#i said id be “fashionable late” and im REALLY pushing it now

[frost-can-bite]

not proud of this one but shit I finished it like two days ago and I did say I'd do all the prompts even tho I'm slow as hell, turning smile for me week into smile for me month for myself jfc

the prompt for this one was day 2: space!

yeah the old gay married couple divorced or something and are not taking the breakup well!!!

can you tell I can't draw backgrounds well yet

[boom-butterflyeffect]

WARNING/S - smut, mentions of killing/stabbing, knife play, choking, mr.ghostface kink?, mask kink?, <3

you heard a bang as the lodge door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from the bed. you swore youd locked all the doors before getting into bed and the only other person with a key was josh but hed had to stay late at the smaller cabin, Jessica and Mike's "love den", as he called it. "last minute preparations, babe", he said.

slowly creeping around the corner of the bedroom door you peaked out to see.. nobody. the long hallway was completely.. empty. so you went back into the room and grabbed your boyfriends baseball bat, then made your way into the kitchen followed by the living room. once again seeing.. nothing.

hand falling to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things, the religious watching and study of horror media finally getting to you, you thought, just before you felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.

you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even being able to see who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let go of you.

“its me, kitten!” he lifted the ghostface mask to reveal a very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.

“JOSH! you scared me to death!” you yelled at him, looking down at his baseball bat still in your hand.

“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.

as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small thong and a cropped scream t shirt, how ironic. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.

“you look.. hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.

“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at his words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life, kitten?”

“josh..” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the ghostface character, among others, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.

his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the nearest wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what kitten?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.

“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you kitten?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”

“josh please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.

“youre such a little whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”

your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rose and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine, he couldnt even imagine, how wet you were right now, how wet he was making you. cheeks reddening as he spoke to you.

“go on kitten, b.e.g.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.

“please jos-please dont kill me mr ghostface, i really want to be in the sequel.. ,you can do anything you want to me,.. ill do anything.” you pleaded so desperate and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.

“i know you will but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.

you walked back into the room and sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk before pulling the mask back down. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”

he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.

“s.u.c.k. now”.

you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.

he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him,.. well the mask.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking kitten gag on my cock.”

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. josh had never yet been this rough with you and you couldnt lie. you really liked it and you could tell that he did too.

he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. "you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?" he asks and you practically whimper.

"please mr.ghostface." you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.

he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.

"thank you mr.ghostface." you smile up at him in the most innocent way possible, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.

"stand." he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. "so fucking perfect, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?" he asks and you nod.

"stupid slut." he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.

"what do you want babe? tell me what you want." he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.

"i want to ride you.. please." you almost moan just at the thought he nods.

"go on then kitten, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy." he questions and you dont even answer.

you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. "josh o.h m.y g.o.d." he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.

you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. "perfect, youre so fucking perfect." he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. "and so so cute." his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.

"mi..-mister im close." you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

"hold it." he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.

his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.

"go on kitten show me how much of a good girl you are cum all over my cock." he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his all black clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.

"fuck." he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

"babe.." josh asks, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you hum, tracing patterns over his chest. "you okay?" he asks, continuing to play with your hair and you nod, exhausted.

“you never told me you into ghostface hm?” he laughs and you shrug.

“i got too many horror crushes.” you confess.

“oh yeah?"

"wait.. does beetlejuice count as horror too?" you quiz to no one really.

josh laughs.

__

idk im bored

jesus fucking christ anon.

Josh definitely would, especially around Halloween time since he has an excuse for dressing up in the costumes.

was not expecting a smut oneshot in my inbox, but i am not mad about it at all, good lord.

[catboyithaqua]

Ramuda and Doppo :0

OH MY BOYS LETS GO

Under a cut bc long

Ramuda Amemura

First impression

Baby boy baby. Very cute and sweet i love characters with ramudas aesthetic i tend to want to protect them, especially since its an aesthetic that i fall into myself and lo v e so kseidjsnfn YEAH this man is baby!!!

Impression now

Ohhh my god i love this man i love the way he is characterised he is so incredibly interesting as a character and tbh so realistic and honestly i adore him!!! I alarmingly see a lot of myself in him tbh, were incredibly similar and that isnt necessarily a good thing!! But still i love this man

Favorite moment

Oh man where tf do i BEGIN there are so many ngl, but mostly all of the moments where we see ramuda's humanity. There is still a sweetness left under the darkness, there is still a man who wants to cling onto everything he has - his emotion, his internal battles, his morality vs his desperate need to survive - oh fucking man so much.

Idea for a story

CAN WE FUCKING. HAVE RAMUDA TALK HIS SHIT OUT PLEASE can we just have others actively helping ramuda cAN THIS MAN PLEASE BE SHOWN THAT ITS NOT TOO LATE FOR HIM,,, PLEASE,, i just want ramuda to finally talk out everything and have people on his side. Please.

Unpopular opinion

This probs isnt unpopular by any means, but idk what else to put here so take this:

I dont really see it often discussed that yknow ramuda is an abuse victim. Like, its very clear that chuokhu uses and abuses him, and his life is constantly being hung over his head. No wonder the dude is doing anything he can in order to survive, he has no choice in that regard. Before i get told this in the notes yes i know this doesnt excuse the things hes done!!! But tbh i really think that like the trauma that ramuda is living with kinda needs to be addressed.

Favorite relationship

I am a huge multishipper and have found a way to ship ramuda w just about most people (that are adults and not in chuokhu lol) so this is pretty tough

Id say either fling poly or jkrm and these are my reasons lets go:

Fling poly: HAVE YOU S E E N THEM do i really need to say more here all three of them have such good chemistry together, theyre all clearly on the same wavelength and have such a wonderful dynamic,,, they found out about the clones and shit and they STILL chose to protect ramuda and to fight for him and with him and to stay by his side aND BLACK JOURNEY TOO I-- IM GONNA START SOBBING,,,

Jakuramu: this one is not based on canon too much i am sorry this is mostly hc but i am a huge sucker for enemies to lovers ok also, i feel like out of TDD these two would be the ones to reconcile. After all, jakurai is a rather empathetic man and he probably would def understand the situation that ramuda was in. After all this dude was an ex assassin, if ramuda was to tell him everything, im sure that he would be able to relate to yknow the time he took others' lives, people with families and friends that he killed because he was ordered to and most likely had no other choice. Of course, jakurai is well within his right to not forgive ramuda for what happened to yotsutsuji, but i feel like he would and would help him get out of the situation hes in,,, and also im soft for the TDD era ok like how jakurai WANTED TO KNOW THE REAL RAMUDA AND LIKE,,, even when ramuda snapped at him he was GLAD HE WANTSD TO KNOW HIM FUCK MAN,,, i just really like these two ok

Favorite headcanon

I have quite a lot of hcs! Here are a few and like some explanation as to why:

- hes trans - i personally believe this bc personally itd make sense. Ramuda has a very feminine appearance and build, those that are like typically common in asian countries. As well as that, he has his own autonomy unlike the other clones. It wouldnt surprise me if chuokhu orignally wanted to make a girl to keep the other divisions in check, but when he decided personally that he didnt want to be such a way, they said sure, more room for us to treat you as we want to. Hes got money, getting T wouldnt be that difficult for him either, so thats why his voice is. That way fiaudjsnfnd anyway i think it makes sense!! Idk--

- he has bpd - projection probably but the biggest inspiration for this headcanon is how he is emotionally. His swings are violent - he feels and expresses such a diverse range of emotions and its so easy for him to change his emotional disposition - whilst also mostly feeling totally empty. Relationship wise also, given how he was genuinely really close to jakurai and then completely splitting on him, h a t i n g him. Yeah that sounds like bpd to me chief i know i have it!!! Theres more ik there is but i cant pull up examples rn

- hes neurodivergent - again mostly projection honestly and like there isnt much of a canon basis in his behaviour, just little things, but i like to personally hc that aside from eating candy to stay alive duh, that he chooses lollipops bc they serve as a sort of stim?? Also ik that fashion is his job but hes also so so clearly passionate about it that its a special interest for him, and thats partially why he took it up as a job in the first place, so he could do something related to his special interest lol. Idk i know there isnt any basis for this but just let me have autistic ramuda iaiesjdnsnfn

Doppo Kanonzaka

First impression

Now THATS what i call a tired mf!!! This dude has yves saint laurent eyebags also he really reminds me of aggretsuko somehow??? Im really not sure what it is

Impression now

Yeah i was def right with the aggretsuko comparison siaishsnshfb BUT I LOVEEE HIM i love him very much and i think this man really needs a break and is also very relateable i love

Favorite moment

As much as i love fp i absolutely adore the badass koments that doppo has including when he absolutely fucking obliterated fling posse sksjxnxncn also!! All of his little moments with hifumi i genuinely enjoy their dynamic its so cute

Idea for a story

Honestly i wanna see him slowly recover from the teauma that he has experienced because this king absolutely deserves it, and also from a practical point of view itd make this mf s t r o n g e r i also just.... long to see doppo happy honestly he deserves to smile!!

