a plan to meet up at our favourite bakery and talk for however long we want too a couple times a week. out of the little over a month i’ve know the triplets, nick has made a huge impact on me, and i felt safe around him, as well as chris and matt.

he lets go of me while i walk over to a slumped over chris on the couch, when he realised i was here he sits up on the edge of the couch. “sup chris,” i dap him up doing a little bro half hug with him.

“always nice to see you y/n,” he says as our arms unfold from the middle of us. i take a seat next to him with a comfortable amount of distance between us. matt returns not too long after i greet everyone. He sits down between chris and i and nick returns from the kitchen with a pepsi, root beer, bottled water and a lemonade, passing out everyone's drink knowing what each of us would ask for. matt and i give nick a thank you as he nods his head after.

nick stationed himself on the elongated part of the couch settling in with his fluffy blanket, he puts on a stranger thing episode and we all sit watching the tv. it only takes another five minutes of the episode for the doorbell to ring through the house. nick gets up immediately scurrying to the door with his fluffy blanket wrapped around him as he talks to the delivery man, thanking him and making small steps to see the rest of us. he comes back with two large bags of food planting them on the coffee table in front of all of us, before grabbing a tray of drinks after going back to the entrance.

“thank you for paying matty,” chris says, rubbing up again his brother with his lips pursed and now shoulder to shoulder with his older brother. i giggle at the sight, copying chris.

“mmmmh thanks mattyyyy” i say resting my head on the peak of his shoulder, pursing my lips as well and copying chris’ weird voice.

“you’re a fucking weirdo chris,” matt says in a disgusted voice flicking the other head that was very close to his face. “and you're welcome y/n.”

i laugh at chris’ overly dramatic reaction to what matt did to him. still giggling a bit at the sight of matt completely ignoring his brothers reaction, I say “just tell me how much i own you.”

“eh, don’t worry about it, it’s on me, plus save up for that new laptop you were talking about. i know how much you want it,” i blush slightly.

“aww thank you then,” i wrap my arms around him and squeeze him, he hands me the food that i asked for and retract back onto the couch.

“by the way, what time are we planning to stay up till? i told madi that i’ll tell her when i was heading home.” i saw looking at matt.

“well its kinda late so if you wanna stay in the guest room, im fine with that.” matt says, moving his head towards me, then breaking eye contact with the tv screen.

“im ay okay with that if you wanna stay over! plus you know your way around the house,” nick says giving his approval to matts idea of staying over.

“mhm im chill with it,” chris simply says.

“uhh yeah then, i'm down, thanks!”

we eat then say goodnight to nick and chris before we go to matt's room for some studying.

i lay down onto his bed as he walks over to his bathroom to change into some comfier clothes. while hes in there i start to think about our first study session when i found out matt had a crush on me. i thought it was very cute, but it made matt awkward on our last study night. i’m glad that he's eased up now, i just acted like i didn’t know anything and didn’t want to push on how he was feeling because I knew it would make his anxiety worse.

i come back to my senses seeing matt reappear from the bathroom door. we stayed on track for studying for an hour and a half before we eventually put on brooklyn 99 on in the background and talked.

“so, the retake is in a couple days, you think you’re ready?” i was hopeful he would be good by then because tonight felt very productive. I quizzed him on a couple of important ideas while he was playing with a baseball, throwing it up and down in the air. i learnt that he understands stuff better when he is doing something with his hands, it keeps him focused.

“hm, i’m not too sure, maybe another study sesh the day after tomorrow so by friday i’ll have all the stuff we went over fresh in my mind.” the baseball still gets thrown up and falls down in front of his face, with his hand waiting to catch it before it smacks him right on his nose. “thanks again for this,” i hear him catch it one more time before he moves his hand away from his face and looks at me just to the right of him. i'm hovering over him slightly, his eyes glow the brightest in the slight illumination from the lamp we always use when we study.

“yeah of course matt, you're my friend anyways.” our faces mirror each other, his eyes roam my faces while his hand holds the side of my face.

i toss my hair to the side of my head to lean down to kiss matt, he immediately returns the kiss enveloping my bottom lip with his. i moan into his mouth feeling him push me down and dominate me. one of his hands rests on my hip keeping me down as i pull him down with my legs letting him top me. most of his body is pressed down to mine, i lift my hips to give myself some kind of sensation i desperately crave for.

“fuck, i’m sorry are you okay with this?” matt says when he disconnects us.

i cup his chin bringing him a little closer, “i really fucking like you matt, please don’t stop.”

a smirk grows onto his face, “i really fucking like you too, you’re lucky i do.” he becomes more unserious pecking little kisses amoungst my face making a very loud “mwah” sound with each of he presses into my skin.

“matttt” i say through my sour looking face while he shows his affection.

“okay, okay, i’m done. but uh, how about we kiss again, didn’t get a good feel of it the first time.” he says with a knowing smirk on his face. i use my hand to weave through his brunette hair pulling him towards me again, we share a more passionate kiss, with knowing and love rather than lust.

it doesn’t take us long till things got more serious, his lips attach to my neck instantly sucking multiple hickeys into visible spots on my neck, moving down to my collar bone and eventually to the full and plump part of my boob. this is where my dream stopped last week, ive been trying to ignore it for the longest time but being in the moment now after thinking about it in my head makes it feel even more surreal.

his hand sneaks to the bottom of my fresh love shirt that i took from matt’s drawers when i found out i was sleeping here his fingers feel the hem of it. “is it alright if i take your shirt off?” he says with a quiet voice, almost afraid of what i’ll say.

i quickly nod in reply but that doesn’t seem good enough for him.

“words smart ass, i need words.” he says with a little bit of a condescending tone to his love tainted words.

“yes matt, you can take my shirt off too.” i say with a small giggle following after it.

he lifts the fabric to uncover the same white lace bra i was wearing while i slept over at his house by accident. “mh, i’ve been dreaming about this for a while ever since i saw you in it that morning,” he kisses the lace that travels to the small connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of my bra.

“and i know you heard what chris said to me that morning, yet you still acted like nothing was wrong.” he moves his hand to my upper back placing his hand onto my bra strap, “hey, can i take this off?”

“mhm,” my lips sealed trying to conceal my response to the amazing feeling of his hands on my body, he undoes the clip on my back with skill and purpose. the touch of his fingertips grant goosebumps to my skin in a very arousing manner.

he pulls the dainty clothing article off my arms and throws it to the floor benign absolutely amazed by my tits, they weren’t much but it seemed like matt was under a spell, he latched his lips just above my nipple to give me more hickeys, he sucks and soothes repeating this multiple times before he eventually dips down to my nipple, i feel the rush of arousal arching slightly off the bed.

i moan in response to the new sensation, i’m not exactly a virgin, but i haven’t done anything like this in a while, let alone at all for god sake. he massages the other boob, playing with the nipple with his hand the opposite of the one his mouth is very focused on.

he finally comes up for air after a little bit teasing, my thighs rub together and sits up to rip his shirt off to match my level of revealing skin, off goes his sweats as well leaving him in just his boxers, “matt, oh my god” i'm out of breath and very needy.

he continues a trail of kisses down to my clothes pussy, he looks up at me while holding the stretchy waistband of my pants, i give him a vigorous nod knowing what he was asking for.

he slides them completely off leaving me in just my underwear. he plants another sweet kids over my clothed heat which milks another desperate moan from me. “matt wait-“ he immediately comes up from my bottom half and lays beside me listening to me.

“hey we don’t have too if you don’t want too, i’m down if you just wanna go to bed in the other room, or even if you just wanna stay here and cuddle for the rest of the night.” he says before i can go ahead with what i was thinking.

“no, no i really want too it’s just, i haven’t really… done this before.” i tell him, he seems almost fully unaffected by my words.

“that’s fine, i’m here to make you feel good,” he places his hand nearing my core again, he rubs my panties over my clit moving down to feel the very apparent wet spot. “wow i’ve barely touched you and your so worked up,” his voice was sultry with a hint of a condescending tone.

“m-matt please” i struggle to say feeling the pressure he's putting down onto my throbbing clit.

“i’m gonna take these off now, okay?” he says with his fingers wrapped around the thin string of my thong that’s barely covers anything.

he slips them off admiring the sight in front of him, i almost get self conscious wanting to cover myself up with his blankets. his head dips and his hands pant onto my hips and one on my inner thigh. his tongue makes very sudden contact with my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, feeling the very heavy pressure i arch my back slighting leaning forward into his face.

his finger creeps and teases my hole before he fully plunged it into me. i heavy moan escapes my lips, “quiet now princess, can’t let nick or chris hear you.”

he continues his movements stimulating both my clit and hole at the same time, “more, please” i say with a pleading tone. he removes his finger from inside of me and replaces it with his tongue and mouth. he absolutely devoured my pussy giving me as much pleasure as he could, his mouth moving back to my clip and he slid his finger back into me moving it at a moderate pace.

i don’t try very hard to conceal my very loud moans, as soon as matt enters a second finger into my dripping cunt, i release with a pornographic moan, squeezing his head between my legs. “holy shit matt,” he licks up all of my hot cum and comes back up to kiss me.

“mmh you did so well for me, you ready for me now?” i say a needy yes while he goes back to sit back on the his headboard. he removes his boxers with such haste letting his cock spring out with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. “i wanna watch you ride me, you control the pace and how deep you wanna go.” he whispers into my ear.

he lifts me on top of him, kissing him passionately while i grind down onto his twitching cock. he lets out a guttered groan “okay, let’s do this cause i could bust just from looking at you.”

he lines himself up and holds my hips while i sink down onto him. his so thick and long, i feel him in ever existing crevasse in my cunt. “fuck yes” i say letting out a heavy breath.

“holy shit you’re so tight-“ he says between his monas and hard breathes. i begin to move myself up and down slowly, whatever pain that came at first quickly moved to pleasure as i speed up my movements.

my tits bounce every time i move up or down, my movements are set at a constant pace, “matt, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.” i say, feeling his dick twitch in my pussy again.

“come for me baby, give it to me,” he says, taking me by my love handles and moving me up and down a little faster. i came hearing his words letting out a couple of breathy moans, he follows soon after me. i feel his thick long ropes of cum fill me up and come back down dripping onto his cock.

matt does a couple of slower pumps in and out of me to ride both of us through our highs. he picks me up as if i weigh nothing and puts me down beside him laying down onto the bed.

he goes into the bathroom to retrieve a small cloth and comes back to wipe me down. he does a couple of strips to pick up as much extra cum he could. i feel him hit my clit and i whimper loudly, “oh god, i’m sorry, i know your still sensitive.” once he’s finished he goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

fishing his boxers from the ground he slides them on and grabs my underwear and a large t-shirt from his closet. he hops onto the bed putting on my underwear and pulling me up to put on the shirt.

