#he’s simultaneously cute and fu— hot**

[frnkiebby]

look at that stupid adorable face~🎃

[starlight-phantom]

Ai the somnium files for the fandoms ask? You can include nirvana initiative if you want :3

I think I did one of these for AI about a month ago??? But my memory's terrible so I might as well just do it again 👍

3 male characters I love:

Kaname Date, I'm usually not a fan of the pervy character in things, but Date works so well because 1) He thinks all these things and makes comments but he never actually does stuff to people to make them uncomfortable, and 2) It's not his defining characteristic, he's so much more than horny. Like he's a great detective, he cares about his peers and wants to keep them safe, he's a great father figure even if he doesn't really know what he's doing, he's just such a great character. Also Greg Chun's performance is 👌👌👌

Kuruto Ryuki, *slaps roof* this boy can fit so many mental illnesses. I love this boy but goddamn he is a filthy liar whenever he says "I'm fine". But his story was so engaging and you really feel for him when it clicks into place. Like I've been giving the game a second playthrough with the knowledge of the twist and wow so many scenes hit different. Also, this is the first time I've heard Stephen Fu in a big role (The only other time I've heard him is Douma from KNY and he's only appeared a couple of times so far) and wow, I really wanna hear more of his work because his performance was incredible.

Pewter, I dunno he dresses like a fruity Pokémon villain and he's got an awkward yet charming personality. Not to mention, his story in the right path of the first game made me feel so bad for him... Like damn, just let this man be happy please, he deserves it. Also, I know I'm a broken record, but Sean Chiplock's performance, his delivery on the weirder lines are so funny (Yes I am thinking about the chairs line, how did you know?)

3 female characters I love:

Aiba, I fucking adore Aiba. She's the best. I love how she's the straight man to Date's shenanigans IRL but when they're in somniums, Date is the straight man to her shenanigans, I love her excitement whenever she sees bugs, I love how she knows Date so well she can manipulate him into being a better fighter, I love her lil jelly hamster form, I love Erika Harlacher's performance, I just really, really love Aiba.

Mizuki Date, I don't even know where to start with Mizuki... She's honestly one of the best written child characters I've seen in a game. And this poor girl has been through so much in both games but her route in the first game had me sobbing buckets. Not to mention, Corrina Boegetter's performance, they really knocked it out of the park for every single facet of Mizuki's personality. Also they genuinly managed to sound like a twelve year old, that's impressive all by itself.

Shizue Kuranushi, Listen... I am not immune to hot women voiced by Allegra Clark, okay? I'm only human. But seriously... Her design, her personality, her dedication to her co-workers, her office and the funny interactions that come from all the stuff she just doesn't throw away, and the fact that's somehow simultaneously a girlboss and a cringefail milf???? Impressive. She has the range, darling.

Also, quick shout-out to Tama, I adore her and her crazy laugh so much

3 romantic ships I love:

Kaname Date/Hitomi Sagan, god those two are so cute, really bummed they barely interacted in the sequel...

Kaname Date/Kuruto Ryuki, Date has two hands. But seriously, the admiration Ryuki has for Date and the way they watch out for each other is really sweet

Iris Sagan/Amame Doi, cute bubblegum colours but also they have each others backs and they always have fun hanging out with each other

There was another ship I wanted to add but it's spoilery and a mutual was considering potentially checking out the series so I thought it would be best to leave it out. But if you've played the first game, you can probably guess who it is.

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Kaname Date/Mizuki Date, I mean... Chances are if you've been following me for a while you know that I am just a huge sucker for family dynamics. And the dynamic of adopted father/daughter viewing each other as their real family but being too embarrassed to admit is something I adore.

Kuruto Ryuki/Tama, I love these two so much. I love how IRL Ryuki is just so done with all of Tama's dirty jokes and then in somniums Tama is so done with all of Ryuki's weird suggestions and skits. But also it's their concern for each other, you can tell they're partners. I feel like the best example of this is when Tama insists that Ryuki goes to the hospital no matter how much he protests, like... She just wants him to be safe and healthy...

Ota Matsushita/Mayumi Matsushita, god the Ota route destroyed me when I played through it but seeing them as a family getting through their issues was so sweet. I won't go into detail because it's personal but a few months ago I went offline for a while because of a family emergency and it's because of similar situation to Mayumi. So yeah, playing that hit hard.

3 favorite moments in canon:

The ending scenes of both games. If you know, you know.

Again, I wanna avoid spoilers but the Annihilation Route interrogation. Holy shit that scene was incredible.

The final scene in the final Somnium of Nirvana Initiative. Just... Goddamn that hit hard and the delivery of the "I have no regrets!" Crushed me.

3 favorite headcanons:

I honestly can't think of any headcannons off the top of my head... And I've been typing this response for way longer I intended... Sorry...

3 least favorite things about it:

Some of the somniums can have some obscure logic but like... Not in the way that you proud when you figure it out, but more angry in a "how the hell was I supposed to figure that out?" Kinda way.

I really hate how Ryuki and Tama just got kinda shoved to the side halfway through Nirvana Initiative. Like they stole the show for a lot of their scenes and then once the Mizuki Route started they barely appeared and when they did, they weren't really shown in the best light, especially Ryuki. Granted there's a plot reason for this but still... It's disappointing. If there's an AI3, I hope they get more screentime.

I feel like Tearer really didn't get enough screentime in Nirvana Initiative, especially when unmasked. Like c'mon this is the main antagonist, give us more of him! Especially considering his entire backstory, that's a lot of really interesting stuff to build off of! Also just... I wanted to hear more of Billy Kametz' villainous performance. It was rare to hear him in those roles but he was so damn good in them.

[yarrowleef]

Daffodil, Laurel, Lily, Sunflower, Violet, and Wisteria? Also Begonia but I'd like to know your favorites of the old covers and the newer/reprint covers. And the Russian Warrior Cat covers too! Some of their art is quite pretty.

laurel, violet and sunflower answered previously

Daffodil: When did you first start reading the series?

Start of third grade when I was 8 years old, which I believe was 2007!!  .......so like literally most of my life I have given to these cursed cat books. I remember The Sight was the most recent release. It was the first real book series I ever read, and I think I went through the first 2 series within a couple months.

Prior to that I just read stand-alone books and I only read because I wanted to win “accelerated reader” points....i couldn’t do sports, so reading was the only thing I could win at AND I DID WIN. but warriors was the first thing I read that I was actually like...into. and realized I could read for reasons OTHER then winning the most points.

Lily: If your five favorite characters were foods, what would they be?

asdfghgfdxs I honestly have no idea how to answer this question, in part because I don’t think I even have 5 favorite characters. I suppose Firestar is doritos out of obligation. What else can he be?? I mean ok flaming hot cheetos maybe seems more fitting on the surface because ~flame-y~ but lets be honest, Firestar is a bit too bland a character to be spicy. He is one of my favorites for nostalgia sake, I mean it’s Firestar, how can I not be fond of him?

I also have a soft spot for Scourge just because of the sheer ridiculous audacity of him. I wish he’d come back as an evil ghost. Anyway, when I was about 9 and going through my brief (incredibly unfortunate) twilight phase (I was just jumping on the popularity bandwagon tbh) I went to Hot Topic right before one of the movie premieres and they had this...edible bag of blood? it wasn’t actual blood obviously, but I remember it was advertised as being really high in iron to mimic blood, but it was really this sickly sweet mystery juice packaged inside of a fake hospital blood bag. I of course bought it because I went through my edgy phase early, and for some reason thought it would look cool to pretend I was drinking blood. It was the most disgusting liquid i have ever consumed but hey it did also have the unpleasant metallic tang of blood because I guess they were going for authenticity over edibility, so it’s not like I didn’t get what I paid for (or rather what my mom paid for, because i was 9)

Anyway, Scourge is that. He’s awful fake blood juice from the Hot Topic in the mall.

 That's all I got.

Wisteria: Are you looking forward to the Warriors movie?

YES ABSOLUTLEY!!

don't get me wrong, I fully expect it to be terrible. Embarrassing even. I expect they will try to change it for a wider audience appeal, and of course it will end up bad, BUT IT WILL BE SO FUNNY!! I have this inescapable morbid curiosity about it, like I really want to see what they try to do. Like watching a train crash. I can't help it.

Warriors is a silly series. I have a feeling this is why a movie hasn't been made yet, even I would have no idea who to market it for. Yes it's violent and touches on very dark topics, but the fact that its about cute little cats with very dumb names coupled with those dark topics in a way makes it look even MORE silly. I don’t think Warriors will ever have wide appeal outside of its fanbase, the concept looks too ridiculous if you’re not someone already into animal xenofiction like this, but a movie is inevitably going to try to have wider appeal anyway because that's what movie studios feel they need to do. They will either water it down, or worse, try to go a more family friendly comedy route since that’s how general audiences are used to seeing animated talking animals and they think that's the only “”safe”” way to market an animal movie, which will 100% ruin it either way. The second one is more likely, I mean why else do you think they hired the guys who wrote kung fu panda, and the recent alvin and the chipmunks and Spongebob movies to make the script?? [no shade to kung-fu panda, it’s good in it’s own way, but it is not the same vibe as warrior cats at all]. For me, this is simultaneously the absolute best and the absolute worse scenario, because like, it’s horrible, its an insult to everything I love about the warriors world, i have surreal nightmares about it, but it’s so horrible it f*cking hilarious ya know? how can you not be a little curious to watch that train crash (and the outraged reaction posts that will inevitably follow)????