Unpopular opinion

I dont really have an unpopular opinion but saving like leaving this blank: as much as i absolutely adore jakurai and hifumi and their music (jakurai is my fave out of every hypmic character and i WILL drive this home), to me doppo just has the best music. Like, i love tigridia and BLACK OR WHITE so fucking much its absolutely unreal and all of doppos verses in every song are juust so fucking good. As much as i listen to you are, therefore i am on repeat every day of my life doppos music is just the best ✨

Favorite relationship

Again i am a huge multishipping bitch and i habe a few ships with doppo but in ahll honesty my fave is very clear - i absolutely adore his dynamic with matenrou as a whole and especially hifumi - his relationship with hifumi is clearly so special and it really shows how strong their friendship is, and in a ship sense i find it to be realy cute bc theres such a clear need for each other and that even if they clearly come at odds sometimes, at the end of the days theyre still clearly so close and i just,,, god doppo reallt deserves someone like hifumi in his life and im so glad that he has it!!!!

Favorite headcanon

Honestly i dont really think i have too many for doppo but given his general demeanor and his attitude, i personally hc him as demi. Yeah i know that sexualities dont have like typical personalities and such but i feel like given his anxieties around new people and how he clearly only really sticks to those that hes very close with, it makes more sense for him to be demi than any other sexuality to be quite honest - and this is also just pushing my hifudo agenda aiqiauansnssn but yknow!!!!

[jindoelf]

200404 Eunhyuk Online Birthday Party (full trans)

https://youtu.be/wKfjaJyzplQ

🎁은혁이와 함께 온라인 생일파티🎁 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNHYUK)

hyukjae says he is at shindong's studio haha the one shindong usually does shindongdaengdong

ded omg they are making hyukjae make the dalgona coffee

hyukjae barely started to whisk and he says he is almost done LOL SURE BB

Hyukjae says he will call the members and if they manages to say certain words, he will pass on to the manager to whisk

the words the members have to say is "saranghae" and hyukjae was like...'which members will say 'saranghae' to me?'

hyukjae just needs to call donghae lol simple

OMG LOL HE CALLED HEECHUL AND HEECHUL SAID HE WANTED TO CALL HIM TO CONGRATULATE HIM AND HEECHUL SAID I LOVE YOU 😂 so its a succes

hyukjae is gonna continue to call the members

He is gonna call yesung and yesung has to curse at him in order for it to be a succes

hyukjae is making shindong decide the words donghae has to say and shindong said 'lee donghaek' but hyukjae suggested 'onyongnyongnyongnyong'

donghae singing happy birthday my e oppa

Donghae did the onyongnyongnyong but he was late so he failed. Then hyukjae said why are you always late then donghae said he is not! then hyukjae was like why cant you catch up with me??? then donghae said dont you know we have to keep a distance now due to corona???

Apparently donghae went to buy presents for hyukjae at the same place hyukjae went to buy presents for his mom and they were there at the same place but they didnt know

DONGHAE GAVE HYUKJAE THE SAME SWEATSHIRT HE IS WEARING AND THEN HYUKJAE DIED AND DONGHAE SAID 'WE ARE A COUPLE WE HAVE TO WEAR COUPLE STUFF'

DONGHAE GAVE HIM THE SAME PAIR OF SHOES HE IS WEARING HELP AHHAHA DONGHAE IS LEGIT PLAYINGF IT UP

(teukables)

Donghae and his random youtube videos.... not considered as youtuber to Hyuk?

Omg he knows how to do the put hand behind item to let the camera focus on it thingy!!

Donghae's birthday

Hyuk: It's my birthday, why do I have to do this (making dalgona coffee)?

elfs asked him to speak nearer to the mic so he’s like “then you have to give up either one. it’s either my face or my voice”

he's asking how long he has to stir?! Can't believe he hasn't watched any videos on how to make dalgona coffee

Why are there random cute stickers appearing w people's names ah? How do they send them?

he is asking why (he has to do it), it's his birthday again

*""

Hyukjae says he will call the members and if they manages to say certain words, he will pass on to the manager to whisk

the words the members have to say is "saranghae" and hyukjae was like...'which members will say 'saranghae' to me?' LOL

Heechul was like "Saranghae bobo (I love you xx)"

Heechul confirmed be like ???

The 30 April 2012 Airport Fashion Concept question was one of the Q&As in the 2020 Seasons Greeting scratchcard!

(haekjoyce)

hj: i have to call donghae next. what shld i get him to say?

sd: shld i help u pick? smth hard for him to say... this kid... lets get him to say his nickname "lee donghaek"

hj: shld i just get him to say nyonyoynyoo

right donghae. what to do if he curses? they curse a lot with me. right so "nyo nyo nyo ynoo"

dh: happy birthday to you

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: happy birthday to you

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: my e oppa

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: did u do ur birthday party

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: oh u did thats nice

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: did u eat seaweed did u talk with ur mom

hj: nyonynoynoy

dh: nyonynoynoy

hj: oh????? ur late!!!!

dh: im never late!!!

hj: ur always a step behind me

dh: ur a step behind me!!!!

hj: ur like 2m behind me

dh: nyonynoynoy

hj: u shld have did this earlier!!!

dh: nyonynoynoynyonynoynoynyonynoynoy

hj: oh u speak well. right by

dh: where are you?

dh: (in the live) happy birthday to you

hj: ??????

dh: i told u i was never late comepared to u !!!!! didnt i !!!!!! ah!!!!!!!! nyonyonyonyooo!!!!

hj: u shld have said so earlier!!!!!!!!

hj: ahhh hthats why the cake only comes out now!! i was wondering why we didnt start with the cake right away. u shld have come earlier

dh: (sings happy birthday) u have to blow the candles with ur nose

hj: shld i try one? oh it works?

eunhae: (laughs)

hj: bring me tissue!! ahhh its the first time i wear this

dh: birthday presents

hj: did you buy them

dh: what are you talking about

hj: i'll check. bring ur receipts.

dh: why do u need to do this

hj: u checked last time when i came didnt u

hj: oh u went there????

hj: bring me another tissue

dh: u don't need it. here!

hj: ???? thats not a gift thats just u promoting!!!!!

dh: no just put it on!!! put it on!!

hj: thats just u promoting!!!

dh: no!!!

hj: then u talk

dh: i really really want to meet you guys. really really really want to meet you guys. oh i will clean it up for u (the stain)

dh: u bought me couple gifts last time didnt u !!!!!!!!!!!!

hj: i did (laughs) ah this is so annoying!!!! we look crazy !!!!!

hj: oh this is shoes? ah this fucking?

hj: ??????????

(couple shoes)

hj: are you fucking crazy. youre crazy

(* pun with shoes and fuck)

hj: i cldnt even think about this (this event)

dh: u needed this right (beauty products)

hj: oh yea. is it the new one? the limited edition

dh: its just how it is

hj: the bag's too big just for these two products

dh: (pulls out couple lipbalms (?????))

hj: woooow youre the worst. this is the worst video ever (laughs) whats this

dh: mother gift

hj: oh i gave a gift for ur mom too. oh i think i bought the same gift for mom

dh: she can use it for a long time

hj: this is the worst

dh: (forces a kiss on hyukjae)

hj: wtf ?????? get off!!!!

hj: this is the worst video ever

hj: wah i want to cry

dh: of course

hj: not bc of you

hj: i cld never have imagined it.... is there water?

hj: oh right, the dalgona? oh you did a lot! then you do it (donghae)

hj: show them, is that enough?

dh: it smells like dalgona coffee

hj: wah my mind is blank

hj: oh its a cheap cake right? about 1,000W right? looks cheap

hj: oh right there was a game

dh: werent u supposed to end it in an hour

hj: idk i do whatever i want. lets do the mission together. everyone what shld i get him to say? oh english? just enligh? oh?? "no challenge no change"

hj: ma-onnnng

sw: hyok

dh: me-honnng

sw: we only call once in a year; on ur birthday

dh: i'll call u in three days

sw: wtf...?

dh: (makes weird noise)

sw: what are you doing

eunhae: (humming the tune of no challenge no change)

sw: nyonyonyo

hj: ma-ong where are you ma-ong

hj: if theres change then there is....

dh: everybody say???