“mh thank you,” i say tired and groggy.

he plants a kiss onto my forehead “anything for you smart ass.”

he comes under the covers and wraps his arms around me, intertwining our legs. we sleep peacefully until the morning

taglist - @westwiing @comet235

[kyeop-tato]

A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

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CHAPTER 14 : Perfect time to play matchmaker

After a long, hearty meal with your friends, you find yourself in the sanctuary of the ladies’ room, finally peeling off the weight of the day—literally, as you carefully remove your heavy makeup and begin your skincare routine. The relentless heat and the chaos of juggling your role at the class booth have left you feeling drained.

As you slip into something more comfortable, you overhear Doyeon and Yeri giggling, eyes glued to their phones. "They're probably texting their boyfriends" Natty says from somewhere behind, startling you.

“B-boyfriends? Younghoon and Juyeon?” you blurt out, caught completely off guard. Natty shrugs, nonchalantly applying her lipstick. "Why are you so shocked? It was bound to happen."

You nod slowly, processing the news. “Then that means you’ve got a clear shot at Sunwoo. He’s here too, right?” Natty glances at you as you tie your hair back, her expression neutral. "I already told you, I don't—"

“Sure, sure” you cut her off with a knowing smile, “but you can’t lie to me, honey. Your whole face screams ‘I miss him.’ ” You pat her shoulder warmly. "I’ll help you get closer to him if we see him later." you winked cheekily at her.

Before Natty can respond, you call out to the others, “I’m heading back to the booth!” After you left, Natty can’t help but wonder how you would have felt knowing the truth about how Sunwoo really feels towards you. "How am I supposed to tell her that he likes her and not me?" she likely wonders in silent turmoil.

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Back at the booth, you switch shifts with your classmates, diving headfirst into the demanding work—taking orders, mixing drinks, restocking supplies. Time passes in a blur, and before you know it, the sun is dipping low on the horizon. The class booth has drawn more attention than you expected, and you’re so busy that you don’t even notice the group of boys approaching. That is, until you hear a voice that stops you in your tracks.

Sunwoo.

He greets you with that wide, awkward smile of his, clearly flustered as his friends tease him from behind. Before you can return his greeting, your classmate Gunwook calls out, "Hey, can you help Sungchan and a few others? We need more hands to carry stuff from the truck."

You give Sunwoo an apologetic nod before rushing off, leaving him hanging.

“Bro, did you just get ignored?” Hyunjae teases, laughing. Sunwoo just grumbles under his breath.

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After hauling heavy boxes and catching your breath, Mark, another classmate, sidles up to you. "Hey, someone wants to take a picture with you."

You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

Mark gestures toward Sunwoo, who’s standing there, looking somewhat expectant. A sly grin spreads across your face. "Perfect. Time to play matchmaker" you thought.

“Tell him I’m busy,” you say with a mischievous glint in your eye, “but i'm sure he wouldn't mind taking a picture with Natty”

Mark gives you a strange look. “Okay but why are you smirking like that? I'm a little creeped out”

You wave him off. “Just do it.”

Thinking you’d done a stellar job playing matchmaker between Natty and Sunwoo, you couldn’t help but mentally pat yourself on the back as the evening wound down. The school event wrapped up around 8 p.m., and the air buzzed with the energy of students packing up. Your class was just as busy.

As you carefully peeled off the Polaroids that had been pinned to the wall—a collage of moments from the day, you heard a soft cough behind you. Startled, you turned to find Yunho standing there, hands casually in his pockets.

“You looked scarily cool in that cosplay. Wish I’d stopped by earlier to see that” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The compliment hit you unexpectedly, and you felt a slight blush creep up your cheeks.

“What brings you here, anyway?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“I brought these” Yunho said, pulling out a box of mochi from a plastic bag. “My class made them. I remembered how much you love these.” You blinked, surprised by the thoughtful gesture. “T-thank you! I saw them earlier but didn’t have time to grab any.”

Yunho chuckled. “I guess I’m a mind reader, huh?” He paused before adding, “Are you almost done, or—”

Before he could finish, your homeroom teacher’s voice rang out, calling for all the students. You glanced back at Yunho, offering an apologetic smile. “That’s my cue. Sorry, Yunho, but we’ll talk later.”

You rushed off to join the group, the teacher delivering a quick debrief, thanking everyone for making the event a success. But as you listened, Doyeon nudged you sharply.

“What’s going on with you and Yunho? Why are you talking to him again?” Her eyes bore into you with unspoken accusation.

You avoided her gaze, shrugging it off. “What’s wrong with talking to him? It’s not like I’m planning to get back with him or anything.”

Doyeon wasn’t convinced. “You better not! Do you remember how he nearly humiliated you in front of the entire school after your confession? He rejected you like it was nothing.”

Natty, who had overheard, nodded in agreement. Her words were casual but carried weight.

Doyeon’s question pulled you into a momentary haze, dragging you back to a memory you’d tried to bury. The moment that had fractured everything.

You and Yunho had been inseparable once, friends since childhood—long before you met the girls. You two did almost everything together, from attending the same schools to joining the same after-school activities. When you introduced him to the others, it had felt natural, effortless. The four of you became a close-knit group, and people even envied how close you were to Yunho.

There had been a time when someone tried to hurt you—an accident involving a potted plant that nearly struck you. Yunho had been the one to step in, shielding you. The plant hit him instead, bruising his arm but sparing you. You never forgot how he downplayed the injury, assuring you he was fine, but it left you feeling indebted to him in a way you couldn’t shake.

Somewhere along the way, that sense of gratitude blurred into something deeper, something you couldn’t control. And one day, without thinking, you decided to tell him. It was after one of his soccer practices, during a break. You’d walked up to him, heart pounding, trying to play it cool.

He’d greeted you with his usual warmth, happy to see you. You talked for a while about nothing in particular until you brought up your feelings—your confession. The moment the words left your mouth, you could feel the weight of every gaze around you. His teammates, a few other students—they all witnessed it.

Yunho, always polite, turned you down. “I’ve only ever thought of you as a friend” he’d said, gentle but firm. He hadn’t realized his kindness, the way he treated you, had made you believe there might be something more.

Your heart sank as you struggled to hold back tears. “O-of course. My bad, Yunho. I just wanted to tell you how I feel… but you don’t have to feel the same way. I’m sorry for thinking that.”

You’d barely managed to keep it together, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to appear strong. That was the last time you and Yunho had spoken. After that day, the two of you drifted apart, the once easy friendship now strained, tangled in unspoken hurt.

Since then, you hadn’t just lost Yunho—you’d lost a part of yourself. His rejection had left you carrying an insecurity that still weighed you down, even now.

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a/n : hi everyone! i just wanna say im really thankful to whoever been liking this story and i really appreciate it. however, i have bad news 😔 this might be my last update for the time being as i have to focus more on work, unfortunately so i hope you guys can understand and wait patiently (im definitely not giving up the story just hiatus for awhile...)

[grapefiesta]

Love language

sum: you confess to your childhood friend with the help of his mother (kind of).

a/n: not proofread also I don't remember how far the school is from his apartment sorry-

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You’re walking through your school’s courtyard when you hear your name being called in that iconic Brooklyn accent. You turn your head to see Miles waving at you from across the yard. You and Miles have been best friends since you were 6, and he always calls out to you as if all ears had to wait for you to answer. “What’s good, Miles?” You yell back with a slight grin across your face. The two of you meet halfway in the middle of the yard and greet each other.

You dap him up and do your handshake. When you complete your handshake as usual, it always feels like the whole school stops what they were doing during it. You both grin at the looks of everyone. It is something you have grown accustomed to over the years, and as always, Miles's grin is contagious, so you can’t help but grin back. “What class you on ya way to?”

“Spanish. You?” You ask your lifelong friend with an arm draped around his shoulders.

“Econ.” He replies with a thumbs-up gesture.

As the two of you progress down the hallway, a group of girls stare at you and giggle amongst themselves. You see them glance in your direction as one raises their phone and snaps a quick photo when they thought you weren't looking.

Miles doesn’t seem to notice them or care as you guys continue walking down the halls towards your respective classes.

You furrow your eyebrows and turn your head slightly as you keep walking.

“What’s up?” Miles says with a raised eyebrow, noticing your reaction. “Was it something I said, or is your brain buffering?” He says jokingly. But as Miles makes himself laugh at his joke, he notices you haven’t said anything in response as you both keep walking together.

You shake your head. “Nah. You’re good bro. Don’t worry.” Those girls probably posted a picture on their stories saying some shit like, "Nerd couple." You aren't even a couple, but you acting like no one was around you guys made most people think you are. You secretly wished you were.

“Alright then..” Miles says with a slight shrug, his eyes scanning the halls as the two of you walk. Miles starts to whistle a tune. “Ya got any plans today?”

“Not really. You?”

“Naw,” he says, shaking his head. “I was gonna head home or see if anyone needs help with homework, I guess.” he glances at you then. “you can come by my house if you want.”

“Oh yeah, cool.” you smile and see your classroom. You give Miles one last high five before entering it. “Have a good one, dude.”

You make your way to your class and Miles to his Econ classroom. He waves at you through the window with a goofy smile on his face.

The day comes to an end, and you are walking down the halls with Miles towards the exit. You both stop for a sip of water from the fountain, and Miles leans against the wall.

“So what we doing after this?” Miles asks, clearly lost in thought. The bell has just rung, and the hallway is filled with kids leaving for the day. He was observing them while you drank.

“I thought we were hanging at yours?” you wipe your mouth with the sleeve of the hoodie you wore over your uniform.

“Oh.. yeah..” Miles says, a sudden realization hitting him as he does. “I’m trippin’, my bad.” He gives you a fist bump, and you make your way outside the school building and towards his apartment complex, just a block or 2 away.

On the way, you talk about new comic issues and game releases. You told him about the latest cool figurine you had acquired.

“That’s hella sick!” Miles says with a grin as the two of you talk more about the new releases you have spotted at the game store you two frequently visit.

As you make it to his front door, he knocks a few times before his mom opens the flat door. “Oh, it’s the two lovebirds.” She says with a smirk as Miles rolls his eyes.

You blush a bit with an awkward laugh. “Hola Rio, Cómo estas?” you ask her using your Spanish skills.