A warriors movie will be bad, I can't see any way that it won't be bad, and honestly? I think that's ok. I don't need a good movie, I simply need a good laugh, and then I'll go back to watching fan animations which will always be more interesting anyway because they don't feel the need to have ~mass appeal~

Listen, we don't actually need a good official adaptation. In some ways, a good adaptation might be bad for the fandom. The fandom is cool because of how wildly different and creative it is, the series is so bare bones with no consistent official art that people can go nuts with it. I worry on the off chance we get a really good adaptation, it might take over the books. People might be less likely to draw/create with their own wild bonkers interpretations of canon in favor of sticking closer to what the official adaptation presented us with, and idk if I want that. I also def don't want to deal with searching "warrior cats" for the rest of my life to only bring up gifs/discussions of the movie/tv show, rendering material and fan creations for the books almost impossible to find. This is something i've suffered with when other books i like get popular adaptations, where as series with bad adaptations (like percy jackson) I have less trouble finding content about the books. 

Begonia: Which book cover is your favorite?

So of the old covers I admit i have a soft spot for the darkest hour, it was my favorite as a kid and I know I tried to redraw it several times. Warrior covers have a tendency to blend together, there’s only so many ways to draw mysterious cats fighting, but I think this cover is one of the most memorable for me, if only for the center art (shout out to the old Fire and Ice cover though, I also really like the center art on that. I wish the box had kept being used for more than just a single cat face in the later series)

but now that i’ve gone and looked, I really really like the full cover art for Tallstar’s Revenge, the colors just look super nice and match his eyes and everything. Tallstar having a fun and more unique looking design gives it extra points. Maybe I just like warm tones idk. And shout out to Wayne for also imagining the moor as a golden-brown field even though it’s probably supposed to be green.

out of the new covers, I like the vibe of Dark River, it just looks spooky and mysterious......and I think this artists cats look better from the side, they are always a little crooked from the front (honorable mention to Place of No Stars cover, I really like the colors and the ominous vibe, it definitely had an impact when I first saw that cover, I just don’t love the look of the cats faces blown up close from the front. The more I look at it the more off it becomes, but the colors are cool)

and I definitely agree the Russian warrior cats art has a very charming look to it, I like seeing it whenever it comes across my dash, but unfortunately I’m having trouble finding a catalogue of it to look at so I can’t pick a favorite

[lihikainanea]

I'm with you, Bill has an amazing body that could be a swimmer. He doesn't need to be very muscular like his older bros. I love the long torso of this fibrous bitch

Anonymous said:

you have given me the lovely mental image of bill being a swimmer. perhaps him swimming while tiger watches? and she’s fuckin drooling over him glistening and soaked when he gets out? and he was hitting it pretty hard bc it’s part of his exercise routine so he’s all breathless and pumped up and she’s just o_o over her biiiiig dude

SWIMMER. BILL.

Fuck me.

FUCK. ME.

I need a minute to process that.

Listen, I’ve always had like...a really weird kink...for dudes who can swim. I think it’s probably rooted in my summers I spent as a lifeguard, and one particular summer in Wildwood with the hottest dude I’ve ever seen in my life. He was a fellow lifeguard, a little older than me, and he was everything great in this world. He was fucking hot and he had no idea how hot he was, and it was a summer of the raunchiest sex I think I’ve ever had.

It was fucking incredible. God, I still smile about it. The dude was a water polo player too, and I can’t even explain to you how strong he was. I am strong, I am very strong, but in the same way that a ballerina is stronger than a football player--this dude was insane. His functional strength was insane. I am a really fast swimmer, a really strong swimmer, but when we did laps together--this guy was honestly a fucking torpedo. He’d clear 5 lengths in the time it took me to do 2. This motherfucker would do the butterfly stroke in the ocean and he’d fucking catapult OVER the waves, he was so strong.

But like...watching these dudes work was a fucking privilege. I WAS a lifeguard and sometimes I would just stand there at my post and drool. All of them just seemed so tall, so long, shoulders like a fucking fridge though. Watching them power through the water was such a sight--they were like dolphins man, so strong and so powerful, and they were fearless. They’d go and get your stupid ass against a rip tide and haul you back to shore like it as nothing. The way they would leap out of their lifeguard chairs and go tearing down the beach, running like fucking gazelles before diving into the wave like a torpedo, zero-ing in on you.

Again, I WAS a lifeguard and I would look at these dudes and just be like...hjnnnnnnnguh you’re so hot.

And the thing is, Bill actually has the most perfect swimmer’s body. The wingspan of a fucking pterodactyl. Huge hands. An incredibly long, hydrodynamic torso with narrow hips. The longest fucking legs known to mankind, topped off with feet like fucking flippers. Bill is made to tear through the water at incredible speeds, and it’s a fucking shame and a crime against nature if he doesn’t swim somewhat competitively.

So like, I love this thought right. What if its exactly that? Maybe Bill was a swimmer in his teenage years, of the competitive nature with school or something. And he never really mentioned it to tiger--but they start working out together, because maybe Bill has to buff up a bit for a roll and tiger needed a little extra motivation to hit the gym anyway. Bill sweating, grunting, being all strong and shit is all the motivation she needs. But tiger is a competitive little shit, and no doubt a strong one, so she just keeps trying to slaughter Bill in the gym.

But then maybe Bill remembers how much he used to love to swim--maybe he’s at a hotel one weekend for a press junket and the hotel has a pitiful gym, but a real nice lap pool. So he dives in there, gets a few lengths in, and he thinks shit...this is nice.

So when he gets back home, he tells tiger to pack a different kind of gym bag. He takes her to the local lap pool, and tiger scoffs. 

“Really?” she asks, “I thought we were going to work out.”

“We are,” he smiles, “And maybe even a little friendly competition?”

“Bill, please,” she says, setting her bag down, “I was a lifeguard. Do you really want to lose this easily?”

“How about a wager, then?”

“Name it.”

“10 lengths,” he says, “Fastest one gets morning head for a week.”

“Shhhh,” she says, the cocky little shit, “Better rest those lips, baby. It’s going to be a long week for them.”

Bill doesn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth tilts up in the faintest of smiles.

Tiger quirks a brow when Bill actually steps up onto the small podium to dive off of, because hell she was just going to cannonball in. But if he wants to be all serious about it, she’s game.

“Tell you what kid,” he says, “I’ll even give you a head start. 5 seconds. Steamboat seconds.”

But tiger doesn’t want any advantage, because when she kicks his ass--she doesn’t want him blaming something other than her sheer athletic superiority.

“Shove it, Big Bird.”

“Come on, ladies first. It’s only fair,” he waves his hand to the pool, but tiger just glares at him from her podium.

“You need it more than I do,” she snaps, “I heard that Swedes sink like icebergs.”

“Icebergs float, you idiot.”

“Hey uh,” a random stranger interrupts, because these two idiots are just standing on two podiums smack talking each other, “Do you guys want me to give you a countdown, so you can both go at the same time?”

“Yes please,” they answer simultaneously.

Bill swings his arms back and forth, and then he even crouches on the podium. Tiger just thinks it’s so cute. Using all the right ~techniques~ thinking it’ll actually help him.

“3....2.........” the dude says, “..1, go!”

And like, look. Bill could have cleared half the fucking length of the pool in just his dive, but like a good former competitor he sticks to the proper admissible length of the dive and then starts his dolphin kick.

And Bill just destroys her in the pool. Fucking destroys her. He tears through the water, his arms driving straight forth and cutting through as his legs kick. It’s a force to be seen, the speed that he glides with. He fucking destroys her. Tiger is barely done half the laps by the time Bill rolls into his final one, touching the far wall and then bobbing a little in the water to catch his breath. He gets out of the pool--just so that tiger can’t actually see where he’s at, and she really thinks she’s beating him--and then he waits.

And as she kicks forward in the final push and reaches the wall, Bill crouches down right above her, a cocky smile on his face. Tiger’s look of sheer shock when she comes up--shock that not only did he win, but he apparently won by such a large margin that he had time to exit the pool, catch his breath again, and then be hovering over her when she popped up--her look of shock is worth it all.

Bill cocks his head, water dripping from his hair down onto his broad chest, and smiles big at her. Tiger glares.

“How the fu--” she starts, but a condescending finger is smushed against her lips roughly.

“Shhhh,” he says with mock sweetness, “Better rest those lips, baby. It’s going to be a long week for them.”

[artxyra]

Ashes

Note: So yeah the ending suck, I couldn’t find the right way to end it, but for the most part this seems decent. I might rewrite some of this in the future and finally, update some of my other works. Also a creative slumber sucks when all you wanna do is write but nothing seems to work. 

Insp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us0y6scOtyw

Everything was loud. Every voice rumbles at each word they spoke. She could feel the hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her vision blurs into nothing. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud, beating frantically. Her breathing became non-existent. 

“How could you, Marinette.” 

She didn’t do it. 

“Marinette, I’m so disappointed in you. You’re supposed to set an example.” 

For what, how can someone be an example when no one follows them. This isn’t her job as the class president but your job as the teacher. 

“You’re our everyday Ladybug.��� 

She doesn’t want to be. It’s bad enough she’s Ladybug in real life, away from all this. 