sw: i think its time for your medicine

eunhae: (laughs)

hj: no challenge

sw: i can't say that here theres a lot of people

hj: (usb impersonation) yah yah happy birthday my friend

sw: yes my friend

hj: im on live broadcast

sw:???? its ruined

hj: u failed my mission. u didnt say no challenge

sw: i did

hj: its within 40s

sw: its hard

hj: its bc my birthday is 0404

sw: i kno

hj: ur 0407

next is ryeonggu. what shld i do with ryeonggu. lets hurry up. "im confident"? ok. no other corner, we'll only do this (laughs)

hj: he's not picking up. ryeonggu. ryeonguuuuu. im confident!!!! that kid... hes not busy though. he doesn't have schedules though. does he pick up ur calls? try calling him

dh: then hold this for me

dh: i shld cut off my hair

hj: right hes just not picking up right? its not just my calls right

hj: right then last is kyu. ryeonggu is a fail. hes not picking up. next is kyu. what shld we do with him. "its the worst"? i will try.i shld just sing then. he keeps saying my singing is the worst

kh: hyunnng

hj: (sings)

kh: hyunnnng

hj: (sings)

kh: what are u doing

hj: (sings)

kh: ...hello?

hj: kyu?

kh: hyung ur rly bad at singing

hj: i was just pretending

kh: ur really bad

hj: if u had to say one word what wld it be. i have to hear a word from u

kh: ah "the worst"

hj: ahh!!!! why didnt u say it earlier. its too late now! kyuu

kh: hyung

hj: im doing the birthday party

kh: i heard its at 6pm. im not doing mine bc of u.

hj: ah bc they might not watch? u pushed it back

kh: hyung dont sing

hj: i will dance

kh: ah then thats ok

hj: anyway someones here

kh: who

hj: an athlete

kh: really? lee donghae?

hj: ur good

kh: im good ofc

dh: kyukyukyukyu

kh: donghaiiii. its the two of u

hj: yes its just the two of us. d&e has to do it

hj: am i done? lets eat it

dh: do we have to drink it with a straw? i never tried it

hj: oh this is weird (lipbalm)

dh: its cool right? feels cool. drink it in oneshot

hj: do i have to mix it? no? do i just drink it like this? u hvae a coffee shop, how do i do it?

dh: just dirnk

hj: (drinks)

hj: yah!!!!! theres no milk !!!! its bitter !!!!!!

hj: ohhh youtube is fun!! shld i do it? shld we do it? dont u do it?

dh: i don't do it like that

hj: do it and i will come over to play

dh: no no no no

hj: u shld call ur youtube nononono

dh: teuk hyung does it for 4 hours

hj: oh thats a problem. hes got a disease.

dh: i iwll leave now

hj: try it first. it s weird though? is tat how its supposed to taste?

dh: thats weird

hj: is that right? is that how its supposed to taste

hj: anyway u can leave. i will see you nononono

dh: nonononono

i did the the cake, the dalgona coffee and the game. whats next. ah the most important part, the questions! i was wondering what id do in an hour but its alrdy an hour. thats why teuk hyung does it for 4hrs. and since i don't hear u its quite alright (laughs)

the coffee isnt that good, the milk is good though. yeah its good everyone

i will start eunhyuk's quiz! drum. did u hear the drum sound? theres this thing from shindongdaeng's studio. shld we try listening to applause? is it coming out? ah no? (laughs) well

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Stay Ch. 16

Master List

Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: Angst, and fluff, and feels oh my!

A/N:  So yeah I swear I wroth an authors note for this... but idfk what happened. 

ANYWAY! Thank you all for being so patient while I got my life together. This one is also short and sweet (guess that’s the mood I’m in). However, y’all should know me by now. This is just the calm before the storm. 

Hope you enjoy this one my pumpkins! 

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March 2007

At some point in the last five months, you’d stopped recognizing yourself. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Y/N. Her hair was different, down to even the eyebrows. Her accent distinctly that of a life long Londoner. She worked for an independent UK couture fashion magazine, chose wine over whiskey, and was distinctly heterosexual.

When the chance to work this job requiring deep cover came up in December you jumped on it. You didn’t want to be you anymore. The you that couldn’t be with the woman you loved. The you that was heartbroken. The you who was beginning to doubt that you’d ever be happy. Fuck her.

Being Charlie Daniels was far better. She was, of course, a real person. Just one who was now living comfortably in the Bahamas courtesy of MI6. Even legit agencies had use of freelance talent every now and then.

Settling into her life had been easy. Not setting her boss on fire or blowing his brains out daily was a different task altogether. Turned out that a magazine was a great front for a crime empire. Lots of international travel, young and beautiful and desperate men and women, money exchanged in countless untraceable ways, on and on. And this fucker was happy to take advantage of every single disgusting avenue it opened up.

You almost had everything you needed to hand to MI6, get your obscenely large payout, and get on to another gig while they threw all of these bastards into cells to rot for the rest of their miserable lives. Just one more trip. After whatever horrible things they lay out in Tokyo you’ll be set.

Tokyo is one of those cities you can lose yourself in. Like New York but better for its interesting balance of vibrancy and grounded reserve. You absolutely love it.

The whole point of the trip, at least on the surface, was to focus on Fashion Week Tokyo. Honestly, there was a part of you that wished this was your world. Nothing but runway shows and after parties. Writing about the latest trends rather than delving into the inner workings of the worlds miscreants

Oh well. It was nice enough to pretend. You had to admit that you’d miss Charlie Daniels once you shed this skin in a couple of weeks.

You’re sitting two people down from your boss at an underground show. The level of security here screams that there are other things going on behind the scenes but it’s still a room filled with a who’s who of the Japanese and international fashion communities.

This was your third show of the day, and you knew there would be a party after where you’d have to schmooze all while plucking information from your unsuspecting fellow guests. You’re exhausted. So rather than pay much attention to the show you let your mind wander.

When she walks out you feel her rather than see her.  Slowly you turn your head to stare dumbstruck at the model walking onto the catwalk. Your heart begins beating against your ribs, your mouth goes dry, your hands shake.

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your emotions in. To not scream “Natasha!” at the top of your lungs. To not grab her and run for the hills. Charlie Daniels and her easy life be damned. It’s hard but you manage.

As she turns and comes back down, passing now closer to you, her eyes don’t graze  the crowd at all. Head up, shoulders back, she walks the runway like she’d been doing it for years.

The rest of the show is maybe ten minutes but it feels like years. You know the models are all attending the party. Eye candy for the high end guests.

It’s fairly easy to ditch your coworkers in the crowd as you try to find the best vantage point in the room without being too obvious. After a solid twenty minutes, you find yourself planning an escape route. Most of the models are milling about but she’s no where to be seen. You will find her.

But you know you can’t skip out just yet. At the bar, you order a red wine and make yourself seen. Charlie would never miss the whole party after all. You spend a bit chatting with designers and a few models, feigning interest in the whole thing until you hear your boss call out to you.

“Oy, Charlie!” Carl’s voice alone makes you want to put him down. When you turn he’s waving you over to the bar. Sighing heavily you head over.

You’re about ten feet away when you see her, head back laughing at something Carl or his friend had said. Both men are far to close to her for your liking and the hungry look on Carl’s face sets your blood boiling.

He slings an arm around your shoulders and you carefully coach your face to not show disgust. “Charlie here is my best writer. Doin’ some pieces for us on this whole thing,” he waves his other hand around wildly.

“Good to meet ya, Charlie, I’m Dan,” the other man, clearly American says.

“Likewise,” Natasha doesn’t react to the accent at all.

“This here is-”

“Natalie,” Natasha cuts him off, extending a hand to you. Holding her eyes with yours you take it. It’s like touching a live wire.

“Natalie is an American model working here in Japan. May be a good topic for a piece.” He ribs you leaning closer, “And a good piece for the office eh?” Suddenly that MI6 money seems far less appealing.

“I’d love that,” Natasha beams. “Why don’t you guys go mingle and Charlie and I can chat!” The men exchange a glance, but there’s plenty of fresh meat around to sink their teeth into.

Carl flashes you a greasy smile and a wink as he walks away. Thinking clearly that you’re going to snare this woman for him. You, unfortunately, had a few others. Not something you were proud of. Demands of the job you told yourself.

“She’ll take a vodka neat,” you tell the bartender.

“Yes,” Natasha smiles at him, “Whiskey for her. Makers if you have it.” He thinks nothing of it and makes your drinks.

“So, how’s modeling in Japan?”

“Probably about as good as writing for a sleazy jackal.”

You laugh, “That bad? What’s the goal.”

“Getting a cover,” you commend the clever word play.

“That’s a good goal. Long term?”

“Something like that.” She takes a sip of her vodka, “How long are you here?”

“End of the week.” Your skin itches to touch her. The men are rounding back. You hold her gaze and shift your eyes back to them. She catches on.

“Perfect! It’s so hard to have a good interview here, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you come by my hotel?” You whip out your spare key card. “I’d love to get your story for the mag, maybe do a full feature.”

“A feature would be excellent exposure!”

“Wouldn’t it?” Carl slides up next to her. “We can get you all the exposure you could want Ms. Natalie.”

“Charlie was telling me all about it.” She flashes him a coy smile. “Thank you so much Charlie! I forgot I have a late fitting tonight for another show so I’ve got to run. But we’ll chat soon yeah?”

“Absolutely! It was so good to meet you Natalie.”

“Same! Bye!” She hurries through the crowded room and disappears.