“Muy bien, gracias.” She says, looking over to Miles with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him for being bad at his mother language, as her son rolls his eyes. “Mom!” Miles says, throwing his hands up in the air as if he’s annoyed. “You gotta stop embarrassing me in front of my friends,” He says, as his mom chuckles back. “Whatever you say, "chico."” She says with a chuckle. Miles lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “Whatever, let’s go inside.”

As the two of you walk into his home, Miles immediately bolts into his room, presumably to drop off his backpack. He gives you the hand gesture to follow as you make your way to it, the two of you walk into his room, the very one you have been in so many times that it almost started to feel like your own and close the door. “So what’s the move?” Miles says as he looks around his room. He sees his PS5 sitting where it usually is and makes a B-line to it. “Gaming..?”

“Yeah. Let’s play Mortal Kombat!”

Miles lights up. “Oh... it’s on then!” He says, smiling as his face starts to show more excitement. He fires up his PS5, and you make your way over to the DualSense controllers. “You ready for me to kick your ass?” Miles says with a massive grin plastered across his face.

The both of you share a laugh, sit together and select your favourite fighters.

“Aww, man. Not like that!” Miles says with a pouty expression across his face. “Lemme have a rematch!” He says with raised eyebrows. You both play a best of 3 matches. Finally, the last round comes up. Both of you play intensely, trying your hardest to win. You won the first two rounds. “Hah! Suck it!!” you flip him off with a grin after you've won the second round. 

 Finally, it comes down to a close finish. His fighter wins by a literal pixel. Miles immediately throws his controller and cheers.

“YO! THAT'S CHEATING, MAN!” You say as he laughs his head off.“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!” You shake Miles by his shoulders.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW MAN!” He shouts as he shoves your arms off of him. The two of you burst into laughter, eventually settling down as you sit back on the floor. “I’ll admit it.. you’re a lot better than I remember, but” Miles starts and wiggles a finger, “I still won that last match.”

Both of you share a laugh again as Miles stands up and offers his hand to help you up. “Wanna play a different game or something else entirely?”

Before you could answer, Miles’ mother called you from the kitchen, telling you that dinner was ready.

“Oh noooooo. My worst enemy.” Miles says as he groans exaggeratedly in sarcasm. “we have been summoned to eat food.” He makes sure to make his voice sound very posh as he makes fun of it, causing the two of you to break out in laughter. “Let’s hurry up and eat, then we can keep doing whatever we want,” you say as you both make your way to the kitchen.

You enter the kitchen and the delicious smell of the meal hits both of your noses. “Oh.. it smells amazing in here!” Miles says with a wide smile as Rio puts a hand on her son’s shoulder. “I made it, especially for you two. You better enjoy it.” She says as the both of you nod and smile in response. “Oh, don’t worry, Ma! I’m sure it’ll be great.” Miles says as his mom lets out a small laugh.

“Thank you, Mrs. Morales. It smells amazing.” You smile at your best friend's mother.

“You’re welcome, Mija.”

The three of you sit down at the dinner table, and the delicious dinner is ready to be had. The both of you dig in right away as Rio watches on with a smile.

After about half an hour of eating the food, Rio speaks again. “So you two, how was school today?” She asks, taking in her son and her son’s friend. The two share a glance before both saying in unison. “Fine.”

Rio laughs to herself and shakes her head.

You take another bite and let out a delighted sound. “I love your cooking.”

“Aw, you’re far too kind,” Rio says with a smile as she lets out a little chuckle. “The secret of my food is making sure it’s made with love.” 

 “Well, whatever your secret is, you should open up a restaurant or something because it’s amazing,” Miles adds, as his face lights up once again.

Nodding along to what Rio said, you blurted a question out, “Could you show me how?”

“What do you mean?” Rio asks, sounding a bit confused. She cocks her head to the side as if asking for clarification. 

“How to cook with love.”

Rio’s smile grows tenfold as her face lights up with pride for her cooking. “Oh, of course, I’ll teach you, Mija. I could teach you the recipes for all the meals I’ve cooked over the years.” She says as the smile across her face starts to grow. 

Miles looks on, happy to see his mother so proud of her cooking. “Hey, what about me? I wanna learn too.” Miles says, sounding just as excited as his mother is now.

You ignore Miles, fully invested in the conversation. “Do you think the person that eats the food will taste the love?”

“Of course! When you make something with all your might, all your love, and all your soul, the heart that you put into the food will be given to the one who eats it. Like a piece of yourself! That’s what makes food special.” Rio says, giving a soft smile. 

You nod, clearly invested and mutter some things under your breath as if you were taking notes.

“You gotta focus on the food while you make it though. If you get distracted mid-cooking, it’ll just taste like regular food. Do you understand what I mean?” Rio asks and holds her hand up with a gesture. “You gotta be invested in the process. As silly as that sounds, you gotta be into it for it to be something special to the heart. And you better believe that your friends will feel that love, too.” Rio says, sounding almost philosophical.

“Friends... yeah.. uhm,” You start. “What about something more?”

“More than friends? As in… like a romantic partner? Love differently? That’s a good question.” Rio says as she gives a smile back at you. “Well... I suppose the answer to that is similar but also different at the same time. The love there is even more important because you’re sharing a little bit of yourself with them. food is the perfect love language.” She shares with a soft smile as Miles looks on too.

Miles grumbles and eats his food as you keep talking with his mother, not giving him the time of the day.

 The following week, Rio taught you how to cook one of her and Miles' favourite dishes. She does an excellent job of showing you the secret of how she makes her meals. You feel the satisfaction of cooking something just like how she does it, knowing you’re doing your best to make something with love as she taught you.

Soon, she gives you a nod. “Perfect!” She says as she tastes your dish and smiles. “You’ve become a pro, you know that?”

A few days after that, you decided to cook something for Miles. This would be your way to confess. You were standing in front of his apartment door and pressed the doorbell nervously with the food behind your back.

Miles opens the door, greeting his best friend with a wide grin. He notices a nervous demeanour across your face. “Hey.. you okay?” He asks you, giving you a look of concern.

You shift around on your feet and hold out the dish in a Tupperware for him.

He smiles, taking the dish from you. “Aw.. did you make this for me, n/n?” He asks with a soft smile and the tiniest hint of blush on his face. “Cause it smells amazing, thanks a bunch y/n!” 

He opens the lid of the tub, looking inside at the meal you made. His face lights up as he looks back at you. “Looks awesome! You did an amazing job, dude.” He says, his eyes now looking into yours.

Miles notices the heart-shaped carrots in it, his face turning a little red. It made you embarrassed that you did end up adding them. You watched his every move like a hawk.

 “Is that really for me, n/n?” He asks with a light-hearted smile as you notice his eyes linger on your eyes for a bit too long. “And the heart-shaped carrots on top of it?” He says with a laugh afterwards, a smile still plastered on his face.

You nod. Your face was heating up so rapidly that you thought you might have a fever.

“Well.. that’s sweet, n/n.” He says as a blush starts to spread across his face. He doesn’t notice your blush just yet, as he holds up one of the carrots and smiles at you. “I guess you wanted it to look cute, right..?” He asks, his face going the slightest bit redder as he says that. He smiles, his face now entirely red.

“I... I made it with.. with love.” You stumble over your words.

“...Really?” Miles says, sounding nervous now. He takes a moment to pause, clearing his throat before speaking up again. “Uh... I don’t mean to be rude, but did you mean this as a friendship thing or…,” He trails off, and his face remains a bright red.

You shake your head at his question.

“Did you... wanna be.. more than friends?” Miles asks, his face turning red with embarrassment. “Because.. if that’s what you meant..” He stops, taking in a deep breath. He looks up at you as he tries to muster his confidence. “I’d say yes.” His face is burning as he smiles at you.

“You would?” you looked at him with hope in your eyes, hoping that you weren't dreaming

“Of course! My best friend suddenly becoming my partner? I think that would be the greatest thing to ever happen to me!” He says with a grin that continues to spread across his face, his face now nearly as red as the peppers in the food.

“I guess your mother was right.” You grinned happily, “Food is the best love language.”

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[dramallamas]

Rewatching Beyond Evil and I’m taking (somewhat) unserious notes! Enjoy my brain worms.

Episode 1 || Next Episode

Ooooo dead body

Mad to think that when I first saw Jihoon’s actor he was playing a bully. This is a complete 180 and he does both roles well.

Intense middle aged running with intense music

(Spongebob style) Flashback~

Ah a church. You will never catch me there

The song they’re singing is oddly fitting to the theme of the show sans the whole God thing

We don’t stan Dongsik slander in this household.

Lee Dohyun <3

The signs in this flashback. The shot of the guitar pick, Kang Jinmuk being seen a lot but in the background, Bang Juseon being rude to Dongsik, Dongsik telling Yuyeon to leave at night (aka he had “motive”) etc

Lee twins crumbs I love it.

The cold filter when Dongsiks mum finds yuyeons fingertips nice touch

The title being “(to) Appear" mwah nice

Love the shots of how everything is “worse”when we transition to Dongsik now

Oct 11 2020 remember that me

HERE HE IS ITS JUWON

Dongsik saying stop in english <3

Pls the dramatic slow mo 🤣

Dongsik is a true justice/law upholder. Never letting things slide if its wrong. He and juwon are alike in that sense.

“Many a mickle makes a muckle” netflix what does that mean???? Like i get it but ive never heard that saying in my life

Everyone turns to see Juwon par Dongsik… that is until he speaks.

Juwon judging people and things right off the bat. Bro is not amused.

Technically Juwon is higher rank than Dongsik because Dongsik is assistant inspector and Juwon is flat out inspector

Dongsik immediately knew something was up as soon as he heard who Juwon’s dad is.

Juwon’s first impression of Dongsik is that he is intelligent and follows the law like rulebook when dealing with people (ofc he also thinks he is a murderer and should avoid someone like him and has already decided he hates his guts)

The tension starts as soon as Juwon drives past Dongsik. They immediately are making notes on each other

YOO JAEYI MY GIRLBOSS BELOVED. She is so much more clever than people give her credit for.

Jeongje and Dongsik being best friends…

OH JIHWA ^^

I love the manyang crew interactions.

“He’s not my type” not now… but he will be. you have no idea whats coming for you, Dongsik

Ew Hna Kihwan

I love these dinner scenes with Juwon. They so clearly reflect him and his attitude at the time as well as his relationship with his dad as well as how they change over the show.

아버지 and not 아빠 really emphasises the father-son relationship they have (or lack thereof)

Their first interaction and they already dont like each other.

Everyone sucking up to Juwon and trying to work with him and hes like yeah… no. Y’all are weird.

THEN GETS OFFENDED WHEN DONGSIK SAYS HE DOESNT WANNA WORK WITH HIM LMAOO

so hes like… two can play at this game bitch and calls Dongsik a nutjob.