The yells continue to get louder, her body begins to rapidly shake. No one is there to comfort her. 

“You’re nothing but a bully!” They shriek, “How can you…” 

Their voices merge into the same sound. Blame, disappointment, anger. Gripping her hair, her pigtails become loose, allowing her hair to cascade down her shoulders. 

She could see nothing, only white. The noises become muffled. She involuntary pushes away any movements towards her. 

“Cā liàng, I’m Hawkmoth. These people are beneath you.” 

His voice, smoothing, pulling her towards her darkest desires.

“I’m giving you the power to burn those that have wrong you. All I ask is that of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.” 

“As you wish, Hawkmoth.” The whisper off of her lip cause mass panic. She could feel the change of her outfit. From her regular outfit to a black bodysuit with pink and purple flames outlining the pantlegs. Her hair becomes actual flames, flickering with every movement she makes. 

I could hear the signs calling out from the bottom of the fire. 

Opening her eyes for the first time since her meltdown, she welcomes the view of her classmates cowering in the corner. She blows a raspberry and walks over to them. 

“Marinette!” 

“I’m not Marinette, I’m Cā liàng, and you will all bow before me.” 

Lila is the first to be surrounded by fire. The flames didn’t burn the poor Italian migrant, but they did scare her into fainting. Alya and Mme. Bustier cries to comfort her, to make sure she’s okay. 

“You always listen to her. You listen to her and threw me out like yesterday’s trash.” Cā liàng screams, tears streaming down her face. The flames surrounding the room grows in size. 

Soon the fire alarm goes off allowing the students to run for freedom. 

The flames died down, but only to grow with Cā liàng loud screech. 

She stands alone in the classroom, she could hear the outcries of other students ranging from confusion to terror. With a flick of her wrist, the windows shatter sending a heatwave. 

I am like a torch flickering in the wind as the saying goes

Cā liàng flies out of the classroom only to oversee the crowd of students gather in front of the building. Akuma alerts screech to life. 

“Now, now, people, all I want this the miraculous and the students of Caline Bustier. You have wrong me for way too long. I want my freedom.” Cā liàng states to the gather of citizens. 

“Marinette!” 

Cā liàng turns around to see Chat Noir, standing battle-ready. His baton facing her as he readies to attack her. Cā liàng dodge, calling for her flames to do her bidding. 

“That’s cute, kitty. But you’re going to need more than a baton to defeat me.” Cā liàng turns to send a kick to Chat Noir’s stomach. He lands into her building. 

“Someone save my baby!” 

You didn’t take her side when she needed you the most. 

“Sugarplum, please don’t let Hawkmoth win.” 

She not stupid. Hawkmoth is the least of her problems, he’s just an out. 

Cā liàng sends her flames towards the streets. Not burning her subjects but to freeze them in place. 

Far away, Tikki is flying in search of a temporary Ladybug. 

“Master Fu, we have a major problem. It’s Marinette.” Tikki on the verge of a breakdown falls to the ground. Wayzz flies to comfort his comrade. 

Fu thinks about this, he only knows as much as Marinette when it comes to her allies. Who could take on the mantle of being Ladybug? 

“Wayzz, Tikki, the Tsurugi girl.” 

Tikki turns to Wayzz and nods. 

“I can find her.” 

“Good now hurry before Marinette does something she’ll regret.” 

Tikki, finding a new source of strength, nods, and flies through the walls of the small building. 

“Master, do you think she’ll be ready.” 

“We have prep for this, Wayzz, it was only a matter of time.” 

The two fall into silence. 

Lost all my precious

Cā liàng, still engaging in a heated battle with Chat Noir, toys with him. Stopping his own mid-kick, she pulls him closer and whispers: 

“She’ll never love you.” 

Her flames surround him tighten with her fist. Soon, Chat Noir was knocked out causing an outroar among the crowd. 

“Marinette, how could you?” Simultaneously, her class cries out seeing her. 

How could you? Is that all they say when she does something. It’s like a broken record being on repeat.

“Cā liàng, get me the miraculous.” His voice echoes with anger. She grips her head only for the flames to cover buildings. 

 Rage ate me up

Tears swell in her eyes. 

“Marinette,” She turns to see Chat Noir, coughing up blood. He holds onto his side using his baton as leverage. “Marinette this isn’t like you…” He holds out his arm for her to take. 

Memories of the past months’ skyrockets towards her. 

Almost getting expelled. 

Being left out of gatherings. 

Constantly being asked to do things she never wanted to do. 

Her good nature being taken advantage of. 

The flames grow more in size as she lets out a cry like no other. 

“NO!” She screams as a familiar yo-yo string wraps around her. 

“Cā liàng, your evil doings is no more.” Everyone turns to the figure that looks very similar to Ladybug. 

Cā liàng shakes off the string and sends columns of fire towards the Ladybug themed hero. 

“I won’t go back to being naive, kind-hearted Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I want them to burn.” 

“You don’t want that. Remember those that haven’t wronged you. Those that care for you.” The Ladybug replacement says coming closer to the akumatized victim. 

“You don’t understand!” Cā liàng cries out surrounding herself with her own flames. 

When the flames disperse, Cā liàng was no longer there. 

The temporary Ladybug gasps, searching for her opponent only to turns to help Chat Noir.

“Do you need to de-transform?” She asks after thoroughly examining the wounded hero. He shakes his head. 

“We need to save her.” He winces as he moves. 

She pushes back, “We can’t if your wounded,  Marinette is the most strong-willed person I know and I doubt that this will be the end.” 

Endless forlornness has made me numb

Standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, Cā liàng skips around. Pain crosses her face as she grips her head. His voice rings in the back of her head. Wrapping her arms around her torso, her nails dig into her arms. 

Tears threaten to leave her eyes.

Has the not feeling pain really become something of second nature to her? All the time she withholds herself from feeling negative emotions. 

“Cā liàng.” He wants her to do something she’s not capable of. Not because of her good nature but because she knows the truth. Her body captivated by the boost of power he had endorsed her with wants nothing more than to obey. 

“No!”

I'd rather rise from here 

Her flames surround her once more creating a sphere of pink and purple. 

A massive heatwave hits Paris, France. 

People sweating off their clothes runs to hide in either shame or embarrassment. 

From the Eiffel Tower, the sphere only grows in size. In the center is Cā liàng letting of her anguish cries. 

The temp. Ladybug swings with her yo-yo to the scene, keeping her emotions in check hidden from the world. She tries to break through into the spear. No luck. 

“Miraculous Ladybug!” The temp ladybug calls out. Only for a guitar pick to fall down to her hands. 

“Luka?” She questions looking between the growing sphere and the pick. “Of course.” 

Swinging the yo-yo back down, the temp. Ladybug runs off in the direction of a familiar houseboat. 

Or should I hold on to my past?

Luka, with a somber look, stares out of his window. Something wasn’t right, he knew that everyone in Paris knew that, but the odd feeling isn’t leaving him. 

“Luka!” A familiar voice screams out.

“Ladybug?”

“Yes, no, yes, look Marinette needs you. I believe you’re the only one that can get through to her.” She states staring the blue-haired dyed older teen in the eyes. 

Luka didn’t need any more convincing. With a nod of his head, the two rushes off the boat. 

In the sphere, Cā liàng is reliving her worst fear. The fire exits through her body, creating a ring as images of her past appear within the rings. Tears stream down her cheeks as she watches. 

From Adrien telling her to ignore Lila and don’t expose her to her parents giving her disappointed stares. Everything feels real. 

“Marinette!” Familiar voices call out to her. 

Unbeknownst to  Cā liàng, columns of fire spread across the streets of Paris. 

They've burnt to ashes

Faded to grey

The images turn into ashes. 

Cā liàng opens her eyes and takes a deep breath. Turning around, she is faced to faced with Ladybug and Luka, Chat Noir nowhere in sight. She smirks at the two and lowers herself away from the duo. 

“You’re too late,” Her voice echoes deeper than what they had expected. She turns to face the downfall of Paris and sees that ashes of buildings, bodies frozen in soot, the glowing of the sunset soon illuminated over the city of love. 

Temp. Ladybug swings her yo-yo...

Cā liàng doesn’t dodge it, allowing the yoyo to wrap around her. The sphere behind her moves hovering over the Eiffel Tower. 

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug calls out. 

“Cataclysm!” 

The world goes dark. 

Returned to the earth

Cā liàng feet touch the ground, as the explosion turns to flickering sparkles of dust. She looks up to the sky, Ladybug and Luka are staring down at the copy of Cā liàng. Her mission is clear, as she walks the familiar path towards the school grounds. 

There in the middle of it is a frozen version of Lila Rossi. The liar lies on the ground with a sooted covered Alya and Caline Bustier beside her. Cā liàng walks closer and gently caress the teen’s face. Her eyes dead of emotion, but face strained with tears, she holds up her hand. A swirl of fire surrounds the liar, only to clear revealing the liar un-sooted. 

“I forgive you.” Cā liàng whispers, “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill you.” 

Lila, stares at the akumatized Marinette, “How can you? I destroyed you and this just tops the cake.” 

Cā liàng smirks and bits her lip. “And if I were to end you now, who would they blame?” A fire goes ablaze in her eyes all while forming fire beneath the one that has caused her so much pain. 

With one mighty shriek, Lila cries out, “Ladybug!” 