“Busy girl.” Carl quips. “Whiskey?” You look down at the glass by your hand.

“Some guy sent them over,” you gesture to Natasha’s lipstick stained glass. “Seemed rude to refuse. Can’t stand the stuff though.”

“That’s a mans drink,” Carl laughs at his own perceived joke and you force a smile.

Somehow you make it through the rest of the evening. You’d refused to allow yourself to hope that she’d be here, too obvious to come the same night, better to wait. Kicking off your shoes you head straight to the mini bar and crack open a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

“You really need to be more careful,” Natasha’s voice comes from the bathroom. “I mean not even checking around. Sloppy.”

“Charlie Daniels doesn’t have to check for Russian assassins in her bathroom,” a smile pulls your face so tight it hurts.

“Well, Natalie Rushman isn’t a Russian spy. So…”

You let your real accent resurface as you pull her into your arms, “Natalie Rushman, I don’t know if that’s clever or lazy.” She kisses you hard, tongue sliding over your lips hands gripping your ass.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Kinda like the accent.”

“Oh?” You revert to the clipped posh Londoner sound. “Would you rather be with Charlie? I hate to break it to you, she’s strictly into dick so you may need to get a bit creative.”

Natasha’s head falls back with laughter, “I’m always into a challenge but,” she cups your face in her hands, “I’d much rather Y/N, she’s got a cute accent too.” Your kiss is soft this time, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Gently you push a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this smart? Are you gonna get-”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was risk.” She pulls away and tugs you toward the bed. “There’s no surveillance on me here, I check in every week, that’s it. This is strictly to build a cover.”

“Cover for what?” She gives you a sideways glance. “Right. National security.”

“Do you really want to talk about work?”

Smirking at her you push her back on the bed. “Maybe later.”

You lean down to her but she stops you by planting a strappy heel in the center of your chest. Trailing your fingers down her leg you snag a knife from her thigh holster. Carefully you slide the blade under the straps, the incredibly sharp edge cuts through the thin suede like it’s nothing.

“Those were very expensive you know,” eyes sparkling with desire.

You slip the shoe off and toss it aside. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Your lips press against her ankle.  

Everything in your life until her was so fleeting. Even your own name, the sound of your own voice, who you were… But with her, you were grounded. You weren’t anything but her’s, you were Y/N.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed. Caressing her muscular calf you just stare at her eyes. Emerald green, dark liner, lids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

“Natasha…” Your voice cracks and you fight for composure.

“Y/N? What is it?” She shoots up, cradling your face in her hands.

You shake your head, unable to really find the words and unwilling to send this storm of emotions to her. “I just…” You cover her hands with your own. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do. But…

“Can we just… I just wanna hold you…” Her expression immediately softens, eyes sparkling a touch with tears. “Sorry… I… I just…”

“I’d love that, baby.” Tenderly her lips brush yours, then your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids as they flutter closed.

You shed your clothes and crawl into the plush bed. Holding tight to one another you spend hours drifting in and out of sleep, covering the other with soft kisses. Before the sun rises your hands wander southward.

This time you don’t fuck one another senseless. It feels like you’re trying to memorize every curve, every sound, every subtle thing that marks being together. You both know you many not get to do this for some time. The knowledge aches but it doesn’t make having her any less sweet.

Post Snap

You lean your head back on the wall behind the booth. The crying man from last night is gone, you find yourself hoping that he’s resting peacefully somewhere… even though you know it’s pointless to hope for such things.

There are more people filling the bar than there was before. The TVs are off, radios turned up, reporters frantically trying to determine what happened. It was global, that was clear. All planes grounded, trains stopped, communications spotty due to damaged cell towers.

A man speaks frantically to someone who seems to be a friend that he was heading to Nuremberg from Budapest, how the roads are almost not navigable. He doesn’t know if his family is even still there but he has to find out.

Despite his distress, your lips curl a bit at the mention of Budapest.

[multiphandomunnies]

kill this love | introduction

genre: angst authors note: welcome to my intro for my new series! in this part you're just supposed to meet the characters. if this gets good feedback ill work on the first proper part. twice haunted house au is almost ready to post,,im just scared to disappoint yall with how anti-climatic it is. i feel like yall really like the twice series but im not doing it justice  trigger warning: mentions of abuse and details of death admin: mirae

“My distant grandfather was once a famous and skillful detective,” Donghyun said while placing the old and dusty box of files on your clean desk. You blinked at the sight of thousands of dust particles falling onto your desk and photos. “Jo Donghyuk was his name, he was involved with the supposed murderers of 7 girls” he added proudly. 

“Oh really? I'm the first detective in my family,” you replied while casting a quick glance at him. Donghyun could talk for hours if you had said the wrong thing, it took you a while to learn how to make him stop but after months of working with him, you knew the secret. 

He rolled his eyes at your statement “Good for you, kid. Just do me a favor and go through these files and find something to do,” he said, grabbing a stack of files from the box and slapping them on your desk. You stared at them in awe, body filling with curiosity.

 The station you worked at was extremely dead and barely any crime happened in your small town. As a result, your boss decided to make you look through some relatively recent cold cases. The first file you opened was only 10 years old. 

“Kim Jisoo, Age 28,” you read as you stared at the first page. Looking at her ID photo you were amazing with how stunning she looked. Her looks were so youthful and ethereal. It was like she was a goddess and if you were to see her on the streets you would have been certain that she was a model. Jisoo was found dead in a lake with her shirt off. 

At first glance, it would have seemed that it was an accidental drawing. The scene was littered with empty beer cans and various alcohol bottles and her blood alcohol content was extremely high. The officers working the case came to the conclusion that she had too much to drink and tried to go swimming, somehow hitting her head in the process and knocking out in the water, causing her to drown. 

However, that didn't explain the bruises on her wrists and previous extreme trauma on her elbow. You felt sick while reading the file, the police didn't even try to solve her murder. They rarely brought any suspects in for questioning, the only person they brought in was her boyfriend who was out of the country at the time. Not once did they listen to the families pleas to relook into her death. 

“Another case where the justice system failed them,” you sadly sighed while turning the page of her file. “Jisoo had so much going for her, she had just begun an internship at a graphic design company that she had been wanting to get into for years. She was a hard worker and she never once drank that much, she had a goal in mind and wouldn't let anything get in her way,” her close friend testified to the police station. “It's like they didn't even try or care enough when this poor girl was clearly murdered,” you thought to yourself, eyes darting around the small station almost warily as you took in everything. 

It was only 10 years ago that she was killed, the station had barely changed in that time as Donghyun always told you “The only thing different about this station from 20 years ago is that you're here,” you recalled the time at lunch that he spent the whole time talking about the worn out building rather than eating the dinner his lovely wife made for you both. You peered around the corner of the building to catch a glance of the older man cheering quietly as he watched a soccer game on his computer. 

Hands reaching out you closed her file and decide to open the next one, Jennie Kim. “Jennie Kim, age 30, a South Korean native who was raised in New Zealand,” just like Jisoo, Jennie was stunningly gorgeous. Her cat-like eyes pulled you in a trance, it was like you could feel her near you like she was encouraging you to go on. You felt yourself be pulled in as you opened her file and read through it. A CEO of a new fashion company, Jennie worked hard for her career. Jennie was another girl who was betrayed by the justice system. She was found at the bottom of her apartments stairwell, neck broken and body resting in a pool of blood. Judging by her high heels and the empty alcohol bottles police just assumed she fell down the stairs.

 It was tragic, really, but there wasn't anything they could really do about it. For Jennie, they didn't even bother to investigate it as a murder. Tears welled up in your eyes, your chest felt like someone was pushing on it heavily. Hurriedly you closed the file and open up the next one, hoping to be able to calm down some more. 

“Rose Park, 32, Australian beauty,” you read, heart feeling even heavier. Rose was fresh out of a toxic relationship, rumors had it that her boyfriend could be abusive but they were never proven true. She died in a car accident one stormy night after a bad night with her boyfriend. A hit and run that left her body rot in the mud, bugs crawling all over her making it hard for police to pull basic DNA testing. Obviously, the police looked into her boyfriend but there was nothing against him, he complied with everything they said and even offered to do a lie detector test. His alibi was proven true as his friend admitted that he came over to his place after the fight and they went for a couple of drinks. The police were still technically looking into the case but they hadn't found anything yet and just like the other 2, they had given up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could've sworn you saw a girl wave at you. Whipping your head in the direction you began to blink rapidly and rub at your eyes, trying to figure out why your mind was playing such a cruel trick on you. There was definitely a girl next to you, as you remembered what you had just seen a chill ran down your spine. It was getting late, the sudden desire to go home filled every ounce of your body. Looking back at the file of the poor girl you wiped a tear and hurriedly closed it to grab the last file. Opening it you were filled with dread once more. 