Their reaction when Sangbae pairs them up is top tier

Juwons inner thoughts: “Day one… fuck my life”

Dongsik started teasing Juwon off the bat

They both have a super impressive memory wtf

“There are no secrets in this town. You are always being watched by someone.”

Dongsik nags Juwon about his aggressive driving and immediately drives aggressively because he can

Ah the reed field…

Juwon traipsing through the mud was me last week when I had to walk home (our area flooded)

We dont give the score for this show enough credit its so good like

“Why did you just stand there when a gust of wind was coming? You’ll learn once it slaps you in the face.” Metaphorrrrrrr

Juwon is already accusing Dongsik like 40mins into the ep like damn

Fresh out the shower dongsik is so yes.

Juwon in that white jumped is also a yes.

Mate respectfully I don’t think you got how relationships work. “People at my school or in my hometown want to be my friends by showing me unwanted kindness or attention. But at get-togethers they all talk about what I have or my connections. They gossip and laugh about it. In the end they all come to me for favours.” Dongsik is right in asking “Is it that simple?” Because it isn’t. (I will make a full post about this omg)

“What could you possibly have that makes you think you are the most important person in the universe?” THE MEANINGS OMG

Man gets so offended when people are like you have mysophobia then ends up roped into a get together.

Juwon trying to text a fake excuse to get out of the get together is so me because I have done that (its the anxiety for me)

Juwon is so awkward bless him.

“You’re supposed to stay glued to your partner all day, and know the colour of his underpants.” Dw Jihoon Juwon will learn ;)

Everyone clapping for Jinmuk and calling him the most important guy in manyang…

Juwon not liking his dad being brought up and Dongsik joking about it to diffuse the situation and also poke at Juwon

All important scenes happen when it rains.

Juwon quickly learns to not believe what dongsik says half the time XD

“I don’t want you to like me.” “It’s up to me to like someone or not.”

“Leave before you get caught.” What interesting phrasing Dongsik

Ah yes the Juwon and Hyeok brother dynamic. I find it interesting and think its an underrated Juwon relationship.

Hyeok trying be Han Kihwans son and Juwon is like “dont. Trust me.”

We mention Dongsiks wall of notes and stuff on the Yuyeon etc case but we dont talk about Juwons enough. Mf has two. Two fricken boards. One he makes in his closet (?) above his computer and the other next to his bed.

The! Score! Ugh im a lover

It takes a whole day to get to the reed field this time??? Cause he arrived in the morning (i assume) at the police station and then the sun is set by the time he gets there. I think he may have procrastinated bc of the mud or he actually arrived in the afternoon and the sun sets ridiculously early in late october?

Juwon getting jumpscared by Dongsik again XD

I love how this episode brings us full loop to the start of the episode but includes Juwon the second time to add fresh perspective and the aftermath.

Juwon’s step back and shaky hand is a give away that he knows her and Dongsik immediately picks up on it. Yet Dongsik tells Jihoon to leave knowing this must be a secret.

And Juwon doesn’t miss a beat when Dongsik says its a woman. They’re both one upping each other all the time

We give Juwon shit for constantly grabbing juwons collar/shirt but Dongsik did it first! (And it was hot because he smooths out Juwons shirt after) Juwon just copied and repeated.

And Dongsik quickly realises why Juwon is in Manyang and decides to just play with him and be a little shit.

Mate you guys are at the first ep and already in each other’s faces

Ok fin see you next episode ^^

[rainisawriter]

You’re All That I Adore (Ito)

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Genre: Fluff, slice of life, domestic, slight angst

Word Count: 4,367

Pairing: First Person x Ito

World: High&Low

A/N: 100% self indulgence right here because this man has my heart in a fucking Cobra twist. Seriously, send help.

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I put a cigarette between my lips, lighting the end before taking a long drag. The sun was shining brightly above against a bright blue sky, not a single cloud in sight. Cicadas were chirping happily in the distance, not the least bit bothered by the heat that was currently engulfing the Sword district. 

“There she is!”

“Huh?” My gaze fell on a group of guys standing in the shade of the foot bridge. There were six of them, wearing the same black uniform and carrying metal bats and pipes. “Who the hell are you guys?”

“Nishiya-san sends his regards,” smirked a black-haired male, pointing his bat at me.

My brow furrowed as I searched my brain for the name, but I was coming up blank. “No idea who that is, bro.”

“Get her, boys!”

All of them rushed at me at once, screaming out as if they were going to war. I sighed deeply, pinching the end of my cigarette to put it out before sticking it behind my ear. A bat swung at my head and I quickly stepped backward, grabbing the bat so I could tug him closer, my fist slamming against his face. I felt a pipe hit my shoulder blade and I cursed, spinning around to slam my foot against the guy’s stomach.

One guy tried to punch me but I grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard. He cried out in pain, trying to pry himself away but I kept my grip, using him as a shield when another swung a pipe at me. The pipe hit him in the head and he went limp. 

“Attacking your own guy?” I tsk’d, punching the guy in the face. “That ain’t cool, man.”

I could sense the last two guys coming up behind me and I ducked, the bat swinging through the air. I kicked my foot back, connecting with his shin before I grabbed the front of his shirt, throwing him into the final guy. They collided hard, falling back into the river with a satisfying splash.

“Ren!”

I glanced up, seeing Tsukasa jogging toward me, his brow furrowed as he looked around at the fallen boys. “Yo, Kasa.” I lifted my hand to him before putting the cigarette back in my mouth and lighting it again. “I thought I was coming to see you, not the other way around.”

“I had a bad feeling.” He pushed one of the guys with his foot, causing him to roll onto his back. “These are Suzuran guys.”

“Suzuran?” I repeated, scratching my cheek. “The hell are they?”

“It’s a school in Toaru city. Fujio went there yesterday to challenge Rao… is that why they attacked you?”

I inhaled deeply, turning my head so I didn’t exhale the smoke into his direction. “They didn’t say anything about Rao, but they did mention a Nishiya.”

“I don’t know who that is,” he shook his head, long fingers wrapping around my wrist and tugging me along the path. “It’s possible that it’s just a coincidence…”

“You don’t sound too sure about that.” I watched him closely, taking in how his brow remained furrowed. There was clearly something bothering him and it had been for a while. I came to a stop under the foot bridge, tugging him around to face me. “What’s goin’ on, Tsukasa?”

His lips parted, no doubt to say nothing but he seemed to change his mind. His gaze met mine, filled with worry. “I have a bad feeling. I have for a few days now and it’s not going away. It feels like… the calm before the storm.”

I hummed in realization. “So, that’s why you called me.”

He nodded. “I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’re busy, but… I’m really worried, Ren. This feeling won’t go away and I would feel a lot better knowing you’re close by.”

“Hey,” I called out softly, resting my hand on his shoulder. “You know if you ever need me, I’ll be here. You’re my baby brother, Tsukasa, and I will always protect you.”

He smiled warmly, nodding his head. “Thank you.”

“What’s got you so worked up, though?”

“The other schools in Sword keep being spotted near Oya. It’s as if they’re watching us.”

“Yeah, but that’s nothing new, is it?” I wondered, leaning back against the metal railing that separated the path from the river.

“No, it’s not, but this feels different. I don’t know why, it just does.”

“If you keep frowning like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles and lose half your fanbase.”

He scoffed, sending me a look. “Are you saying people only like me for my looks?”

“Only part of them,” I grinned, ruffling his blonde hair. 

Tsukasa smacked my hand away but it had no malice. “Thank you.”

“You said that already.”

“I mean it. I feel a lot better having you here.”

I grinned, throwing my arm around his neck. “I’m always happy to assist.”

“We’re going to see a movie tonight. Are you in?”

“Nah, can’t go. I’ve got plans with my boyfriend. Been ages since we had any time together. Something always seems to come up on either end.”

“That makes sense, you’re pretty busy, aren’t you?” A frown tugged at his lips again. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“It’s no bother at all. Listen, Tsukasa,” I paused, grabbing him by the shoulders and staring him dead in the eye. “If you ever need anything, no matter how small, you better call me immediately. I don’t care what time it is or how busy I am. I’ve always got time for you.”

“I know,” the corner of his lips twitched upward, eyes shimmering with warmth. “Th -”

“If you say thank you one more time, I’m gonna throw you in the river.”

He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re so rude.”

“Yet you still love me,” I grinned, patting his shoulder.

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I stifled a yawn as I stepped into my apartment, being greeted by the smell of food and the sound of sizzling meat. A smile tugged at my lips as I stopped in the doorway, watching my boyfriend as he cooked dinner. I approached slowly, wrapping my arms around his slim waist.

“I’m home,” I mumbled, nuzzling against the side of his neck.

Ito smiled, leaning back against me as his free hand came to rest over my arm. “Welcome home, anata.”

“Sorry I’m so late.”

“You’re just in time. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“It smells amazing.” I pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away to grab a soda from the fridge. “What movie are we watching?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Should I be worried?”

“You’re gonna love it,” he promised, dark eyes meeting mine.

No matter how many times he looked at me, my heart skipped a beat every time. He was so beautiful and his gaze was always filled with love for me. No one has ever made me feel so much warmth and love the way he does and, honestly, I’m beginning to believe in soulmates. If they exist, he’s definitely mine.

“You’re staring at me again,” he scolded lightly, sending me a look as he lifted the pan off the stove.

“Sorry,” I muttered, settling down at the table.

After dinner, we set our plates in the sink and headed into the living room. 

I fell onto the couch, watching him as he pulled a box from beside the TV, holding it up proudly. I grinned at him when I read the title. “You bought The Lord of the Rings?”

“Extended edition.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Every day,” Ito chuckled, setting the first movie into the DVD player before settling down beside me on the couch. He brought his legs up, leaning against my side. I threw my arm around him to pull him closer, and he rested his head against my chest. “I forgot to get the blanket.”

“Forget it.” I held him tighter, running my hand up and down his side. “We can get it later.”

“If I catch a cold, I’m blaming you.”

“It’s summer, babe.”

“Summer colds are a real thing, you know.”

I clicked my tongue. “Fine, go get the damn thing.”

Ito laughed, pressing a kiss to my cheek before standing up. I watched him disappear down the hall before reaching forward to grab the controller, starting up the movie. He returned a moment later with the blanket, flicking off the lights before settling back at my side.

Honestly, I clocked out for most of the movie. How could I possibly focus when I had such a beautiful man just inches away from me? Every time he moved, I could smell his shampoo mingling with the light cologne he wore. It was a pleasant smell that always left me feeling calm and at peace. Even so, I found myself thinking about Tsukasa. He was always so level headed that it was rare to see him so worried.