Yes it's meant to be

The battle was fierce, but tiresome for everyone. With Lila nearly dying by the hands of Cā liàng, nearly traumatizing Marinette in the process.  Ladybug had to work quickly as she knew this will only mentally damage Marinette if she were to go through this. 

“Marinette!” A spark of hope raises when the akumatized item sparks. Luka was the only one close to the two when spark appeared. 

Without hesitation, Luka pulls Cā liàng causing her to lose focus, nearly burning him the process. Ladybug is quick to destroy the object. 

Uncertain flame of hope I found

Will you lead me back on the right track?

Once the mist of the akuma faded away, Marinette falls into Luka’s arms. He holds her tightly humming a soft tune. The burnt marks fade away as the Miraculous magic revives those that froze and the buildings that turned to ash. 

Reporters try to get the temporary Ladybug to speak about the hardship of taking down this akuma, only for her to glare and disappear into the sky and behind buildings. 

“Luka,” Marinette soft voice pulls Luka out his tune and focus on the poor teen in his arms. 

“I got you, Nettie.” 

Marinette shakily nods and closes her eyes. 

Permanent ML Tag List: @damianette-is-life

[skinks]

The Toziers convince Sonia to let them take Eddie to disney world on his 14th birthday. Needless to say he LOVES every second of it and that’s when Richie realizes that he’s lowkey in love with him

ok anon stop reading my MIND I was actually thinking weeks ago about this literal very same thing. Well, a variant, but yours is adorable too omg. Also I think a lot about them going as adults post-movie and Eddie spends the whole day just going on the Hulk rollercoaster at Universal over and over

but god imagine Eddie having a huge bowl of Disney World ice cream plonked in front of him at the Rainforest Cafe with birthday sparklers, and they’re like “Eat up son, you’re not 14 every day!” and Eddie tries to blow out the sparklers and not cry simultaneously. Eddie at a theme park is actually so personal. He tries ONE rollercoaster (Thunder Mountain) and immediately becomes an adrenaline junkie, and Richie’s sitting next to him hearing him shriek and swear and their hands are clasped together overhead as they hurtle down a plunging loop, and he’s like oh no.

My thing was that I have this image of a 90s family photo of Maggie and Went squishing long haired teen metalhead Richie between them maybe at Magic Kingdom or in front of the big ball at Epcot, and he’s taller than both of them with a gruesome unintelligible black tshirt on but he’s got the biggest goofy smile, and he’s wearing Mickey ears cause it’s his BIRTHDAY. But 14 is probably better cause maybe like, Went and Maggie saw how upset Richie and his friends all were the year before and want to cheer him up?

Then I thought, his parents say he can bring another friend with him if he likes, and Bev’s already gone to Portland right? Mike and Bill are working, Ben and Stan are both at different nerdy summer camps (I know Richie’s birthday is in March but let’s pretend they take him as a joint bday/end of school year treat) and so he brings Eddie. Richie kinda wanted to bring Eddie the most in the first place, so it works out perfectly. Eddie’s only allowed to go because he’s still riding his gazebos wave of defiance and also they promise Sonia Eddie won’t go on a single dangerous ride (wink), and she’d hate to be seen to be ungrateful, people would talk.

Richie and Eddie get their own room in the motel and trampoline between the two beds because they’re little monsters. They always run out onto the balcony at night to watch the thunderstorms. The first time they walk through the gates at Magic Kingdom Eddie’s like :00000 Richie look! EVERYONE’S wearing fanny-packs!!!! and Richie’s like yeah >:( but you were a cute dork first, and Eddie’s like hey fuck you—wait...... cute? and Richie’s like uhhhh HEY LOOK IS THAT PLUTO

They freak the fuck OUT at the Star Wars bit in MGM, back when it was still called MGM. Maggie and Went let them see The Muppets 3D three times in a row and Richie gets a Kermit shirt, and whenever Eddie starts pestering him about sunblock Richie sings It Ain’t Easy Being Green to drown him out.

The see the Indiana Jones stunt show at MGM and Richie decides he’s gonna be a stuntman. Then they go to the driving stunt thing and Eddie says it would be super cool to be stunt driver, and Richie’s like we can be a stunt team!!!! together!!! And Went grins, “Like Siegfried and Roy,” and Maggie elbows him.

Eddie overcomes one of his many anxieties and pets some lizards at Animal Kingdom. They fill their hats with water from the spouting fountains at Epcot and then put them straight on their heads, dumping water over themselves to cool off. It’s actually closer to Maggie’s real birthday than anyone else’s so they have dinner at Epcot Mexico for Richie, Mags AND Eddie and the mariachi band comes over. Richie and Wentworth start singing a totally inaccurate Spanish Happy Birthday and Eddie almost sinks under the table in embarrassment. People are staring, and he’s so used to people staring in public when his own mom causes a scene, but this is a fun scene, Maggie’s rolling her eyes and clapping along so maybe it’s not so bad.

They make up games to play in the long lines for rides, Maggie and Went joining in on Eye Spy, or Richie’s “Guess Which State That Gross Family Are From” game, but don’t join in with Richie and Eddie’s complicated patty-cake-thumb-war hybrid. Eddie always has a ton of water in his backpack and a lil hand-held fan in his fanny pack, and sometimes in the hotter lines he feels very bold and squishes his and Richie’s faces cheek to cheek so they can share the fan, but it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference cause Richie’s face almost feels warmer when he does.

At Typhoon Lagoon they wrestle all the way around Lazy River (and get chastised by the lifeguards) and have major water cannon wars. Eddie watches all the fit young lifeguard dudes up in their chairs like 😳😳😳 that looks like a... cool job. Helping people. Hm.

They split a thing of churros. They get right up to the top of the tallest slide and Eddie gets scared, but Richie just clambers all the way back down the stair tower with him, mouthing off at the bigger kids giving them grief, and Eddie’s like “you should have just gone without me” and Richie’s like nah, be it’d no fun without you, and Eddie thinks about this entire vacation and for a wild moment he thinks my whole life would be no fun without you.

They return to see Maggie lying face down on her deck chair and towel, reading her book with her sunny yellow bikini top untied and Went is Very Attentively Applying Sunscreen to her bare back lmao. Richie’s like UGH GROSS and Went jumps a little like, “oh fu—uh, hey boys, you’re back quick.”

The concrete is so hot they have to run quick from pool to pool to stop their soles burning. Richie can’t wear his glasses in the water so he clings to Eddie the whole time, both of them slippery and giggling and Eddie feels like he’s getting a full body sunburn every time their wet bodies bump together, even though he’s wearing like six coats of factor 50.

Oh and you know they go to Universal. Oh BOY do they go to Universal. Eddie screams on the Jaws ride when the animatronic lunges right against where he’s sitting, and he jumps back in his seat and like, Richie must’ve been way closer than he thought because he falls all over his lap and Richie’s like “Hooper ya idiot, starboard! Ain’tcha watching it!” in his Quint From Jaws Voice, which is actually one of his better Voices since Quint sounds like every other curmudgeonly Maine old-timer back in Derry, but this time he’s pretty shaky about it for some reason.

They go to the new Horror Make-Up Show and Richie waves his arm so hard he gets picked as the volunteer, and winds up making the crowd laugh even more than the hosts, they’re all mock-outraged like “Who’s your agent! You’re here from Mouse Town to make us look bad, right?!”

Then when the Wolfman bursts out, Eddie can see there’s a moment where Richie’s whole body flinches bloodless, his arms come up to cover his face, and his head jerks to stare out for a moment into the crowd looking like he did when he saw his face on a missing poster, and Eddie overcomes his terror of being Perceived by the crowd to yell “GET HIM RICH” and everyone laughs, Richie grins, and it’s fine again.

On their last night they go back to Magic Kingdom to see the fireworks, and they’re exhausted. Sun-dazed and sugar-filled and adrenaline-drained and the fireworks make everything kinda dreamy. They’re shuffling along behind Maggie and Went to get a good spot when they see Maggie take Went’s hand. Richie pulls a face at Eddie and Eddie scrunches a face back and they snicker, and Richie makes a mock “oooh~ Eddie~” noise and grabs Eddie’s hand—they both keep laughing and watching the fireworks, but like... then it stops being funny and starts being something else. Richie’s just holding his hand, and the crowd is so thick and dark under ballooning Florida clouds and the fantasy sky, so anonymous that nobody notices but them. Eddie’s heart might be shooting into the sky and exploding into sparks as well, he’s ready to collapse and he can’t possibly LOOK at Richie but for a moment he’s like shit, they’re right. Happiest place on Earth.

[westcoastrry]

Sneak Peake

Here is a sneak peak of a chapter I’m working on for my fic on Wattpad. Its called tracing the stars its a harry fic thehehe this is also unedited but here is a little sneak peak. Smut warning... thehehe

I attempt to move myself from Harry grasp. When I swing my leg over his shoulder and try to get up from his bed, he grabs my hips and roughly pulls me down on the bed toward him.

“No fuck, not like that peaches.” He quickly clarifies. “Jesus Blair, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” He tells me with his hands still firmly placed on my sides. “I have been fantasizing about that since I fingered you at the party. I want to wait for that though, alright?” His hand comes up to the side of my cheek and I lean into it while his other hand removes some of my hair that have become stuck to my forehead. “If I fuck you tonight, its not going to be all flowers and roses. It's gonna be rough and impulsive, and I need time to make my way up the ladder just as much as you do. I want you to be a hundred percent sure about sex.” I nod my head. “Eventually, when I get in between these pretty little thighs of yours, I’m going to take care of you, yeah? We will take it slow at your pace. I’ll be so fucking gentle I swear, and I’ll make sure to take care of you afterwards. How does that sound?”