“Lalisa Manoban, 34, Thailand native.” Lisa was a dance instructor for one of the biggest dance studios in town, her life was finally going the way she wanted as she was newly engaged to her boyfriend of 2 years. Her murder investigation was still going on. She was found dead in her apartment, the door kicked down and the rooms trashed. At first glance, it looked like a robbery gone wrong as her engagement ring and all the jewelry that she owned where not to be found. Her fiance was investigated at first but he was at work at the time of her murder so they had no choice but to let him go. As you stared at her file, hatred for the corrupt system growing, you couldn't help but notice one thing.

 The 4 girls were killed exactly 2 years apart, if there really was a serial killer on the loose then the pattern shows that they would strike again this year. You closed all the files with a heavy weight on your shoulders, in that moment you decide you wanted to help their families. 

“Donghyun! I'd like to investigate these cases, please,” you said while rushing to him and placing the files on his desk. He jumped at the sudden action, spilling her ramen on his chest. “Huh,, yeah sure go ahead,” he barely pared you a glance as he cleaned his shirt. For once you were happy with the lack of order in the station, most places wouldn't have let you touch the files but Donghyun just didn't care. “Hey kid, let's call it a day, yeah?” he asked, finally giving you a glance. 

You nodded your head and clutched the files tighter. You would go to bed tonight and started on the investigation into their murder tomorrow, a fresh day. Grabbing your phone you sent a quick text to your boyfriend “Hey babe,,Im getting off work now and Ill be home soon!” 

[nutwit]

5, 14, and 32 for the dnd ask meme, please!

o shit another one ok!

in the words of the good red man, here a we go i think i said that last time actually oh well

5. Favorite NPC

Oh that’s a tough one.  I think it’s tied between Bernard Tripsocket, gnome conspiracy theorist, Julian Montressor, the dapper physicist pirate captain of the Stern played by Christopher Jackson, and Mzumiel (Zoomy), a three-city-block-long beta fish eel monster, demon lord of the fourth column, master of the ethereal and lover of model trains, the billion-eyed and long-mouthed, and owner of the most soothing telepathic southern accent this side of the underdark.

this next one’s a doozy so its under the cut

14.  Introduce the other parties you’ve played in / DMed

I’ve DMed for just one other party, and played in just one other party too.  And technically speaking, the party i DMed for was part of the same story as all the characters in the last answer?  Here let me explain.

There are three parties:  the CFRP, the Freelancers, and the Librarians.  The CFRP stands for Center for Firmament Research and Protection, and they’re the party I outlined last #asked and answered.

The Freelancers are a team of legendary heroes *snrk* who do adventures for hire.  They’re honestly a more traditional dnd party, but we play the freelancer campaign in dungeon world, so fuck you.

Helios Amastacia, high elf paladin.

Remember Venus Amastiacia from the last post?  Her older sibling has been out looking for their wayward sister for years.  Helios is built like a brick shit house and bares the power of Tyr, the one-armed god of tactics and war.  They’re by far the most level-headed of the bunch.  Strong parent vibes but also strong sibling vibes, and also just generally very strong.

Tex McCree, human fighter.

Jesus Fucking Christ this man.  He’s fucked his way across half the continent, at some point toppled some kind of feudal lineage, accidentally got a lordship, peaced out of that and found A Shotgun, somehow, sweet-talked his way into bed with the chairwoman of the Shatterpeak Council (Keegan’s mom), he’s a mess!  He’s a mess!  He got grossed out by touching a dead body like a week ago!

Mira the Blade, human thief.

She’s the best thief in the world.  No, really.  I’m not just saying that, it’s important for her character arc.  She’s even stolen from the Amastacia vaults, which she and Helios have laughs about sometimes.  She likes to push the limits of her abilities and wouldn’t be caught dead in a bathing suit for a number of unspecified reasons.  Very gay, extremely gay.  Has an as-of-yet unidentified link with Nikolai Hoobluff from the CFRP campaign.  :3c

Hollik Bannagammer Merrilin, gnome bard/barbarian.

Baby boy.  He just wants to write good songs about his heroes, Mira and Helios.  Him and Tex are very good chaotic friends who have never caused problems ever for the party in any circumstances.  One time he bought approximately 2000 dollars worth of fish from a butcher at 4 in the morning.  His catchphrase is, “Hello, new friends!”  Also if you hurt his friends he will kill you.

Sunbeam Talbot, halfling ranger.

So this one’s fun.  In the second arc of the Freelancer campaign, before Talbot joins up, they get hired by Hollik’s brother Bernard to steal his notes back from the museum he recently got fired from because his notes prove some big conspiracy or whatever.  Talbot happened to work at that museum, and Mira tried to steal his ID to get in, but Talbot clocked her before she got away.  So now that the museum’s been destroyed by ancient death roots from beyond time (don’t ask), he’s hunting her down to figure out what the fuck is going on.  Also, in the CFRP campaign, he’s the head of the CFRP. 

So, for those of you keeping track, the timeline is super convoluted and intriguing.  I have a lot of reveals I really really want to get to, so hopefully we’ll be able to start playing again once school lets out after next week.

So that’s the Freelancers.

The Librarians are a group of relic hunters brought together by a mysterious pair of brothers to recover a mirror from an ancient ruin that totally isn’t made of rebar and concrete for undisclosed reasons.  We haven’t played much with them because Katie’s been busy but I’m totally in love with her world.

Alys al’Damo, half-elf wizard.

Alys is off looking for the chosen one to guide them on their quest for something something.  She doesn’t really know who or what she’s looking for.  All she has to go on is vague prophecy and tarot-like character descriptions that she adheres to vehemently.  She also has a very good hawk familiar and specializes in fire magic.

Vix Sen, half-orc bard.

Vix is a very strong very sexy fashion designer.  She’s the Edna Mode of dungeoneering.  She’s designed turtlenecks for the king of all turtles probably.  Mostly she spends her time nowadays casting three thunderwaves in a minute jesus fuck Vix please I like having EARS.

Jedediah Brookes, human warlock.

Doctor Brookes is very dirty and greasy and very nice.  He has a secret doctor’s office in the seedy part of town where he stitches people up for free if they’re down on their luck, but in secret, like batman.  But surgery doesn’t explain his witch bolts.  Turns out his dad is a god of healing or something?  And Jed, being great, begrudgingly made a pact with him to be his emissary on earth.

Cederus Dur-Barundeaunt, dwarf cleric.

This boy is mine!  Cederus is a very old, very wise dwarf who’s spent most of his life in the clergy.  He’s that sort of old man style rascal where your pop pop would smuggle you a sweet when your mom said no sweets.  The most important part of his characterization though, and the reason I love playing him so much, is because of a bit of worldbuilding I did with Katie.  Dwarves in this world calcify as they get old.  Cederus is getting on in years, and two parts have already started to turn to limestone:  his upper leg, and his eyes.  He is totally blind and relies on his familiar to see.

I had to do some homebrewing with Katie to make Cederus work right because clerics aren’t supposed to have familiars and I had to start at level 2 for this campaign.  He’s got an extremely thick french accent.  I love him.

AND FINALLY

32.  Your favorite role to play (tank, healer, etc)

I haven’t played many roles actually (I’m the DM it’s my curse), but honestly, I don’t even think of characters like that at this point.  I’m not really very interested in playing any particular “role“ over the others, because I’m not really into that kind of play?  The numbers and the mechanics are a lot of fun, sure, but the reason I play DnD is to write a good story with my friends!  I’d much rather play a character with a motivation or theme that I’m really into than fill a party role, although roles can be useful in coming up with motivations!

THIS WAS SO BIG IM SO SORRY and also very late!  but if anyone is interested in more of this, let me know!

[wannasoftimagine]

lee daehwi as your soulmate

imagine having daehwi as ur soulmate where u have the date u meet written on ur wrist

(as requested!)

ur soulmate clue isnt really visible for awhile just bc ure like. a tiny kid for the first majority of ur life lol

for awhile u just have a smudge of ink on ur wrist so,,, u dont rlly have a choice but to let it be

ANYWAYS

once u start to get older, the markings on ur wrist start to become more and more clear

ure not super sure if theyre letters or numbers or smthn else, bc it doesnt show up on ur skin quite right yet

eventually, ure able to decipher it as a set of numbers and ure like. okay cool BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN

u talk it over w some of ur family and friends, and everyone seems to have their own idea abt what it means

but the more ppl u talk to, the more they start to agree tht it seems like a date - for several years in the future

at tht point u realize that its probably the day tht ull finally meet ur soulmate, so theres not rlly much u can do abt it until then

ure a little tempted to try and search for someone with a similar clue, but there are just SO MANY to sort thru tht u decide its not rlly worth it

u try and focus on urself - struggling thru school, spending time w family/friends, typical stuff that most ppl ignore bc theyre too busy searching for their soulmate

honestly its kinda nice knowing when ull meet ur soulmate, since u can relax until then

time passes bc u kno. tht tends to happen in life

SO

it starts to get closer and closer to the date when u meet and NOW the nerves are coming

bc ure like ?? what are they like? what if i dont like them? what if they dont like //me//? where are we gonna meet? what time? do they have the same clue? what if i dont recognize them????