“Do you think it counts?” wondered Ito softly, glancing up at me with his dark, beautiful eyes.

I glanced at the screen, realizing it was the scene of Legolas and Gimli seeing who could get the most kills. “It definitely doesn’t. The guy was dead when he shot him.”

“He was twitching.”

“Doesn’t matter. A body can still move even after death, but the body is still dead. He shot a dead body which definitely doesn’t count. Gimli wins this for sure.”

“Most people side with Legolas.”

“Because they’re simps.”

His lips parted but he was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing on the other end of the couch. 

I scowled at the TV, pretending not to hear it.

“You should answer it,” he told me softly, hand resting in the center of my chest. “It could be important.”

“It could be not important.”

“Anata,” he sent me a stern look before reaching over me to grab the phone, holding it out to me.

I took it with a scoff, seeing an unknown number flashing across the screen. “Hello?”

Ito grabbed the controller to pause the movie.

The sound of music could be heard in the background, along with the giggles of a woman. “Hey~”

My brow furrowed at the familiar voice. “Masaki? Are you drunk?”

“What? No~” he giggled, slurring his words. “I’m not drunk, silly, you’re drunk!”

I heard the girl giggled again and I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. “What do you want?”

“Hey, hey. Can you come get us?”

“I’m not a fucking taxi service. Call your brother.”

“But -”

“Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, tossing the phone onto the couch.

“I still can’t believe you’re friends with Amamiya Masaki.”

“It’s not as cool as one might think.” I stifled a yawn, rubbing the back of my head.

Ito glanced at the clock before standing up, holding his hand out to me. “Let’s go to sleep, love.”

“Are you sure? It’s still kinda early.” I slid my hand into his and he pulled me up easily, leading me toward the bedroom we shared.

“I had a long day and it seems like you did, too.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, there was nothing better than cuddling with Ito before bed. I got changed before him, sliding under the cold covers and sighing in content. He turned the light off before sliding in beside me, curling up against my side with his head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and he hummed in satisfaction.

I didn’t want to go to sleep so quickly, but my eyes felt heavy and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer.

“Anata?” called Ito, his voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

“Hm?” I shifted to try and wake myself up a bit, my hand rubbing up and down his back.

“I love you… you know that, right?”

“Mhm. I love you too, Ito.”

“No matter what happens, don’t forget that, okay?”

I wanted to question what he meant, but I could feel my consciousness leaving me. I held him tighter, resting my cheek against the top of his head. “I won’t.” The last thing I registered was the feeling of his fingers curling around my t-shirt.

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The sound of an alarm ringing through the room forced me from my sleep and I groaned, rolling onto my side. I could feel Ito shift as he started to get out of bed so my arms shot forward, wrapping around his waist and tugging him back onto the bed. I wrapped myself around him, nuzzling against his neck.

“I don’t wanna get up yet.”

He chuckled. “We both have things we need to do. We can’t stay in bed forever, love.”

“Just five more minutes. Please?”

“Only five,” he conceded, relaxing into my embrace.

I pressed my lips to his neck and hummed. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too. I think you’d grow tired of me after a while, though.” His tone was lighthearted and joking but it made me scowl, increasing my grip on him.

“I’ll never get tired of this, of you.”

Ito slowly turned around to face me, his gaze flickering to my lips. I didn’t hesitate to close the distance, my hand going to his cheek as our lips met. I poured every ounce of love I had for him into that kiss, as I did every single time we kissed. He needed to know how much he affected me, needed to know how much I love him. Honestly, I don’t think there are words in any language to explain it. I can only hope he can feel it, too.

My tongue brushed against his bottom lip and he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth, arms going around my neck to pull me closer. My phone started to vibrate on the nightstand and I groaned, breaking the kiss to hide my face in his neck.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Ito chuckled, running his fingers through my short hair. “We need to get up anyway.”

“Don’t wanna.”

He pushed me gently and I groaned, rolling off him so he could get up. “You have a meeting today, don’t you?”

“Oh…” I blinked up at the ceiling. “I forgot about that.”

“I figured you might. Come on, up!” He grabbed my hands, pulling me up and out of the bed despite my protests. Said protests were quickly silenced by his lips. “I’ll make breakfast. You better not go back to sleep, anata.”

“Sure, sure.” I grabbed my phone, finding a missed call from Fujio. I sent him a quick message before hopping in the shower. He had replied by the time I got out, telling me that he was going to go visit Rao this afternoon with Tsukasa and Jamuo. I replied that I would meet them there before getting dressed.

Ito glanced at me when I entered the kitchen, a smile on his lips. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “You actually listened to me this time.”

“I can’t be a pain in the ass all the time, you’ll get tired of me.”

“Never,” he chuckled, pecking my lips. He set two omelets down on the table before sitting across from me. “What time is your meeting?”

“Uh…” I tugged my phone from my pocket, checking my messages. Shit, the meeting is happening at the same time I’m supposed to meet Fujio. Maybe I can talk Hiroto into going instead. “Noon.”

“Be careful, okay? There have been a lot of… unsavory guys around lately.” His nose wrinkled, annoyance flashing through his eyes. 

“Careful is my middle name,” I replied with a grin, earning a disbelieving look in return.

“Last time I checked, it was reckless.”

“Same thing.”

“Not even close.”

After we finished eating, he gathered the plates and set them in the sink. “I’ll wash them when I get home. I have to get going.” He pecked my lips and I looped my finger around the ring hanging from his choker, stopping him from pulling away. He hummed, moving his lips against mine. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Be safe, babe.”

“I will.” With one last smile, Ito left the apartment.

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I felt anxiety coursing through my veins like lava, not letting me stay still for more than a few seconds. Fujio was supposed to have been here five minutes ago but there was no sign of him and he wasn’t answering his phone. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem but with everything that’s been happening lately, it had me on edge.

Oya had been attacked.

No, attack wasn’t the right word.

Oya had been slaughtered, half of their students taken out like they were nothing. Even Tsuji and Shibaman, two of Oya’s top fighters, had been put out of commission. Worse yet, Tsukasa had been taken.

My heart clenched painfully at the thought and I started to pace faster, barely containing the urge to punch the wall beside me. I had promised to always look after him, to protect him with my life and yet… he had been taken right under my nose. I didn’t even know until I had gotten the call from Fujio.

It made me question everything.

Before meeting Ito, I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe that love was possible for someone like me. I was a firm believer that love made you weak, it softened your resolve… now, I’m starting to think I was right in believing that. If I wasn’t dating Ito, if I wasn’t so madly in love with him, would I have noticed Tsukasa’s absence? Would I have put more faith into his words when he told me he was worried? 

“Goddamn it!” I cried, slamming my fist against the brick. It cracked beneath my fist, blood trickling from my skin.

“Ren!”

My head snapped up at the sound of Fujio’s voice. There he was, standing tall as he approached with the rest of Oya behind him. They weren’t alone, though – Housen was with them.

Fujio gave me a determined look, holding his hand out to me. “Let’s go get Tsukasa back.”

“Yeah,” I slapped my hand against his. “I’ll kill all of them.”

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“Motherfucker!” I growled, slamming my fist into the face of Amagai’s thug. God, we knock down one and five more appear. How many losers does this bastard have in his pocket?

Todoroki put his hand on my shoulder, glaring at the group standing in front of us. “We have to get through them to get to the gym.”

I huffed in annoyance, wiping the blood from my cheek. “Yeah, leave it to -“

The sound of scraping metal made everyone pause. I turned around, muttering under my breath, “What now?”

Large metal shelves and scaffolding had been chained together and put up at the exits, preventing anyone from entering or leaving Senomon. What was once an impenetrable barrier now shook and trembled before slowly falling to the ground, half laying atop the hood of a broken down car.

I recognized Rao immediately from when we had approached him at Kasumi house, his towering figure inspiring fear in the thugs we were facing. I heard their scared whispers, voices trembling.

“That’s Suzuran!“

“Shit, we’re so dead!“

“Rao is unbeatable!“

Amagai took a few steps back, a nervous look on his face. 

“This isn’t your fight, Suzuran!” cried Saboten, his voice shaking despite how hard he tried to steady it.

My eyes scanned the five guys that had arrived with Rao, wondering if they had appeared as friend or foe. All thoughts left me, though, when my eyes locked with one of them. Despite the mask covering half of his face, I’d recognize those beautiful eyes anywhere. 

“Ito…” I muttered, my brow furrowed. What was he doing here? He’s part of Suzuran? Part of Rao’s faction?

He sent me a pleading look, slowly lifting his hand to tug down the mask. His beautiful face didn’t fill me with calm like it usually did, unable to Pentwater the strong feelings swirling within my gut. Confusion, frustration, worry. They were too strong.

“Fujio is my friend,” Rao said simply before rushing forward and beginning to clear the way.

Ito’s lips formed my name but no sound escaped him.

I turned away, fists clenched at my sides. I had to stay focused on Tsukasa, I had to save him. With a roar, I rushed forward after Rao, helping him clear the way. I dodged a pipe, kicking him hard in the gut before elbowing another in the face. Someone brought a metal chair down across my back and my vision blurred for a moment, the sound around me becoming muffled.

“Ren!” cried Ito, rushing toward me, a terrified look on his face.

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. Before he reached me, I cried out in anger, grabbing the chair from the guy before slamming it across his face. 

“Let’s go!” Fujio ran past with Todoroki close behind. 

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, throwing the chair onto the ground before rushing after them. I wanted so badly to look back at Ito, I could feel his eyes burning against my back, but I had to stay focused. 

Tsukasa was more important.

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“Fucking hell,” I muttered, wincing as I touched the back of my head. “Am I bleeding?”

Todoroki pushed his glasses up, glancing at the back of my head. “You’re fine.”

Fine was a gross understatement. The battle against Senomon was over and Oya had come out on top, but I had to wonder if it was truly a victory. All of us were beat to hell and poor Tsukasa could barely stand. Worst of all, he stopped me from beating Amagai within an inch of his life.

“I need a vacation,” I muttered, body tensing when I felt someone occupy the spot Todoroki had been only moments ago. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“Maybe we can go to the beach.”

Where the hell do we go from here? Both of us lied to each other, keeping secrets like our lives depended on it.

Ito had believed that I was a simple bodyguard working for one of the clubs downtown. He didn’t know that I was a debt collector and part-time Oya student.

Meanwhile, he had told me that he was a first year in college, working part-time at a cafe. 

Honestly, we should have been able to see through the lies, right? We spent so much time together. We know each other’s ticks and tricks. Apparently, neither of us can tell when someone is lying to their face.