That sounded great but my head was spinning.

If he is wasn’t going to fuck me, was he is going to eat me out?

Harry gets me out of my daze by rubbing my thighs. “I’m just going to tase ya’ alright? Your pussy is dripping wet and fuck, you look so pretty sitting here all rilled up for me.” His actions become playful kissing me all over my face, and then leaving a tiny bite on my neck. “No need to be nervous, I’m going to treat you right peach.”

He continues kissing all over my face and neck until he plants a sloppy one directly onto my face. His thumb goes down to rub on my clit again.

I throw my head back and yelp at the unexpected pleasure.

When Harry drops his head on my shoulder and takes a deep breath closing his eyes still thumbing at my clit but pausing his other actions, I see just how much he is trying to hold himself back.

“Peach, you are making this so incredibly hard.” He mentions while his head is still buried into my shoulder.

“It was your idea to cock blo-” My sentence gets cut short because Harry has pushed my panties to the side, shoving a finger directly into my heat.

Harry’s head pulls off my shoulder to kiss me but I turn my head quickly and pull at the sheets.

His eyes are trained to mine, “Is this too much?” He asks, still pumping his fingers inside of me.

“A little overwhelming.” I stutter on my words as his finger reaches deep inside of me hitting a spot that sends my toes curling.

“Alright, here is what we are going to do. You with me Peach?”

“Yes, fu-fuck I’m good.”

He pulls his finger out, and I whine at the sudden disconnection. “You are going to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t feel good. I’m learning how to please you but I can’t do that without any feedback.”

I don’t know how Harry expects me to talk while he was doing this. I was getting hot and my breath keeps shortening every time I let out a moan.

My whole body is shaking with nerves and excitement. The thin material that was covering me is now being dragged off, and I lean back slightly giving Harry space to remove my panties, discarding them somewhere on the floor.“By the way, your underwear has peaches on them.”

“I know it's kinda embarrassing, but I thought you would like them.”

“Not embarrassing at all. It’s cute.”

When Harry notices my legs trembling he pulls them above his shoulders. “Just relax for me, Okay? This is going to feel good.” I nod my head.

Harry parts my legs slowly keeping a firm grip on my thighs. “So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, pressing a quicky dainty kiss on my right thigh, then places a direct puckered lip kiss on my pussy.

His lips wrap around my clit suck harhsly while simultaneously flicking his tongue. The feeling is intense and when Harry hands makes their way under his shirt to my bare breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. His harsh sucking has me thrashing underneath him at the pleasure. As soon as Harry puts more pressure on my clit, and his mouth suctions around it while his tongue flicks in and up and down motion. My hips buck up and I let out a strangled moan which causes Harry to remove his mouth from me with a pop.

“Blair. Why aren’t you breathing?” He asks sternly.

I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until Harry pulled off of me any my chest started to feel heavier than normal.

“I-I’m so- sorry, It just feels so good,” I pant out.

“I’m glad peach, but you got to breathe or else I’m going to have to stop. Can’t have you passing out with me between your legs.”

I nodded frantically because I don’t want Harry to stop. I would have spoken to him but I was still trying to catch my breath.

“Give me your hands Blair.” I place my hands in his and redirects them onto his curls. “This gonna help, just pull on them when you want to.” My hands loosely grab on to a couple strands of hair. “Don’t forget to talk to me, okay? Want to do this right for you, so I have to know what feels good.”

“Alright.” I respond, clearing my throat, finally catching my breath.

Harry kisses me right above my navel before going back to sucking on my swollen and sensitive clit. He is properly going at it now smacking his tongue down to my heat. His movements are fast and desperate. He starts to move his tongue in different patterns which begins to send me over the edge.

“Oh Harry, that feels good.” I yell out causing Harry to raise an eyebrow at me. “Fuck, right there.”

He continues to attack that spot with his tongue lapping at it over and over again. He then unexpectedly slides a single finger inside of me slowly testing the waters.

“Right here?” he asks, pushing his finger deeper inside of me. “You like this?”

My breath hitches and my hips begin to raise from the bed, but Harry's left arm comes straight down on my pelvis holding me down.

“Found it.” He confidently mumbles against my heat.

My hands are now completely tangled in his hair pulling him closer to my core as the burning sensation starts to build up in my stomach. I begin to rock my hips onto his face trying to bring my orgasm to the surface.

“Come for me baby.”

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https://www.wattpad.com/956461861-tracing-the-stars-h-s-au-warning

[k-drabblings]

letters to you (pt. 1)

KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 2410 A/N: I’m trying to keep the timeline as accurate as possible. It’s obviously been many years since their debut/predebut, and I’m not like a bts superfan or anything, so please ignore any discrepancies :)

-- 01/2013

Teeth chattering, I groggily forced myself out of bed. My dearly beloved, yet increasingly annoying, mother was shouting out my name like it was the only word in her vocabulary. "Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah!" She urged me to hurry, and I did not understand what could possibly be so important that she wake me up at seven in the morning on a Saturday.  The blankets around my body were weighing me down as I trudged down the creaky steps to see what the commotion was about. 

At her first glimpse of me, my mom motioned for me to come along faster. "Auntie Kim's son is here," she explained briefly. "Did you really not have time to make yourself a little more presentable?" That second line was hushed, the chiding meant only for my ears. 

"It's freezing," I retorted gruffly, voice still hinting at lack of sleep. 

But I had to admit I was interested. Auntie Kim's son was the talk of the town -- well, she was the one doing most of the talking. She was always so excited about telling the neighbors about his latest accomplishment: how he had passed the auditions for some company I couldn't remember the name of (it wasn't SM or YG), and then how he was working with this famous choreographer (not like anyone really knows choreographers' names off the top of their head), and of course about his up and coming debut (which was supposed to be very soon yet the date was unknown because it was some huge secret or some nonsense).

So you have to understand the disappointment I felt when I saw this regular ol' boy standing in my living room. Yeah, he was a little taller than most of the guys I knew, but I had expected him to blow me away with his presence... or at least have some muscles.

"This is Taehyung," my mom introduced. 

I bowed my head slightly before giving my own name. 

"Hey." 

His voice made my chest rumble. It was deep and strangely velvety. It would have been a lie if I said it didn't make me smile. I watched as he popped another pre-cut slice of an orange in his wide mouth. He had this unabashed way of looking straight into my eyes as he answered my mother's curious questions, and I found it hard to meet his gaze. His eyebrow was raised a little too high, giving him this real cocky look. Maybe the idea of stardom had already gotten to his head.

"Taehyung won't be here for very long..."

It was already so obvious that my mother was going to urge me to do something I did not want to do.

"And it's your winter break, so you should have some time. Why don't you show him around?"

"He's from here," I reminded. "He probably knows this place better than I do." I had only moved here about a year ago, whereas Taehyung had spent well over a decade here.

"Then I guess I can show you around," he unexpectedly butted in, shining a 100-watt smile to my easily swayed mother. She beamed right back in delight. 

So after changing into some real clothes and promising to be back for lunch, we began our tour of town. "It's fucking freezing," I muttered, breath visible in the frosty air. It had snowed the night before, and all we could see in front of us was a blanket of white. 

Taehyung chuckled. "I take it you're not a morning person." He tugged on the sleeve of my coat. "Let's go."

I didn't ask where he was taking me, more preoccupied with eluding the patches of ice that were scattered dangerously along the road. 

He didn't take me far. ... Or anywhere impressive.

I stared at his house in disappointment. "You brought me here?" 

"Like you said, it's fucking freezing." His lips curled into a huge, cheeky grin as his icy fingers fumbled with the keys to unlock the door.  His fingers were long and so goddamn beautiful. 

He let me inside first, surprisingly gentleman-like, and his eyebrow raised in curiosity as I plopped down onto the couch comfortably. "I'm here more often than you are now," I explained. This place was like my second home.

A small, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "Makes sense."

I could almost feel the heat radiating off his shoulder as he laid back besides me and turned on the television to some random cartoon. From this angle and distance, I could see how tall his nose was, how perfect his skin was. 

"Take a picture. It lasts longer."

A hot blush crept up my cheeks. I mumbled a lame apology.

"I'll even sign it. It might be worth a fortune in the future." He winked cockily.

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, okay."

It was weird how I had sort of expected him to be there the next morning. And he didn't disappoint.

"The blankets again," he commented amusedly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some fruit my mother had prepared for him. 

"My heating pad broke. And it's fu--"

"--king freezing," we finished simultaneously.

"Language," my mother warned, reminding me of her presence.

I smiled sheepishly and was pleased to see he was doing the same. I took a seat across from him, making sure the layers were still tightly wrapped around my figure. I shuddered as I let one arm out into the cold air to grab the chopsticks.

He laughed. "You look like a fat turtle." 

I glared as I silently stole a piece of pear from his plate. 

"Don't worry. It's cute."

I could feel the blush threatening to flood my cheeks, so I quickly got up to grab a drink from the refrigerator. I could feel his eyes on me as I shakily poured the orange juice into my glass. I didn't know why I was feeling so nervous around him. I was practically a grown woman with 18 years of life experience, including dating some boys here and there. Well actually just two -- nothing serious, but it was enough so I wasn't so easily rattled by the flirting and the teasing. 