honestly ure a mess of worries by the time the day comes

trying to sleep the night before is almost impossible since ure such a bundle of doubts as u toss and turn in ur bed

come morning, u do ur best to dress as nice as u can

but honestly ure starting to doubt ur sense of fashion and style at this point

eventually u have to calm urself down bc theres no point in stressing out too much, or else ure just going to freak out and have an awful day, soulmate or not

then ure like waaaait a second,,

n u realize tht u dont know when exactly or where ure going to meet ur soulmate

which makes things much harder tbh

u settle on staying on a park bench, watching ppl pass and letting ur wrist casually rest beside u so its out in the open

ure hoping tht someones just going to walk by and be like oH HELLO SOULMATE

as time goes on u realize tht ure not that lucky

actually ure prob rlly unlucky bc bugs seem like theyre attacking u and u take tht as ur cue to leave

ure wandering around a little bit when u stumble across this cute little hole-in-the-wall cafe, so u decide to go in and rest ur feet there

(also maybe meet ur soulmate bc tht would be super Aesthetic u feel)

anyways

u wait around with a cup of coffee and a bagel, hoping that ull see someone walk in with a mark similar to urs

u realize pretty quickly tht it wont happen bc 1) so many ppl keep coming in and out, and 2) no one walks around showing off their wrist tbh

tht leaves u growing more frustrated and worried in ur spot

part of u wants to just approach random strangers and ask “listen im meeting my soulmate today CAN I SEE UR WRIST”

but the realistic part of u is like “what the heck no dont do tht”

u settle on agreeing with the latter

at some point, as ure boring holes into the dozens of strangers frequenting the cafe, u start to nod off

u dont even notice until one of the workers is shaking u awake with a polite smile and telling u tht the store is closing, so ure going to have to please leave

thts when ure like “wow,,, i was rlly tired bc it is LATE outside” but also “WAIT WHAT IF MY SOULMATE CAME HERE WHEN I WAS ASLEEP”

even as u frantically look around, u dont see any cutely written messages from ur presumed soulmate or anything like tht

all u can think is tht maybe ur soulmate clue doesnt mean what u thought it did

after all, its around evening already, and u still havent seen a sign of them

u end up wandering around outside again, too worried abt the possibility of never meeting ur soulmate to be freaked out over the whole “tiny kid walks around alone in the dark!!!!” thing

anywho

u keep checking ur phone (and feeling rlly grateful tht u havent run out of battery yet) and time just keeps to slip thru ur fingers

u end up going to a small restaurant for dinner, but its a place tht uve visited before and u dont see anyone new that could be ur soulmate

afterwards u decide to head on home with a heavy heart

u keep thinking “mb its not the date when we meet??”

but honestly ure not sure what else it could be

like is it the date ur soulmate is born?? but thtd be a kinda creepy age difference,,

and,,,, okay yeah u cant rlly think of anything else

u may or may not get lost a couple of times bc ure so absorbed in ur own thoughts

it doesnt help tht ure not exactly the best with directions

by the time u think ure nearing ur home, ur phone flashes at u with the time 11.51pm and ure like “???!!!!!!!!!!!”

u dont even know what to think at tht point

but then u get hit with the realization tht ure not meeting ur soulmate today and u might never meet them at all, and ure crushed with this aching sense of nothingness

ure just about ready to curl into a ball and just lie on the street for the rest of ur life when u hear someone yell “URE WALKING IN CIRCLES”

and u snap ur head up to try and see who said tht, and u see someone sticking his head out of his window and gesturing wildly

“wHAT” u manage to yell back, bc itd be embarrassing if this guy was trying to help u navigate around and u ended up sobbing back in response

“URE GOING IN CIRCLES UVE PASSED MY WINDOW LIKE 10 TIMES”

and thats.. just as embarrassing tbh

“ARE U LOST??? WHERE DO U LIVE”

all good intentions aside, u frown at his figure to tell him “IM NOT TELLING U WHERE I LIVE”, a pause, and then u add on “U CREEP” bc ure a strong independent individual who doesnt need any freaky dude in ur life

“AT LEAST USE UR PHONE OR SMTHN!!!! URE NEVER GOING TO GET HOME AT THIS POINT”

u feel a little dumb at that bc,,, honestly uve been so wrapped up in ur head tht u kinda forgot u could just use ur phone for directions back home

still just as u pull it out, it flashes a “dead battery” symbol and just. dies on u

“ITS DEAD” u tell the guy, altho ure not rlly sure why ure telling him this bc what if he really is a creep and now he knows u cant call for help ??????????

“IM COMING DOWN”

okay, thats definitely not helping ur i-think-hes-a-serial-killer idea

when he finally closes the window and makes his way down and outside to u, uve prepared urself with a rock

just,, in case,,,,,

(its not even a really good rock but u gotta do what u gotta do)

“i didnt want to keep yelling” the guy says, and he looks much sweeter in person (and when hes not screaming directions at u)

he sticks out his hand and ure like ?? but u take it anyways

“im lee daehwi!! do u want to borrow my phone?” he holds it out to u and even tho ure really tempted to take it, ure still a little skeptical

“if i put my address in there, then ull know where i live and u can track me afterwards”

he seems to find tht both very amusing and very insulting, since his face contorts into a half-laugh half-grimace

its a funny sight in of itself, so u cant help but smile at his expression

u end up bickering a little bit, and by the time he shoves his phone into ur face, u glance at the time and its past midnight and oh

today isnt the day u meet ur soulmate, then

ur face falls and he immediately yanks his hand back, obviously concerned

“are u okay?? whats wrong????”

and even tho hes still basically a stranger u cant help but show ur wrist to him and manage to explain tht u thought u were going to meet ur soulmate today, but its too late bc u still havent met them

but daehwi is giggling and ure like “dONT BE A JERK” but hes already pushing his own wrist into ur face

instead of the date, his reads “11.51 PM” in the same small dark font, and its like oh. OHHHHH

he pushes at ur shoulder, teasing u tht ur clue was more obvious bc “i had to wait around every day to see if i met someone new!!! i just want to sleep but i had no idea when id meet u”

and even as hes pouting u can barely process how relieved u are so u. accidentally zone out juuuust a little bit

he notices of course, and manages to get ur attention by saying “im glad its u tho bc ure super cute”

u stare at him, suddenly super focused on him, and he laughs

“i was just trying to get ur attention, but i do think ure rlly cute”

ure both still a bit in shock, but u manage to carry on conversations well enough bc now tht u know ure each others soulmates, ure desperate to talk to each other forever

he ends up insisting on cutting ur convo short and walking u home bc its so late, but he gives u his number and a quick, embarrassed peck on the cheek with a promise to talk to u soon

its even harder to fall asleep that night, ur head filled the memory of daehwi grinning at u like ure the best thing hed ever seen

others: jisung | sungwoon | daniel | woojin | more coming soon!

[marlaluster]

A creative n humane n curious n caring n responsible person, me. ....

I feel like i would not have anymore things to write about n so im challenging myself to write again. How about fashion as a topic. I used to think I really liked fashion design as a kid. I used to draw pictures of girls in different outfits i came up with. My sister used to do it, too. I thought fashion design was neat. Then i was told id have to be more into sewing n etc but i didnt feel into it then. Similarly i thought writing had to be more w dialogue n i didnt like dialogue n i thought i could not write dialogue. But i pushed further w writing past that i didnt know how to write dialogue. I more so thought i could write something somehow, a book. I guess one has to think they can do something. But i am a creative type n a philosophical type. Im also very humane n fair n caring about things to be okay. Its all me n it seems lots of areas could fit me i guess. I considered being a counselor at a point. I considered being a dietician. I wanted to be a psychologist. These careers were things i thought of later in life, like in my late twenties. Here i am at 40 now an age i thought things would be settled further n i thought id be doing okay. But it was more like wishful thinking because i didnt do well here so i guess its not so obvious id do okay at some point. Except for that i am a decent person i guess. But really i dont imagine id really have thought id ever be okay really. I must have thought i would end or change the world. That is what i thought. Here i am n its changing or having the gripes to be going toward changing. I guess i didnt do so bad afterall if im waiting for change to come further n further. There are more mentions of things as not okay. There was Phil Borges n Jon Jandai in those TEDx talks. Its bad the devil tampers w the dates so much. "I have to do something where its not really a civil rights movement but i cant really do it," the devil said.

[sadrien]

we know the game

on Ao3

nothing like some good old fashioned nonsense

this is basically crack. right well, i should stop writing after 11pm

enjoy~

Marinette has a few rules when it comes to her partner.

Don’t let him take patrols on his own. He’ll fall asleep on a random rooftop somewhere because he likes to stay out until the break of dawn, watching over the city as it sleeps.

If he calls after midnight, always answer.