“I’m sorry,” I told him softly, keeping my gaze forward. I was afraid I would break if I looked at him. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“You’re not the only one,” he replied softly, his shoulder brushing mine as we walked. “I lied, too, though I think mine’s worse…” He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “When we first met, I knew you would become the most important person in my life but I was afraid. If you knew I was just a second year, I was afraid you wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

I shrugged a shoulder only to wince as pain shot through my body. “Fucking hell, that’s gonna hurt in the morning.”

Ito’s face filled with worry, scanning me for any visible injuries. “We need to get you home and get your injuries taken care of.”

“I’m fine.”

“Now is not the time to be stubborn,” he scowled, eyes narrowed at me. His slim fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me through the crowd. “I’m taking you home.”

My eyes met Tsukasa’s and he smiled encouragingly, nodding his head to let me know he was okay. Total bullshit, I knew, because he was beat pretty bad, but I knew he was safe. It would be some time before they let him out of their sight and I really didn’t feel like apologizing in front of the whole of Oya.

When we got back to my apartment, he made me sit on the couch while he grabbed the med kit from beneath the sink. He sat on the coffee table in front of me, a frown tugging at his lips.

“What hurts the worst?”

“Uh… everything?” I muttered, holding my pounding head. 

“You might have a concussion,” he mused, resting his hand gently on my head but it still hurt, making me wince. “Sorry.”

I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder.

“Do you…” his voice was soft, vulnerable. He had always been the kind of guy that was calm and collected, just like Tsukasa, so hearing the tremble in his voice hurt. “Do you want to break up?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” I admitted.

Ito gently pushed me backward before straddling my lap, his forehead against mine and his hands on either side of my neck. I reached for his waist on instinct, tugging him closer.

“I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing against my own with each word.

“I love you, too.” I claimed his lips as I had done so many times before but this time felt different. It was more passionate, more overwhelming. I felt as if I was drunk off him, unable to think about anything else. He invaded my every thought, overwhelming my every sense. He was my everything. He always had been.

“Marry me,” he breathed out, dark eyes shimmering with love as they met mine.

I scoffed in disbelief. “We’re a bit young for that, don’t you think?”

“No, because I know you’re the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. I want to make sure everyone else knows it, too.”

My lips slid up on their own, my thumb rubbing gently across his hip. “And what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not,” he replied without hesitation. 

“But if you are?”

“Then you get to say, ‘I told you so.’“

I snickered at the look he sent me, nuzzling against his neck. “I can live with that.”

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[thefactsofthematter]

43 for sprace but race said that

43: “YOU DID WHAT?”

y’all ready for some fluff??? i’m absolutely loving this little au and i hope you do too!! no content warnings here, just pure sweetness and stupidity 🤩

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It's a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, it's gorgeous outside, and Racetrack Higgins is stuck in his bedroom, doing homework.

He's not sure how long he's been staring at the same page of his textbook, his eyes unfocused and not really reading anything anymore, when he hears the door of the apartment swing open. His roommates went out a couple of hours ago to go enjoy the beautiful day, like any other sane people who opted not to take an unbearably hard summer course would do— they must finally be back now.

"Hi Race!"

There's really no need for Spot to shout, as their place truly isn't that big, but the man seems to only have two volume settings— silent and stoic, or obnoxiously loud. It's kind of hilarious.

"Hi Spot!" Race calls right back, silently thanking all that's holy for the interruption and excuse to leave his desk for a bit. He stands up to head out to the living room, and his whole back cracks. He's clearly been sitting too long. "What's up, dude!?"

"You gotta come see this, bro!" Spot continues. "Me and Olivia got matching tattoos!"

Immediately, Race's brow furrows in some mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Wait, you did what?"

When he turns the corner, there stand his two roommates— or rather, one sits happily in a baby carrier, strapped to the chest of the other, because she's only ten months old and not very good at standing yet. They're a very cool pair, in their matching sunglasses and tank tops, and they're both grinning like absolute devils. It's adorable.

"Lookit," Spot beams, holding up Olivia’s chubby little arm to show the temporary tattoo of a sparkly purple unicorn that's been applied to her bicep. He's got the very same one shimmering on his cheek, as his face is one of the only parts of his body not covered in real tattoos. "We're twinning!"

Race can't help but laugh.

"You are. Where'd you get those?"

"There was this street fair thing going on a few blocks down, some booth was giving away all these little stickers and tattoos and stuff," Spot replies, toeing his shoes off and dropping his diaper bag by the door. He pulls something from his back pocket. "We got you one too— Livy didn't want you to feel left out." He passes the square of paper into Olivia’s tiny fist. "Here, give it to Racer, baby."

Race walks over to grab it from her, and she giggles and blows a raspberry at him.

"What did your daddy do to you, Liv?" he teases, crouching down to coo at her. "Pretty soon you're gonna be all inked up, just like him!"

She babbles and reaches out for him.

"Can you hang out with her for a minute?" Spot asks, carefully unclipping the carrier to take her out. "I need to give her a bottle and put her down for a nap, but I gotta piss first."

"Of course. I'm always down to hang out with this little princess." Race takes the baby, making all kinds of silly faces at her to distract her as Spot walks away. He bounces her gently in his arms and wanders over to the kitchen. "Where should I put my tattoo? What do you think, Olive?"

He opens the fridge to grab a pre-mixed bottle— Spot usually keeps a few on hand— and gives it a good shake. Olivia has gotten picky lately and only likes cold formula, rather than warmed or room-temperature, so he passes it straight to her and she's happy to go to town on it.

"Man, you were hungry," he chuckles. "Look at you go. You're drinking like your daddy doing a keg stand— did you know he was a party animal? Believe it or not, your dad used to be cool."

Spot is still cool, Race supposes, but it's fun to pick on him; he obviously doesn't go out as much as he used to, even though he's finally legal now, because he's a little busy looking after a tiny human most of the time. In fact, it's incredibly cool that Spot balances part-time school, part-time work, and full-time single fatherhood so gracefully at only twenty-one, because Race is rather sure he'd have some kind of stress-induced mental breakdown every other week if he were in Spot's shoes.

Actually, Spot is kind of the coolest person alive, if you really think about it.

And Race does think about it... a lot.

Not in a weird way, because he's been best friends with Spot for over three years, ever since they were randomly assigned roommates in their freshman dorm, and he's also seventy percent sure Spot is straight— but, like, he probably admires the guy a little more than would be considered normal for your best pal.

"Now, about this tattoo, huh?" He changes the topic from his own overthinking, keeping Olivia cradled in one arm as he rummages around for some paper towel with his free hand. "There's no chance I'm putting it on my face. What if I match with you and put it on my arm?"

Race doesn't have nearly as many tattoos as Spot, just a few doodles all around his arms and chest, and he's currently shirtless because it's hot as balls in his bedroom, so he could really stick the sparkly unicorn practically anywhere. He wets the paper towel in the sink and uses it to press the little square of paper to the bicep of the arm that he's holding Olivia with.

It's just as he's peeling the paper off to reveal his new ink that Spot emerges from his bathroom break.

"Aren't you two just the cutest?"

Race grins.

"I know, I'm pretty adorable. I guess she's okay too."

Spot rolls his eyes. He looks totally exhausted but incredibly content, which has basically been his default ever since Olivia came into the picture. He never complains about his situation, though it surely isn't easy— he just keeps trucking along and doing his best, rarely even asking for help.

"Dumbass," he laughs. "Thanks for feeding her, though. She was getting super fussy while we were out— I think the heat was a little much."

"I'll go put her down when she's done eating," Race offers. "You look beat. Just chill for a bit, I've got her."

Spot leans against the counter, rubs his hands over his face, and lets out a deep, tired sigh. He clearly needed this little break.

"Fuck. Thank you. You're amazing."

Race rocks Olivia gently— she's settled right down, looking very comfy and sleepy. He truly didn't think he was good with kids until this little angel came along; he's apparently got some kind of magic touch, because she's always perfectly calm for him.

"No problem, bro. I'm always happy to help."

Spot sets to work on making himself something to eat, so Race just paces around until it looks like Olivia’s about done with the bottle, her eyes starting to fall shut.

"Alrighty. Time for a nap, little dude." He sets the bottle in the sink and heads off to Spot's bedroom to lay her in her cot. He carefully wiggles her into her sleep sack, pops a pacifier in her mouth, switches on the white noise speaker, and draws the curtains. "Have a good sleep, Livy. I love you."

He gently shuts the door behind him— he knows she sleeps like a rock, but he still gets paranoid about being too loud— and when he steps back into the living room, Spot is unabashedly staring at him from where he’s settled himself on the couch.

"Dude," Spot says, after a second, "I think I might be in love with you."

Race stops short. His heart skips a beat.

"What?" He shakes his head. "I mean... awesome. Sick. That's great. But, like... what?"

Spot laughs a little to himself, with that stupid sparkly unicorn still shimmering on his cheek.

"I can’t believe I just realized it. You’re just, like, the best person ever— you’re hot, and you’re smart, and you take such good care of Liv, and I’m so into you… is that weird?”

Race blinks.

“No, not that weird.” He sits down next to Spot on the couch. “I don’t think so, at least. It’s chill.”

“I just told you I’m in love with you,” Spot laughs, “and all you can say is it’s chill? What does that even mean?”

Now, for someone who talks an awful lot, Race is terrible with words. He’s got absolutely no clue what to say, so he simply pulls Spot in for a kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, after a few seconds.

Spot rolls his eyes.

“You are so fucking stupid.”

But he kisses Race again, so he can’t possibly be that annoyed.

Race smiles into it— everything about Spot’s kiss is perfect, and he can’t help but think that this is exactly how their weird little family was meant to be.

[di-daynamic]

@fluffbruary Day 16

“Finally!” Zack called dramatically, collapsing on Ivy, who shook him off with a disgruntled warning not to bother the driver. “That one was hard!”

Carmen spun the box containing the La Peregrina Pearl in her hand. “Mmm, not particularly. For one of the most famous jewels in the world, security was sadly lacking.”

“Only for you, Red,” laughed Player onscreen. “I’d say a hundred guards plus the no-oxygen room, not to mention the thumbprint and iris scanner would be enough for anyone else. Be careful with that,” he added. “It bid for more than 11 million dollars, you know.”

Carmen clicked her tongue. “It’s a good thing Countess Cleo will not be getting her hands on it then.”

“She would certainly love this,” Shadowsan agreed. “We must be careful for a while. The only thing the Countess treasures more than her jewels and clothes is revenge.”