... But Taehyung still somehow rattled me.

It was in the middle of the third day with Taehyung that I found out he'd be leaving Wednesday evening. 

"Two more days," he mumbled, leaning back into the cold wooden back of the bench. "And back to the grind."

"Do you like it there?" I asked, staring out into the fields with him. "Or do you like it here?"

He smiled and chuckled, always in that throaty way that I had grown somewhat fond of. "Seoul has more things to do, I guess... Not that I have any time to do them..." He let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh. "It's definitely not as exciting as when I first got there. But I still like it." 

Then his gaze sharply turned to me, and I almost choked, my heart jumping to my throat. "But it's nice here too. Just relaxing like this, like we're doing now. Wouldn't mind staying a bit longer, really." His eyes turned into pretty little crescents as he smiled. "It's nice right?"

I nodded to answer his question and let out a long exhale myself. "So when do you think you'll be back here again?"

"Why? Miss me already?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a square punch to his arm. "You're right next to me, you egotistical weirdo." 

His laugh brought out my own, and we sat there together in simple happiness for a little longer until the cold seeped through our bones.

I took him to see my high school later that evening, just as the sun was setting. He had only attended for a year before leaving Daegu and for some reason wanted to visit again.

"It's not locked," he said in surprise.

"We still study throughout the break," I explained. College was really the only way country kids like us escaped this tiny town. Unless you were Kim Taehyung, that is.

"But you're not studying."

I smiled sheepishly. I had fallen a few days behind thanks to him, but I didn't tell him in fear he would stop hanging out with me. After all, he was only going to be here for two more days. "I'm a genius," I joked. "I don't need to study."

He let out a sarcastic 'har har' before pulling me inside the building. His gloved hand was tightly holding mine, and I wished I could feel his palm directly against mine instead. Who cared if it was fucking freezing?

"You're going to get diabetes," I said to Taehyung as I watched him spoon five heapings of sugar into his coffee. "That's not even coffee with sugar. It's sugar mixed with a little bit of coffee."

"And when I do, you can help me prick my finger every morning to measure my blood sugar." 

The thought of seeing him every morning for the rest of my life was oddly romantic.

I watched him swirl the little spoon in his mug, and I could hear the little granules of undissolved sugar skidding along the walls of the cup. "I swear, Taehyung. You've supersaturated it."

"Don't use biology terms with me."

"It's chemistry."

"Whatever, nerd." He casually dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not a nerd. I'm a genius, remember?"

He couldn't hold back his grin, and he tried to hide it by bringing the mug to his lips. "Yeah, okay."

It was much warmer that day, and he drove me in his mom's car to a nearby lookout area a few miles away. The winter air was refreshing rather than biting, and we drove up the mountain with the windows rolled down. My hair was a mess by the time we got to the top, and after Taehyung was done making fun of me for it, he helped me sort out my strands. His pretty fingers laced through my hair and made me shiver. 

"Cold?" He asked.

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him that he was the one who made chills run down my spine with such a simple gesture. I got more goosebumps as I felt his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the edge of the cliff. 

"It's no Seoul skyline, but it has it's charm." He plopped down lazily on the gravel and patted the spot besides him. "Sit."

The ground was cold, but I didn't care. I planted my butt down and took in the view. Our humble town looked somewhat barren, but in a beautiful way. Patches of snow covered the fields here and there, and the cars looked like bursts of colors. The prettiest part was the mountains that loomed behind, kind of hazy and navy. I took a picture with my phone, but it really didn't do it justice. 

"Take a picture of us," Taehyung suggsted casually. He took the device from my hands, and I was all too aware of how our fingers momentarily brushed against each other. His long arm was extended, ready to snap a photo. "Get in closer," he scolded and pulled my far shoulder in with his free hand. 

My cheeks were redder than they should have been, and now there was solid evidence of it. 

"You've been spending a lot of time with Taehyung." My mom liked to be vocal about how she observant she was of my life. "Are you keeping up with your studies? I bet all your classmates are studying really hard."

"Well he's leaving tonight," I mumbled, trying not to let the depressing thought affect my mood too much. "I'll hit the library after he's gone."

So after getting lengthily scolded for skipping out on my studies, I had Taehyung meet me at my high school.

I was sitting in an empty classroom skimming my English textbook when I heard the door slide open. His lanky figure strode in confidently. "What's up, nerd? I thought you didn't study."

I gave him a mocking glare. "Can't wait 'til you're gone." I was lying through my teeth.

"Hah, yeah right. You're gonna miss me, right?"

I couldn't possibly answer yes when he had that cocky smirk plastered on his face. I simply rolled my eyes and let him take the seat besides mine.

He strummed his fingers against the desk boredly. "Come on; you can do that later. I'm leaving in a few hours."

He didn't have to remind me. The clock did that with every damn tick. 

It didn't take much effort for him to convince me to ditch my books. All he really had to do was tug on my sleeve a few times and off I went, following him down the hallway and out the door. It was almost pathetic how the sound of his delighted laughter made it so easy for me to forget all my responsibilities.  That fucking laughter and that beautiful fucking grin.

He was beaming at me now as he dragged me back to his place, where we had to sneak past his mother so she wouldn't tattle on me. 

There was nothing much to do in his room besides opening up his laptop and stream a movie or listen to some music and talk. He grinned. "If it's an American movie, that's sort of like studying English, right?" 

Couldn't beat that logic.

"Didn't know you were such a crybaby," he teased, as the end credits for Titanic began to roll. 

"Shut up, Taehyung," I snapped through my sniffles. 

"It's stupid. I don't get why he had to let go, honestly," he huffed. "There was plenty of room on that wooden board for both of them to get on. She was rescued like a few minutes later." 

"You're ruining the romance." 

He gave a playful shrug. "It's not really romantic. I'd be pretty fucking pissed if some chick -- who supposedly loved me -- just let me drown." He paused to turn and look directly at me. "You're not supposed to let go of someone you love that easily, you know."

My heart had never felt so weak in my life. I swallowed hard and managed a small nod.

It was only five days into knowing Taehyung, and he somehow managed to wreck me so easily.

I should have taken that as a warning.

[dnplegs]

quite fetching

2.2k words, meet-cute, fluff

Phil likes to take his dog on walks around the neighborhood. Dan works at the local elementary school.