Don’t trust him with gifts. He always goes unnecessarily over the top and spends far too much money for her (or anyone else) to be comfortable with it.

Don’t put him in charge of food. For the same reason as the gifts, but also because he’ll eat half the food before she shows up.

Don’t smile at him too much in class. Alya is getting suspicious.

But it turns out that Marinette has to add a new rule to the list:

Don’t let Alya and Nino plan anything for the four of them.

—«·»—

“Are you sure you can’t come?” Marinette asks, pacing back and forth as Tikki watches her burn circles in the floor from the desk..

“I really can’t,” Alya apologizes over the phone. “We can’t find a sitter this last minute and there’s no way my mom is letting Ella and Etta stay home alone.”

“Could you bring them?” Marinette tries. “Because I can just bring more food and—”

“Marinette,” Alya interrupts gently. “With this last week of akumas, I don’t think my mom wants even us going to school. A park without adult supervision? No way.”

Marinette chews on her bottom lip and resists the urge to ask ‘what about superhero supervision?’ Instead, she asks, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Alya sighs. “I’m sorry, I really wish I could come. But you’ll be with Nino and Adrien, you’ll still have a fun time without me there.”

Yeah, but she needs Alya there so she doesn’t make a complete fool out of herself around Adrien. Nino might know about her massive and slightly embarrassing crush, but he’s no Alya. He probably won’t realize Marinette is about to humiliate herself until it’s too late.

“Okay,” she says after a pause. “We’re going to miss you though.”

Alya scoffs. “You see me every day, Mar. You’re probably sick of me at this point anyway.”

“Definitely not!” Marinette protests. She drops into her desk chair and starts spinning circles. “What would we do without you?”

“Probably be at least twenty percent less impulsive,” Alya jokes. “My mom is calling me in the kitchen so I have to go, but I’ll call you later for all the deets.”

Marinette hums in agreement. “I’ll talk to you then. Bye, Al.”

“Bye! Enjoy yourself! Have fun,” Alya says before hanging up.

Marinette buries her face in her hands and groans.

“It’s going to be okay,” Tikki promises. “You spend plenty of time with Adrien! You’re friends!”

Marinette spins so she’s facing Tikki. “But most of the time we spend together alone is as Ladybug and Chat! That’s like…completely different.”

Tikki gives Marinette a look. “How?”

“It’s just— we—” Marinette gestures randomly with her hands. “It’s not the same! We’re not… I don’t?” She drops her head down on the desk. “I don’t know,” she mumbles, hitting her forehead repeatedly against the desktop. “It’s just not.”

Tikki puts a paw on Marinette’s temple. “Marinette, giving yourself a concussion isn’t the answer to this problem.” “Are you sure?” she murmurs. “Because if I have a concussion I can’t go—”

“You like Adrien, don’t you?” Tikki asks.

Marinette sits up with a sigh, pushing her bangs back. “You know I do, Tik. That’s the problem.”

“Do you like spending time with him?”

“Of course, but—”

“You’re going,” Tikki says firmly.

Adrien stares at the texts on his phone, his stomach dropping to his feet.

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      dude im not gonna be able to make it today      i think im dying      ok im not dying      but i do have a fever and am about to take sooo much medication

“You okay there?” Plagg asks from where he’s lounging on top of Adrien’s textbooks.

Adrien nods wordlessly and attempts to seem perfectly calm and collected in his reply.

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      Oh no!!      Drink lots of water and sleep a lot

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      lmao thanks mom      i arleady got the skinny from al      sorry i cant make the picnic ://      i know its your only day off for a while

Yeah, Adrien’s about to be left alone with his partner (who he has a not so subtle crush on) and her best friend (who has a habit leaving them to their own devices whenever possible), so this is good. Great.

He can’t blame Nino for getting sick, but there’s a pretty high chance that Adrien is going to embarrass himself multiple times today.

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      It’s fine, don’t worry about it!      We can Skype later if you want      I’m just worried about making a fool of myself without you there to stop me

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      uhhh who said i was ever gonna stop you??      nah youll be fine dude      just be your usual charming self

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      But Mari

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      is one of your close friends who you like being around      that you just happen to have a crush the size of the eiffel tower on      chill my dude      youll be fine      i have faith

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      I don’t

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      excuse me      i am sick      i do not need this kind of negativity in my life      if i wanted pessimism id call up hawkmoth

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      :(      Ok

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      yo tell me all the details though      i gotta know what im missing      and youre gonna gush about mari anyway

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      …      Yeah I’m not even going to argue that

From: cue the beat drop To: model man      nope      youre not      i can feel the medicin e kicking in      talk to you later

From: model man To: cue the beat drop      Feel better!

Adrien puts his phone down on his desk and pushes his chair away. “I’m going to die,” he says flatly.

Plagg rolls his eyes. “Okay Monsieur Dramatic. If you’re going to die, can we at least get to the park first? I want cheese and you promised.”

Adrien sighs. “Yes, fine. Cheese then death.”

“Perfect.”

“You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine,” Marinette murmurs to herself as she finds the spot they’d picked out in the park earlier that week.

“Breathe, Mari,” Tikki whispers from Marinette’s purse. “It’s all okay. It’s just a picnic with your two friends.”

“Two friends,” Marinette repeats. “Right.” She shades her eyes from the sun and spots Adrien approaching. She raises her hand to wave. ya

“Hey,” he says as he jogs up to her, a bag over his shoulder and another in his hand. “Sorry, I had to grab some extra stuff.”

“Same.” She gestures to the basket on the ground. “Alya has to babysit, so…”

Adrien’s eyes go wide. “Oh, uh…”

Marinette groans. “Please don’t say it.”

He puts his bags down on the blanket and straightens slowly, smiling sheepishly at her. “Nino has a fever and can’t make it.”

She crosses her arms and tilts her head. “Do we really think he’s sick?”

“Uh…” Adrien rubs the back of his head. “I feel like as his friend, I should take his word for it?”

Marinette shakes her head, unable to hold back a smile. “Chaton, you’re far too sweet. We totally got played.”

“Do you really think—”

“Alya.”

Adrien winces. “Okay, yeah, we got played.”

“At least we have food?” Marinette suggests.

He considers the picnic basket for a moment before sitting down on the blanket. “That’s true. Might as well enjoy what we’ve got, right?”

Marinette sits down next to him and is just glad they didn’t have to discuss why they got played. Marinette has to calm down with her pining. If Alya and Nino are scheming, then Marinette is in trouble. Because eventually that means an Alya and Nino intervention. And she really doesn’t want to go through that again.

(“Just ask him out!” Alya had insisted. “You barely ever stutter around him anymore!”

“Until I try to ask him out,” Marinette had said pointedly.

Nino had just shaken his head. “Dude, you just have to do it.)

“So…” Marinette drawls as she starts pulling out food. “How was your day?”

Adrien gives her a weird look and unzips one of his bags. “Uh…fine. After school I just went home and did some homework. And now I’m here. You?”

“Take out the homework and I did the exact same thing.”

Adrien forces a laugh. “Wow we are…really good at small talk.”  

“We never need small talk,” Marinette points out. She fiddles with the cups before handing one to Adrien. “We always have something else to talk about. I don’t think we’ve ever had to talk about the weather.”

Adrien raises an eyebrow and takes the cup from her. “Stormy Weather.”

She shakes her head and pours herself a drink. “Doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because that was work related.”

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Adrien says sagely.

“Consider this,” she suggests, “less puns and more work.”

He scoffs. “That’s an awful idea. Someone has to be the comic relief, and it just so happens that I get to double being that and a superhero. Comic relief and dashing superhero, what more could you ask for?”

Literally nothing, Marinette thinks to herself as she passes Adrien the bottle. Or tries to. Because instead, she knocks over her own cup, and spills her drink all over him.

Adrien jerks back and Marinette slaps her hands over her mouth. They stare at his wet shirt for a long moment before they make eye contact.

Marinette drops her hands and starts apologizing in an attempt to not die from mortification. “Oh my god I’m so sorry—”

“It’s fine! It’s just—”

“I really didn’t mean to I’m just—”

“It’s only a shirt it’s nothing—”

“Literally the clumsiest person ever and—”

Crash!

A loud crash on the other side of the park interrupts their rambling. Both Marinette and Adrien jump to their feet.

“Do you think—?” she asks nervously, wringing her hands. She swallows her embarrassment the best she can. If she has to be Ladybug right now, she can’t die from shame. Unfortunate.

“God I hope it’s not,” Adrien grumbles. He takes the bottom of his shirt in his hands and wrings it out over the grass. “I haven’t eaten since lunch and I’m kind of starving.” Marinette gets enough confidence back to lightly elbow him in the ribs before she goes off to find the source of the noise.

“Don’t be an akuma,” Adrien whispers, a few steps behind her.

She sighs when she spots a knocked over trash bin. That has to be it. “It’s nothing,” she says. “I’m just glad trash didn’t go everywhere.”