“They’ll never get us, Carm’s too good,” Ivy scoffed. “Bro, if you elbow me one more time, I’m tossing you off this ship.”

“Chill, Ives,” Zack drawled. “Player, any idea what our next mission is?”

Player had his thinking face on, clearly having switched the screen to go through the hard drive. “Honestly, it’s a wait-and-see game at this point. They’ve been trying to switch up their missions and agents recently.”

“Probably because they know boss will come and get them,” Zack said. “And her suuuuper awesome crew. Hi-yah!” He did a terrible imitation of a kung fu chop. “Sensei, when will my training continue?”

“When you’ve displayed any aptitude for the martial arts,” Shadowsan retorted dryly. “In the meantime – or for the rest of your life, seeing as that seems more likely – I would suggest remaining the get-away driver.”

“The get-away sailor this time,” Ivy commented. “And it’s me, and not him! Ha.”

“Want me to make you a little paper captain’s hat sis?” Zack chuckled.

“I’ll smash it over your head, bro.”

“It might be a good thing to have a break between this and the next caper,” Carmen was telling Player as Zack and Ivy continued their argument and Shadowsan continued to bemoan all the life choices that led him to witness it, “We could have some rest. And you could pay attention in school. And do your homework. And go to sleep on time, for once.”

“You sound like my mom,” Player complained, leaning back with his hands behind his head. The tension always in his voice when he guided them on missions – responsible for his team, his family – bled out as he enjoyed a conversation with his best friend. “Besides. I have absolutely no doubt that you’ll find a way to get into trouble even without any capers. I’ll need to stay up late anyway!”

“Don’t sound so happy about that,” Carmen chided. “Seriously, Player, you need to learn to take better care of yourself. Have you eaten today?”

Player waved a plate of noodles and fork mockingly at the camera.

“Something other than that breathtakingly unhealthy stuff?”

“The unhealthy stuff’s what’s tasty, boss,” Zack chimed in. “I don’t get how you don’t like junk food.”

“I grew up on VILE Island,” Carmen replied amusedly. “Not much time for junk there unless it’s valuable or evil.”

“Coach Brunt set a very specific diet for Carmen growing up,” Shadowsan nodded. “I remember Dr. Bellum contributed – most probably why you were allowed any sweets at all.”

“Weird to think of that huge Coach being a mom,” Ivy commented.

“Carm doesn’t need any moms,” Zack snickered. “She’s got Player.”

“Player’s clearly the mom friend,” Carmen agreed.

Player made an outraged noise. “I’m the mom friend? Red, remind me who was just nagging me about bedtime and food like I’m in preschool?”

“Red, did you just get knifed? Where did she get you? Are you sitting down? Did you take the knife out? How much is it bleeding? Do you know how to clean it? You know the rate of people dying of knife wounds in Canada is 0.49 in a hundred thousand people? And you’re like that with someone who’s been trained all her life to deal with things like knife wounds,” Carmen imitated Player’s concerned fussing teasingly.

“You got stabbed!” Player cried indignantly. “That’s different!”

“You’re like that every time someone’s hurt, Player,” Ivy said. “Also, I don’t get how the stats help.”

“Yeah, what’s with that? D’you reckon knowing how many people die of that particular thing will help us recover from it?" Zack asked, puzzled.

Player flushed. Carmen knew perfectly well he ranted without thinking when he panicked, and that solid hard statistics was his favourite thing to recite. “It’s better than your typical habits, Zack,” she saved him from answering.

“Anything’s better than lil’ bro eating his feelings,” Ivy mocked.

“Ow, that hurts, Ives,” Zack said, sniffing exaggeratedly. “More than VILE’s ego after boss kicked their ass for the thousandth time, I’m sure.”

“Nothing could sting more than that,” Shadowsan smirked, for once joining in on the joking.

“Not to mention the rubbing of salt in the wound when we make the return of the goods public and donate the money to charity,” Carmen added lazily, putting her legs up on the couch, keeping an eye on the surroundings. The boat was still rather in the open, and she didn’t need Devineaux and ACME interfering with a successful caper.

“Speaking of which, we need to decide on whom you’re going to be giving the Pearl to, Red,” Player said, stretching his hands forward and typing. “On this one you’ve liberated. . . . Drumroll, please. . .” Zack and Ivy obliged. “Eight-hundred thousand euros from VILE!”

“Woohoo!” Zack and Ivy cheered, and even Shadowsan cracked a smile. Zack began beatboxing, and Ivy began to sing. “The best thief - in the world? Yeah, it’s Carmen Sandiego. Where in the world is – Carmen Sandiego? Where - will she go next – no one ever—”

“So, any ideas?” Player asked over the music and Shadowsan’s annoyed grumblings.

“Jules, obviously, for the Pearl,” Carmen said, leaning closer to the monitor in order to see her friend better. “And just pick a few non-profits from the list, Player. Though preferably an orphanage, for this loot.” Her face darkened and she turned away.

“Hey. Not your fault, Red. You can’t save everyone,” Player consoled gently, referring to the orphan who had gotten killed by VILE simply for being a bystander.

“No, but it would be nice to save someone,” she replied with unusual bitterness.

“You do. You save loads of people,” Player said insistently. “Think of how many people this money will help. Think of how many trees whose oxygen you’ve saved by making sure Tigress won’t be speaking for a week at least!”

That got a smile. “Fair enough.”

Player watched her carefully, even as he quickly arranged for the wire transfers. She seemed okay, but he’d have to keep an eye out. “I’ll book a flight to wherever Juuuules is,” Player extended the name teasingly. “You do realize you’re the only who calls her that?”

“It suits her,” Carmen said nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, and you’ve got a crush,” Player said delightedly. “Black Sheep’s got a crush! Carmen’s got a crush!”

Carmen reached out and tapped the screen, mock threateningly. “Quit it, Player, or I’ll tell Zack all about your antics at the gaming tournament at age eight.”

Player mimed zipping his mouth. “Shut up. Got it.” He couldn’t resist another jab though. “You know you always drop whatever you’re doing to go see her, even on capers?”

“Are we talking about Julia Argent?” Zack said bluntly.

“And Carmen being very obviously smitten with her?” Shadowsan added. Carmen glared at him in betrayal.

“No, we’re discussing how the lot of you are interfering traitors, who are blighting my very good day,” she drawled. Her eyes caught on another boat. “And speaking of blights. . .”

Player caught on, tapping a key, eyes sharpening. “Well that’s a vile blight on the landscape.”

“It is quite a landscape isn’t it?” Shadowsan said, getting up and readying himself. “A perfect spot for taking down more agents.”

“Awesome!” Zack said, tumbling to his feet. “Time for our training to continue, Sensei!”

“Not the time, bro!”

Carmen slipped the Pearl into her pocket, zipping it tightly shut, before taking a flying leap from her boat to the other one, taking two out with a roundhouse kick.

“Grunts!” Ivy called. “Couldn’t send any of the better agents, could you? Haven’t seen the goat for a while.” She blindly swung a club and somehow managed to take one down. “Ha! There’s one!”

Shadowsan efficiently thinned the crowd. “And mine’s six.”

Carmen ducked the blow from the sword, before using a maneuver Coach Brunt had once taught her and managing to knock the owner out with it. “And there’s the last.”

Zack pouted. “I didn’t get a single one.”

“Aw, Zack,” Player said in the intercom. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t either.”

“Hear that, Zack? You’re being compared to a kid sitting a whole continent away.” Ivy laughed under her breath, swinging an arm around her brother’s shoulder as they climbed back on their own boat.

“I believe this calls for a toast.” Shadowsan proclaimed.

“So it does,” Carmen agreed. “Player. ACME?”

“On its way,” he said in satisfaction. “Good day’s work, team.”

“I think this calls for some alcohol,” Ivy said. “Tada! This one’s supposed to be the best around here. Get the glasses, I want to taste it.”

“Cool, sis,” Zack grinned, opening the cupboard to produce the glasses. “Good thing you’re not here Player.”

Player knew he shouldn’t take the bait. He knew.

“Why?” He said anyway.

“’Cause a little guy like you couldn’t drink, and then you’d be all left out!” Zack said melodramatically. “It’d be really sad.”

“Carmen!” Player said in agitation.

Carmen laughed, watching her family bicker.

“Far from VILE Island, is it not?” Shadowsan asked quietly, sipping from his own glass.

“Quite a bit,” she agreed, taking her own glass and holding it in a toast to her best friend who was still angrily ranting at Zack. “And I couldn’t be gladder for it.”

[kehannii]

So. A combination of reading final girl, this one TikTok comic, my love for marichat, and my apparent insomnia has lead to this:

Guardian au where that first day, Fu seeks a holder for the Black Cat Miraculous and, instead of a new holder for the Ladybug, a new guardian to train.

Chat Noir is the sole ‘savior of Paris’

He can’t purify akumas but instead absorbs them, which, according to Fu, will destroy the akuma’s corruption. No “bye bye little butterfly” more like “Die die bitchy moth”(the corruption isn’t fully distorted and has its effects bc the universe hates Adrien agreste)

Fu is strictly against awakening the Ladybug because he doesn’t want to risk loosing it bc he has trauma over loosing the butterfly and peacock already and he absolutely cannot loose Creation.

He’s fine with using the Black Cat because while the miraculous might be a tiny bit *cough cough* unstable, Creation can fix any of the damage done by Destruction and the two miraculous are a pair so if he looses the Cat, the Ladybug will lead him to it or something idk I haven’t thought that one through.

So anyways, after stoneheart and the akuma multiplying is over, Paris is in ruins. Not like big big ruins but like, casualty rates are really high, some people are still statues, and there’s a shit ton of property damage. It’s been days and the popo are still dragging bodies out of the rubble. Ppl are angry at chat noir bc of all the damage left behind and all that yada yada.

Adrien himself is all like oh shot naur I do not wanna do this anymore, oh and he’s like bruised all over from the many, many times he’s been slammed into hard things and fallen from his baton. He’s feeling guilty and in pain and is like, bro I only wanted to go do school not this shit.

He miles around and despairs for a while and after like a week of Paris dealing with the damage, Fu gains a brain cell and does some voodoo shit with the ladybug miraculous so that it doesn’t fully awaken, puts the earrings on and calls for the cure.

Everything goes back to normal; the dead are waking up in morgues, buildings are fixing themselves, injuries are going away, stone monsters are turning back into people, wveything is back to normal. Except, the cure, when it washes over Adrien does…nothing. It doesn’t heal him and cleanup his injuries, just makes him feel weird.