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Phil spent long days at university and the workload, while enjoyable, was thoroughly exhausting. So the part of his day that he loved most was walking his fluffy golden retriever, Mister, around his neighborhood, switching off his brain and enjoying time with his dog. It was a Tuesday, and Phil was yawning loudly as he attached the leash to Mister. Daylight savings time had hit him hard, his normally atrocious sleeping hours shortening even further. But he still felt an obligation to his dog and to his own routine to walk a bit every day, so he didn't resent the decision to walk out the door at 4 that day. After around 15 minutes, his usual walking time, the sun was still high in the sky, so he decided to walk further than usual. The local elementary school near his home had a nice track that he remembered vaguely and he hoped there wouldn't be many kids left playing outside. Phil's dog loved people, but sometimes he got too excited around hyper children and Phil wanted to avoid any uncomfortable situations. So, he rounded the corner into the long path outlining the playground. Luckily, there were only a few people still out playing. He heard a bell clanging and watched as the children walked inside, guided by some college students who helped out there. There were only two people left: an obscenely tall man with dark, wavy hair, and a young girl in a big coat, both on the swing set. "Mr. Dan, can we stay out longer please?" Phil overheard the girl say. "Of course, Ari. Like usual," Dan replied easily. They seemed to drift into an easy silence and Phil smiled. It was small, pleasant moments like those that made him enjoy walking around town. Phil walked around the path away from the playground, so the two stragglers didn't see him and his dog until a couple minutes later, when he had completed the lap around the small soccer fields. He saw the little girl notice him and immediately tug on the older guy's jacket, saying something pleading. Dan then turned and noticed Phil and his dog as well. He smiled. "Let's ask the man, first." He walked boldly to Phil, who stopped in his track and smiled amicably. "Can we pet your dog? He's so cute." "Of course!" Phil responded. Dan squatted next to Mister's face and pet his back softly, while Ari pet him on the head with robotic, child-like movements. "What's his name?" The man's face looking up at Phil was so pretty and soft. His smile dimpled his cheek and a light blush dusted his nose. "Mister," Phil answered, immediately scolding himself for sounding (and probably looking) stupidly smitten. But hey, he was a cooped up university student who rarely had time for any romantic or sexual interactions, so who could blame him. "Oh my God," Dan exclaimed, and Phil was worried that something bad had happened because of the urgent tone, but he followed with, "that is the best name for a dog I have ever heard." Phil beamed with pride. "Thanks, I came up with it myself." "It's so cute," he muttered. "What's your name, then? Is it better than Mister?" "Phil, so unfortunately not. What about you?" "I'm Dan," he said with a smile, shaking Phil's hand. "I work here after school in a weak effort to pay off my student loans." Conversation. Okay. Phil didn't expect to get this far. "I'm at university as well! What are you studying?" "Philosophy, at the moment. It's fascinating, but it's kind of guaranteeing me to a life of pretentiousness and poverty, unfortunately. What about you?" Dan's tone was light and easy and he was effortlessly funny. Hot and funny and good with kids and dogs???? Phil needed to pinch himself to confirm he wasn't dreaming, but then he might wake up, and he didn't want to do that when this was far sweeter. "Post-production in film. Also something that will probably end up completely useless, but it is really enjoyable. It's nice to be doing things that I'm really passionate about, although the workload is super tedious. I've got this massive project at the moment, and I love it, but it involves a lot of boring computer stuff and not much actual creativity." Dan nodded. "Oh yeah? What's it about?" Phil didn't have time to respond before Ari was tugging gently at Dan's jacket again. "Mr. Dan, can we go inside?" she said softly. "Of course, Ari!" Dan replied, turning back to Phil and smiling apologetically. "Hopefully I'll see you and Mister around?" Phil nodded (a bit too) enthusiastically. "Totally!" He planned to make good on his word. For the next two days, Phil forced himself to turn in early from his walks to work on a massive project he was working on involving horror films. It felt like torture to turn away from the elementary school and possibly miss seeing Dan again, but he had greater responsibilities. However, on Friday he was unable to resist the temptation anymore, and he turned around the corner and down the path that would eventually (hopefully) lead to Dan. There were still quite a few kids out today, since Phil had left earlier than last time, so he didn't see Dan immediately, but he was significantly taller than everyone around him, so Phil was able to find him on the swings again. Still, he tortured himself with a walk around the entire path before he passed the playground and Dan saw him and Mister. "Oh, hey!" Dan called, standing up from the swing and walking over to Phil, Ari not far behind him. "You came back!" "Yeah, I figured I could swing by the playground again," Phil said, feigning nonchalance despite the fact that Dan recognizing him made butterflies erupt in his stomach. "How are you and Ari here?" Dan was already kneeling next to Mister. "So good!" But it seemed to be mostly directed to the dog as he said it in a baby voice and kept all his attention on Mister. Ari began to pet him as well and Phil smiled. This time Dan was wearing a soft-looking brown sweater and his wavy hair was fluffier, the wind sprawling it across his forehead. He looked simultaneously incredibly cute and intimidatingly hot, and Phil might actually be developing a proper crush. Dan stood up abruptly and said, "So how's that project going?" "Oh! You remembered that?" Phil said, astonished, before realizing he was putting Dan in a pretty awkward situation. Dan seemed flustered and Phil felt completely socially inept. "Yeah, I guess. I don't meet many cool guys with amazing dog-naming skills who are also in film at university." "Really? Clearly you need to get out more," Phil joked. "Honestly, I know you're joking, but I seriously never leave the house. It's an actual problem. Unless I'm in class or making money, I'm in my dorm 24/7," Dan complained. "That's the best thing about having a dog. You have an immediate obligation to another living creature. Plus, you get to meet cool guys who study philosophy and work at elementary schools in their free time," Phil ventured. Blushing! Actual blushing! Phil was undoubtedly reading too much into this whole conversation and Dan was probably straight anyway, but again, he was a cooped up university student. He was allowed to have fantasies about hot guys he met. "How many of those do you know?" "They're a dime a dozen in this neighborhood," Phil said with a sly smile, and Dan giggled. Before Dan could respond, Phil felt an abrupt pull on the leash. He muttered expletives under his breath as he realized he was being pulled by Mister, who was chasing a squirrel across the empty soccer fields. "Gotta go!" Phil managed to cry out before he chased Mister (who had managed to break the leash free from Phil's grip) across the grass. When Mister finally ended his impromptu high-speed chase, Phil gathered him in his arms and pet him before standing again and sighing. "Mister, we might have been actually flirting, and you ruined it!" Mister wagged his tail obliviously, and Phil gave another sigh. His dog was unfortunately very hard to hate. For the weekend, the elementary school was completely empty (trust Phil. He checked.) and Phil was forced to wait two whole days before he got to even hope to see Dan again. On Monday, he was raring to go, but he still waited until 4 to leave, hoping to catch Dan more alone and without the fear of overwhelming kids trying to pet Mister. Dan caught him before he was able to walk the whole lap around the playground, though. He was at the small basketball court, which was right next to the entrance Phil always took, and he waved him down before Phil could continue his walk. "Oh, hey," Phil said when he saw Dan sitting on the bench. "How's philosophy?" Dan sighed. "As ever. We're currently studying free will and it's a total mind fu-" he cut himself off, dramatically glancing around. "Fumble?" Phil offered, laughing. "Yes, exactly!" They shared a laugh and Dan continued. "I'm kind of guaranteed constant existential crises, and adding that onto the college crisis I'm already having, it isn't a great time." "I don't really have that problem with film projects," Phil responded, sitting down on the bench next to Dan when he patted the seat. "Although the project I'm currently working on is about horror. I'm not a scaredy-cat until it's 2 in the morning and I'm sitting in a dark, empty flat after spending 7 hours watching clips of horror films." "Empty? No girlfriend or endearingly strange flatmates?" Dan inquired. "Neither, although considering how high rent is I should probably get a flatmate at some point so I don't start living off Ramen noodles again," Phil mused, hoping Dan caught onto the no, but I could use a boyfriend he was sure he worked in at some point. "That's a dark period," Dan responded, nodding. "I'm almost to that level at the moment, and - " Dan was cut off by another college student running towards them and calling his name. "Dan! Do you know where Ari is?" she said breathlessly. A look of concern immediately crossed Dan's features. "No idea, I thought she was swinging?" The woman shook her head, and Dan stood up. "I know most of the places she likes to hide out in, so I'll check those out. You make sure she isn't on the playground somewhere, okay?" The woman left and Phil stood up too. "Can I help?" Dan's features softened. "That'd be wonderful. Could you check the bushes through there? Sometimes she hides out there." He pointed toward the school and Phil nodded, jogging towards the shrubbery. Thankfully, he found her pretty quickly. She was sitting behind a bush, crying softly and picking at the grass. "Ari! Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling. Mister sat down next to Ari and she immediately began to pet him gently. She blubbered for a moment before saying, "the other boys and girls were being mean. They were calling me names." "Oh, I'm sorry. It's all okay, now," Phil soothed. She seemed to be calming down as she pet the dog. "Those kids were being mean and I'm sorry. But it's over now and you're going to be okay." "Thank you," she said softly, wiping away her tears. "Do you want to go see Mr. Dan?" She nodded and they stood up. Dan was searching around the playground when he saw them walking together, and there was immediate relief on his face. "Thank God you found her! I was so worried!" "She was sad because some kids were calling her names," Phil explained. Ari nodded, sniffling. "I'm so sorry," Dan said to her. "Who were they?" They talked quietly for a moment before Ari ran off, towards the school (apparently according to Dan's instruction). Dan stood up and muttered, "I'm going to teach those kids a sodding lesson," to Phil, who grinned at Dan's passion. "Thanks for finding her." "Happy to! I think Mister probably helped out a bit too. Dogs are often a calming presence." "Quite so," Dan said softly, nodding. Suddenly he looked at Phil with a face of determination, before saying, "do you want to get lunch together, tomorrow?" There was an immediate blush on his face before he followed up with, "Sorry, I know you probably don't swing that way, but I figured it was worth a try. I'd hate to keep seeing you and never follow up with anything, but if you don't want to it's completely - " "I'd love to," Phil interrupted, before Dan rambled himself into a hole. "I was worried I was giving off straight vibes and I'd have to be the one to ask you out." "Oh." He laughed and blushed vibrantly, and then the look of determination returned. "Well, I never thought you were straight." "Oh yeah? What gave it away?" Dan grinned. "Probably the massive tattoo on your forehead that says 'I love cock'." "Dan!" Phil protested, swatting lightly at Dan's arm. "Think of the children!" "Oh don't worry, they don't care. I curse all the time and they don't hear it," Dan assured him. "Wow. Childhood truly ruined," Phil said with a dramatic sigh. Dan smiled. "I should get back to the kids, but can I give you my number first? For the sake of coordinating a future lunch date?" "Definitely." Phil smiled as they exchanged numbers and then Dan returned to the playground with a soft wave goodbye.

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Mixing It Up - Troubkemaker! Min Yoongi X Reader - Part 9

Hi so I’m going to leave this here cause I’m so tired and writers block is my worst enemy

Sorry guys 😭

I think I’m going to wrap this up in the next few parts (possibility two)

Preview  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 - Here  Part 10  Part 11 - Final

Yoongi had successfully followed you home that night to your dismay. When your mother stopped her task at hand to greet you, the shock on her face caused you to groan. Yoongi’s introduction didn’t help the situation at all. Thinking about what he said and how calmly he said it still brought heat to your face.

-

“Hello, my name’s Min Yoongi and I’m your daughters soon to be boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t bother with a smile, just his neutral straight face. That didn’t seem to phase your mother who all but sprinted to the door, analysing your guest.

“Soon to be? Boyfriend?! Y/N, why have you not told me about this sooner?! Were you waiting until you started dating to tell me? I thought we were closer than that!”

At this exact moment, your older brother happened to make his way down the stairs clad in a similar tracksuit to Yoongi.

“Hey, do you know where the toilet plunger is? I kind of clogged up the toil...et.”

You wanted to smack his head against the wall. How embarrassing can one individual be? Scratch that. Why is he even here?

“Oh my gosh, shut up B/N! Why the heck are you here!? You’re supposed to be in college!”