Adrien’s body is rejecting the Miraculous Cure, and that leads to issues but Adrien does not have his priorities straight so instead of going “oh no the magic bandaid isn’t helping me I’m going to get killed by one of these nasty bug thingies help guardian dude!” He’s just like “oh thank god Paris is a-okay I guess I don’t mind being a super hero if people stop dying” he has no self preservation because he’s a looser.

Anyways so that’s that. Chadrien absorbs akumas which makes him weird, fu presses the restart button on the Ladybug whenever Chadrien beats an akuma. Reset does not work for Adrien and leaves him in his bloody bruised state.

Adrien doesn’t really care that he’s not getting healed by the cure, he just patches himself up and for some reason people can’t really see the injuries even though he can feel them very very clearly so it doesn’t interfere with his modeling.

He doesn’t gaf until he starts like having emo symptoms from the corrupt butterflies that he’s eating (no I don’t know what the symltoms are yet probably like fucked up morality, violence, cat like tendencies, more carnivorous diet, sharp teeth… okay so I kind of know the symptoms) and plagg is like this shit is happening because the Ladybug isn’t awake and the two miraculous balance each other out and his magic is off kilter and he’s having side effects.

After a while of this and Adriens symptoms getting worse, and his body rejecting the cure even more, Adrien is fed up with Fu because “wdym you can’t wake up the Ladybug you’re literally using it every time to reset everything, the miraculous is already on the chess board, just use her!” And he’s pissed because Fu is chilling in some cozy apartment not lifting a finger or risking life and limb like he is to keep Paris safe and he gets to just woosh woosh make it all disappear from a safe distance when Adrien is in a state halfway to death since he got the his ring?

So he’s prissy about it and is always bugging Fu abt it but he’s an idiot as we’ve established and doesn’t mention the cure not working on him and instead of seeing it as a cry for help as in “oh no this is so much work I need a partner” and not what adorn actually means which is “oh for fucks sake I’m dying right now I need my partner” and Fu is like oh so you’re lonely right? (Which yes but that’s not the point???) and let’s him give out another miraculous so he has help fighting.

Adrien is so close to just cataclysming this old man it’s not even funny. He takes the miraculous and sure it helps and he’s not getting injured as much but he’s still eating akumas and that’s shitty especially when he’s puking black nasty shit now. Oh ya, as hawkmoth’s akumas get more dangerous, the akumas get more nasty and fuck with Adrien more than usual. And the more dangerous they are the more injured he gets.

One day after a particular rough akuma, Adrien is leaping through the city trying to get soemwhere quiet si he can maybe patch up the hole in his stomach(it’s not a big hole) and he’s excgahsred and he settles onto a particular balcony. He just lays there for a little, accidenoy knocks over a couple plants and just slouches against the wall and closes his eyes with a sigh and wishes he just stayed in that fucking house because he literally just wanted to go to school god damnit

Meanwhile… Marinette comes home from having this weird old guy fill her brain to the brim with new knowledge about magic jewels and powers and gods and guardians and the catman flying about and she wants nothing more than to climb into her bed and go to sleep. But then she hears somebody on her roof and is like wtf???

She grabs her weapon of choice (a paddle don’t ask) and climbs onto her balcony and then she sees the emo cat boy bleeding on her lawn chair.

She’s till tempted to whack him in the face but he’s bleeding and she’s training to be a Gaurdian apparently so it’s her job to like…patch him up right?

(Also the whole time she’s like, why is he still injured?? The cure should’ve healed him and is wondering if she should let Fu know abt this)

She gets him to stay and rushes back down to her room, grabs some fabric and like shoved onto his wound to stanch the bleeding all while muttering abt how expensive this fabric was dammit

And Adrien is just…starstruck… and confused. Like wtf is happening and how?? And as she’s like stopping the bleeding he’s just staring at her and like woah she’s really pretty(as she’s mourning her pretty fabric, scowls at him, and has his blood all over her hands and her shirt at this point) (Chadrien’s ring burns and his heart skips a beat but he’s a bit busy bleeding and ogling his classmate to notice)

At some point he’s like I have to…go? And she’s like bitch u have a whole in ur chest?? Where you gonna go with that?? And he’s like umm…magic?

She convinces him to stay for a sec, runs down, grabs pain killers, remembers that her parents keep a first aid kit down in the bakery, rushes down to grab the gauze, and by the time she makes it back up to the balcony she makes it back to the balcony her arms are filled with day old pastries, painkillers, a cat plushy and a pack of princess themed bandaids.

Chadrien refuses to question anything and takes all of it, says his good byes and thanks yous and leaps(limps) back home, barley managing to not fall on his face.

He feels light, lighter than he has since receiving his ring. He goes home and detransforms, plagg settles on his chest to work the corruption out of his wounds and Adrien contemplates the orange cat plushy on his pillow and thinks. He can’t help feeling like has changed, something big. He goes to sleep with smile tugging at his lips and sapphire eyes his mind.

Marinette stares after him long after he’s disappeared, deep in thought with a frown on her face. Eventually, she goes back down to her room and settles under the covers, a heavy feeling of foreboding twists itself into her chest.

The next morning, Master Fu is surprised to see her at his door before the rises, he wasn’t sure she’d ever comeback on her own accord. Nonetheless, he lets her in and makes them tea before answering all of her questions. If he notices that there are more inquiries than usual about the Miracle Cure, he does not show it.

So that’s that.

[hamable]

Thoughts while watching the new miraculous movie cuz I’m three minutes in and can already TELL I’m gonna be losing my mind:

Spoilers under cut obv

Daddy no :( you can’t take me to school tomorrow with fresh baked goods for my whole class :( that’s so embarrassing :( what would they THINK ?!?!

Marinette: I want a better life (beautiful, picturesque Paris, apartment above your parents bakery, heading to a fancy school) cause I’m so clumsy???

Me: GIRLY ILL SWAP WITH YOU???

God I saw stuff about the singing voice and it’s so tonally and stylistically different from Christina Vee’s VAing that I can’t take it seriously. The singer isn’t necessarily bad, but it’s so clearly a different person.

Aside from the im loving the animation so far. It’s so cool seeing these character I’ve known since like 2017 in a new, more polished style.

Goddamnit we’re still making popular girl no carbs jokes???

DAMN ALYA THATS COLD (oh sorry, do I need to take a number behind the line of friends coming to your rescue?) LIKE YOUVE HAD ONE LINE SO FAR.

Chloe going about this bully/rival thing reeaallll fruity

Emo Adrien just trying to listen to MCR and tune out the normies that just don’t get it 😡😭

NINO BEST BRO

EW WHAT HAIR IS THAT GABRIEL

Nooroo called them the ladybug and chat noir miraculouses, but shouldn’t it be the ladybug and black cat miraculous? I thought they chose their names for themselves, ladybug sticking with ladybug, chat noir coming up with his own?

TIKKI IS SO CUTE OMG

This chat noir so silly and goofy

NOT CARELESS WHISPER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. YALL COULDA DONE A BEAUTIFUL ORCHESTRAL SWELL AND YOU PICK C A R E L E S S W H I S P E R?!?!?!?!

Btw why did Marinette prove her worth while adrien was just like. Doing hw. It’s easy to prove you can use the ladybug for good. Show me why he was chosen to use destruction for good. That’d be so interesting.

PUSS IN BOOTS

Plagg take an antacid plz

SHE THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW

Pop off hawk moth villain song honestly, best one so far

OK HAWKMOTH SING

Nino Dr. Love omg my favorite guy

Golden rule: always stay cool… (voice immediately shoots up an octave when Alya speaks to him)

That’s NOT HOW ROLLERCOASTERS WORK

That’s gotta be at least a few casualties

ASHDJFJF Catches Chloe from a deadly fall only to redirect and chuck her HARDER into a dumpster

Chloe you gotta stop giving off repressed fruity vibes

This movie has not established enough of a connection between marinette and adrien to justify ladybug rejecting chat noir (on the basis of loving someone else, I mean, not that she can’t reject him at all)

Plagg? Not the time.

WTF HAPPENED TO YOU GABRIEL?!?! DID YOU GO ON A BENDER?!?!

The movie has not established enough, if any, disconnect between adrien and gabriel. I love seeing adrien stand up for himself, but it feels kinda weird

LMAO HES LIKE BOUNCING IN PLACE WITH ANGER DONT MAKE ME LAUGH

Adrien with headphones is so fucking funny to me. Head down shoulders hunched, listen to welcome to Nightvale cause no one else gets it

Chloe. Every. God. Every word out of your mouth is so fruity. “There is someone else. And she’s right in front of you.” Someone else for who, Chloe?? For marinette?? I better you’re hoping she thinks you mean u and her huh?

Crush likes someone else. Life not worthy living. Dreams not worth pursuing.

All these songs run together. Except hawkmoths. His kicked ass.

Jesus Christ it’s Armageddon

STOP WITH THE FUCKING CARELESS WHISPER

HAS HE BEEN LISTENING TO CARELESS WHISPER THE WHOLE TIME?!?! THIS FUCKING LOSER OH MY GOD

Ladybug out here in YOUR FATHERS APOCALYPSE and you’re MOPING IN YOUR FANCY HOUSE

It’s the end of the world are you really gonna be salty rn?!?!

Ew why it’s the cataclysm like. An oil slick?!

Oh shit he dead

Oh he super dead

From the top of the Eiffel Tower? Into water?? You’re dead.

WHERE IS THE LAVA COMING FROM?!

SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE THE FORCE HAWKMOTH?!

Damn show hawkmoth could never.

Jesus fucking razor winged butterflies

Movie says fuck sentimonster adrien here’s Emilie pregnant

Anyways uh you killed and displaced likely hundreds of citizens so get ready for a lifetime in prison, hawky

OH I FORGOT ABOUT MIRACULOUS LADYBUG LMAO WERE GOOD ACTUALLY

Ok you placed the rubble back together but a bunch of people are still probably dead right

Ya Chloe make a quick exit bc of that gay crisis you’re having. Next year? Back to bullying. What was this year Chloe? Hm?

Overall: cool animation and effects, nostalgic for early lady noir dynamic, writer brain is itching for what could’ve been, but otherwise it is what it is, prob won’t watch it again.

EDIT: SHE DISNT DO MIRACULOUS LADYBUG UNTIL THE END RIGHT???? LIKE AFTER A FEW MONTHS OF HEROING??? SO ALL THE SHIT AT THE FAIR. JUST HAPPENED. YOU CANT TELL ME THERE ARENT LIKE. DEAD BODIES. I DONT THINK SHE KNEW SHE COULD FIX IT RIGHT??? PEOPLE DIED. YOU DESTROYED A CHUNK OF A CITY GABRIEL.