He looked offended, even going as far as to place a hand to his chest and make a shocked face.

“Hey, you punk... who do you think you’re talking to? Your older brother happens to be really sick, you shouldn’t be treating me like this.”

He made his way towards you and wrapped an arm around your neck, effectively trapping you in a headlock.

“And who is this kid?”

He nodded his head in Yoongi’s direction, causing said boy to raise an eyebrow.

“I’m your sisters boyfriend.” You had been scratching at your brothers arms, attempting to free yourself when his words made you cease your actions. You and your brother simultaneously shrieked, you in horror and your brother in disbelief. Forcefully ripping his arm off of you, you turned to Yoongi with wide eyes.

“Yoongi, what the fu-“

“You’re dating my sister?! Are you out of your mind!?”

You snapped your head back towards your brother, shooting a dark glare at him.

“What is that supposed to mean!?”

A hand suddenly gripped your forearm, pulling you towards a body. Looking up, you came face to face with none other than Yoongi and his smirk.

He proceeded to wrap an arm around your shoulders, forcing you to turn and face your mother and brother.

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

Your mother had no expression on her face. Your brother on the other hand looked as if he had received all the answers to the worlds secrets.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just kidding.”

“Okay, maybe not yet but I do want to be. I’m not going to deny that.”

“I approve.”

Your eyes grew as wide as saucers at the words that rolled of your mothers tongue.

“Aren’t you supposed to be against this!?”

“Yoongi seems like a nice boy and you two definitely go well together. If anything, the only one who has a problem with this seems to be you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was this really your mother? The same strict mother you had grown up with? Surely not.

“Is dating me really that bad?”

Yoongi had an eyebrow raised, anticipating your answer and you stuttered over your words.

“N-No! Yes! I- uh... maybe?”

He simply grinned at you, understanding how you actually felt.

-

It was now exactly a week after said incident and you had not visited Yoongi since. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t want to, you just happened to be so absorbed with your task of catching Mi-Rae.

“I know Yoongi knows something about this whole thing...”

Mumbling to yourself, you groaned and dropped your head to your desk, moaning in pain straight after.

“You’ll lose more brain cells if you do that and you need to save them. You lost enough as a kid.”

Your brothers deep voice travelled from your bedrooms doorway and your head snapped up to glare at him.

“What do you want? When are you going back to college?”

He entered your room fully and sat himself down on your bed, leaning against the wall.

“Soon. Anyway, I’m doing my job as an older brother. I’m here to talk about your boyfriend.”

Your straight face remained on your face at his words and he took this as his cue to go on.

“Listen, it’s cute that you got a boyfriend and all but don’t let him make you cry.”

You rolled your eyes, having some kind of idea where he was going with the conversation.

“Let me guess... or you’ll beat him up?”

His eyes widened and he blinked twice in confusion.

“What? No way! That’s way too much effort and time wasted. You’re my sister but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give my precious time just because you can’t handle yourself.”

You should have known better. Your brother was the laziest person you had ever encountered. It was a wonder how he had gotten this far in life.

“Wow... how lucky am I to have a brother like you.”

The fact that you said this in monotone should have given away the fact that this was sarcasm but your brother had lived with you long enough to know how deal with it.

“I know right. Gosh, it’s a wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend right now. I’m so caring and handsome and smart and-“ As he began to list off all the traits he was not, he stood from your bed and exited the room, counting his fingers with each trait as he did so.

“He’s not blood related. That’s got to be the answer...”

How were you related to such a person?

-

The next day you entered school, you were approached by Yura during break. She had a small smile present on her face as she joined you and Suhyun.

“Hey Y/N. Hello... Suhyun?” At Suhyun’s smile she introduced herself before bringing up the topic of Mi-Rae.

“I heard you got Mi-Rae excluded. Honestly, I’m glad. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. It’s about Yoongi’s past with Mi-Rae.”

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets at Yura’s words and your heart suddenly clenched. Trying to disguise your sudden pain, you picked up your water bottle, nodding and taking a big gulp from it.

“It’s not what you think it is. Yoongi didn’t always attend our school. He only transferred almost three years ago. The thing is, Mi-Rae also attended his first school. I heard she managed to get him into serious trouble to the point where he was expelled and forced to move to another school. Our school.”

To think Yoongi and Mi-Rae had known each other for that long. You never would have guessed.

“Around a year later, her father became the principal and so she transferred to our school too. It was well known that Mi-Rae liked Yoongi despite what she put him through. Obviously, she tried to befriend him and Yoongi rejected her. This all happened in the lunch hall and so almost everyone had witnessed it. Mi-Rae must have been really humiliated since she stormed out and began to abuse her fathers power, probably trying to replace her ruined reputation with one of intimidation.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t a story you expected to hear today.

“Oh, but why are you telling me this?” Yura cast her gaze down towards the table.

“You’ve probably figured out that Yoongi isn’t telling you anything that might help you.”

You made eye contact with Suhyun, who nodded slowly and commented for you.

“Yeah, he seems to know a lot but doesn’t really say anything.”

Yura lifted her gaze up, sighing.

“It’s because he can’t. If he does, one word from Mi-Rae to her father and Yoongi’s kicked out of our school. With his reputation, I can guarantee you no other school will accept him. Basically, Mi-Rae can end Yoongi’s school life with a click of her fingers.”

Anger enveloped your body and you clenched your fists, glaring at nothing in particular.

“No wonder Yoongi is acting like that...”

Just as Yura opened her mouth to ask what you were talking about, the bell signalling the end of break rang and you jumped up fro your seat.

“I’ll see you later.”

Offering a tense smile to both girls, you headed straight for your classroom, Suhyun jogging to catch up.

Yoongi has been urging you to catch Mi-Rae because he himself can’t get involved. In other words, he wants you to help him get out of the situation Mi-Rae has put him in.

-

“You failed to tell me that you can’t get involved with this whole situation.”

You were currently walking home after school with Yoongi who had decided to wait at the gates for you. Suhyun had made the decision to stay behind in the library and work on an essay leaving you to walk alone with Yoongi. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing one of his many tracksuits and instead opted for some skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a giant parka jacket.

“I didn’t need to. You were taking care of it anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders, an apathetic look on his face.

“What if I made one wrong choice? Then you would be out of school for good.”

You had reached the café you were so fond of and found yourself following Yoongi inside.

“I know you won’t. Besides, it’s almost over.”

That you could agree upon. With Mi-Rae consistently lying about her whereabouts on the day of the fire, you were sure to find some way to prove Yoongi innocent.

“Yeah but in all honesty I don’t know how to end this...”

Standing beside Yoongi in the line, you scanned the menu for today’s drink.

“What do you mean?”

At this point you had both reached the till and ordered your drinks, both being hot chocolates. Making your way over to the window seat you found yourself occupying quite a bit, you continued your conversation.

“I’ve managed to catch Mi-Rae in her lies but that’s about it. I don’t have any evidence tying her to the incident. In other words, I don’t know where to go from here.”

Yoongi sipped his drink, humming in understanding.

“I can’t really help you there either. I guess it’s all down to luck now...”

You hoped that wasn’t the case. You were not exactly the luckiest person.

“Yeah...”

After finishing your drinks and making small talk here and there, you parted ways with Yoongi and made your own way home.

Upon entering your house, you were immediately greeted with the sight of your older brother carrying an armful of snacks up the stairs. He was halfway up when your entrance stopped him, a look of shock flashing on his face.

“What are yo- is that my food!? I swear if you don’t get back down here I’m going to shove those crisps up your ass!”

Needless to say, you spent the next ten minutes wrestling your brother for food.

-

Another week flew by and you began to feel anxious. As usual, you had hit another dead end and no new progress had been made. If anything you were beginning to get fed up of feeling useless. Little did you know that that was all about to change.

It was when you were seated on your usual lunch table that everything took a sudden u-turn for the best. Suhyun came sprinting towards you, a grin present on her face.

“Someone stepped forward as a witness! They said Mi-Rae was the cause of the fire!”

You shot up out of your seat so fast you almost tumbled back onto the floor. The news was so sudden it almost seemed unrealistic.

“Who?!”

Suhyun waved her hand in dismissal.

“Some boy named Choi Beom. No one we know. Apparently, he’s one of those quiet kids, you know... the ones that just do work and don’t really bother with socialising. He said he couldn’t study properly in our school and wanted to return to his own. I guess he thinks the faster the culprit is caught, the faster they return back to their own school.”

A giant grin broke out onto your face and you had to refrain from shouting out in the lunch hall. No matter how happy you were you did not need everyone staring at you.

“That means-“

You were cut off when the vibration of your phone caught your attention. Right after, someone else’s phone went off along with another until the lunch hall was filled with phones buzzing.

“What’s going on?”

Suhyun’s eyebrows furrowed together when she too received a message and you both opened your phones, the unknown id piquing your curiosity.

Inside the message was a video that made your jaw, along with Suhyuns, drop.

“That’s Mi-Rae...”

Obviously, the fact that Mi-Rae was in the video wasn’t the reason for your shock but rather the fact that she was quite boldly setting alight fireworks in a classroom.

“That’s classroom 2-c!” The random shout from somewhere within the hall made you snap your head up.

If you recalled correctly, classroom 2-c was...

“That’s the classroom where the fire started!”

Another shout from another student caused the hall to erupt into conversation.

There it is. There’s your evidence.

The question is who sent it?