With a grunt, Marinette pulls the metal trash bin upright.

“Heavier than expected?” Adrien asks, head cocked and lips curled up in a taunting smile.

She sticks her tongue out at him. “I don’t see you lifting trash cans.”

Adrien flexes his arm. “Don’t need to prove anything when you’ve got guns like these.” Marinette rolls her eyes. “I forgot that I hate you.”

He just shrugs and makes his way back to their briefly abandoned picnic. Marinette trails behind him. He’s clearly not mad about her spilling a drink all over him, but she still feels bad about it and would like to not be reminded of it.

She’s not sure how he’s moved on so quickly while she still feels like she’s dying.

Adrien drops down on the blanket and opens a bag of chips. “If you hated me,” he says after a handful, “you wouldn’t spend so much time with me.”

“You say that like I had a choice in the matter,” she teases, trying not to sound as nervous and awkward as she feels. “Besides, I thought we’d moved on from this.”

“Never, because I know you love me.”

Marinette ducks her head and pretends she’s busy with a sandwich, because she can feel herself blushing bright red. “That’s so not true.”

There’s another crash, this one significantly louder than the last. Marinette looks up with a jolt when car alarms start going off.

Adrien sighs and lowers his sandwich. “We just can’t catch a break.”

“This one’s definitely an akuma,” Marinette says, reaching for her purse as she hears people scream. She freezes when her hand touches blanket. She twists toward the picnic basket, pushing stuff aside and opening the basket. It was right there. She swears she put it there—

“Uh…my schoolbag is gone.”

Marinette meets his eyes. Plagg.

She swallows thickly. “I have some bad news.”

Adrien swears under his breath. “Okay, um, let’s just—” His eyes go wide and he reaches out and grabs Marinette’s hand, dragging them both to their feet. “Maybe if we don’t move it won’t see us,” he hisses.

“It’s an akuma not a dinosaur,” she hisses back.

The akuma has one of Hawmoth’s ghastly bright color palettes, and Marinette can’t exactly figure out what they’re supposed to be. Adrien seems to be equally confused.

When the akuma narrows their eyes at them and floats closer — because of course the akuma can fly because nothing can ever be easy — Adrien clears his throat.

“So, uh…why were you akumatized?” he asks.

Marinette and the akuma stare at him.

“Oh my god.” Marinette hits his arm. “You can't just ask someone why they're akumatized!”

The akuma snarls and shoots at them. Marinette yanks Adrien to the ground and pulls them under the akuma.

“Run!” she shouts, leaping to her feet. She takes off as fast as the shoes she’s wearing will let her, heading toward a cluster of trees with Adrien hot on her trail.

Marinette skids to a stop and slams her back against a tree, panting.

Adrien bends over, resting his hands on his knees. “Where can they be?” he wheezes.

She peers out from behind the tree. “Do you think we lost the akuma?”

He shakes his head. “Even if we did, it’s not for long. We need to find Tikki and Plagg and transform, or we’re in serious trouble.”

Marinette sinks to the ground and pulls off her shoes and throws them a few feet away. She loves the shoes, but if she has to run like that again, that is so not happening. “We’re already in serious trouble. Paris needs Ladybug and Chat Noir and we’re—”

“A mess,” Adrien finishes. “Many, many things have gone wrong today.”

Marinette groans and leans her head back against the tree. “I am so sorry about your shirt. I just— I’m a disaster.”

He laughs. “It’s fine, I promise. It’s incredibly low ranking on unfortunate things that have happened today. Don’t worry about it. Let’s worry about the actual important stuff, like missing kwami.”

“Do you think we can be Ladybug and Chat without kwami?” Marinette muses. “Like as a last resort?” She winces as she hears the destruction the akuma is causing.

“What?” Adrien asks. “Slap on a mask and hope for the best?”

She nods.

“Well our chances of dying increase greatly, but I can’t see a reason not to try.” He gets to his feet and offers Marinette his hand.

She takes it and lets him pull her to her feet. “Barefoot bugaboo,” she says with a crooked smile.

“Tailored tomcat,” Adrien says with a smirk, gesturing to his clothes.

Marinette holds up her fist for him to bump. “To trying our best?”

He shrugs and bumps it. “To trying our best.”

“Nope!” someone shouts. Alya tumbles out of a bush, twigs in her hair and eyes wide. She shoves a bag into Adrien’s hands. “There’s not going to be any dying today.”

Adrien and Marinette stare at the bag. “Um…”

Nino stands slowly from the bushes Alya fell out of. He raises an awkward hand and holds out Marinette’s purse. “You might, uh, want this?”

Marinette hesitates before taking it. “Thank you?”

Her and Adrien exchange a look.

Marinette puts a hand on her hip. “I told you they played us!”

“I’m sorry for having faith in our friends!” Adrien protests.

Tikki bursts out of Marinette’s purse. “Akuma!”

Marinette drops the purse in surprise as Alya shrieks and Nino stumbles backwards, almost falling back into the bushes.

Adrien glances over his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s definitely something we should do.” He unzips his bag and a very unhappy Plagg floats up. “Cheese later,” Adrien says quickly. “Akuma now.”

“You’re going to owe me so much cheese,” Plagg grumbles.

Adrien shrugs. “Whatever. Plagg, claws out!”

Marinette shields her eyes as Adrien transforms in a flash of green light.

Alya and Nino stare at Chat in shock, like the information that they’d overheard hadn’t actually processed until they actually saw Adrien become Chat.

Chat stretches out his arms. “You going to transform, LB, or am I on my own?”

Marinette blinks. “Do you want to?” she teases.

Alya shakes herself out of her daze. “Flirt later, save Paris now!” She pulls out her phone.

Nino covers the camera of her phone. ‘After you’re done,’ he mouths to Marinette.

She smiles gratefully. “Tikki, spots on!”

When the pink light fades, Nino drops his hand and Ladybug has no doubt that Alya is already recording.

“Let’s get this over with,” Chat says. “After all we’ve been through, I think we really deserve this picnic.”

Once they’re transformed, the akuma isn’t actually that hard to defeat. It’s definitely not the hardest akuma they’ve ever encountered, and they cleanse it a lot faster than they usually would. Honestly, Chat chalks most of it up to being absolutely starving. There’s nothing you can’t do when determined and on an empty stomach. If you’re hungry and something’s standing between you and a meal, that something is either getting out of the way or you’re going over it.

They detransform near a store and buy Adrien a new, drier, and cleaner shirt. Marinette tries to pay, but he won’t let her. It’s really not a big deal, it’s just a shirt. He’s had worse accidents backstage before, a spilled drink is probably one the least consequential fashion disasters he’s ever had. Marinette tries to slip money into Adrien’s pocket, but he puts it right back into her purse when she isn’t looking.

She apologizes a few more times too. Adrien accepts the apologies, but he also keeps insisting that it’s fine. He’s just not sure how to convince her yet.

When Marinette and Adrien get back to the park, with their kwamis, they double and triple checked when they left the store, Alya and Nino are sitting on the blanket eating.

“Starting without us,” Marinette asks as she sits down next to Nino. She steals one of his chips.

“Kind of rude,” Adrien points out. “Since we set this all up and you lied to us.”

Alya gives him an offended look. “We lied?” She shakes her head. “You know what, we can have this conversation later. I’d be mad at you for not telling us earlier, but honestly I’m just in shock right now and need some time to process. Sit down and eat.” She pats the blanket next to her.

Adrien sits down and finally gets to take a bite of his sandwich.

“We’re having such a long talk about this,” Nino says. “Like, dude, I have so many questions.”

Marinette raises her eyebrows. “Do you? Or is that the fever talking?”

Nino pulls his hat down over his eyes. “Listen, it was Alya’s idea.”

Adrien looks to Alya, expecting her to roll her eyes and say she’s not entirely to blame, but she just shrugs and says, “I’m not ashamed.”

“Also?” Nino pulls a speaker out of his bag. “I brought tunes. I should be immediately forgiven.”

“Let me look through the playlists?” Marinette asks. “Then we can see about forgiveness.”

Nino hands her his phone to scroll through as he sets up the speaker.

Alya bumps her shoulder against Adrien’s. “Wow, you two are even worse than I thought,” she mutters to him.

“What do you mean?” he whispers back.

She gives him a look. “You’re really just going to pine at each other?”

Adrien feels his face go hot.

“I mean you’re Ladybug and Chat Noir! You have more chemistry than a science textbook.”

Adrien looks over to Marinette, who’s bent over Nino’s phone, going through playlists as Nino gives commentary over her shoulder. His expression goes soft.

Alya scoffs. “You’re ridiculous.” Nino snorts and leans away. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Adrien murmurs to Alya. “But I’m okay with being ridiculous for a little while longer.” For now, just being with Marinette is enough. And that’s really really sappy, but it’s been a long day. For now, he’s going to enjoy their time as friends with their friends.

Marinette laughs as she starts playing a song.

Alya groans and flops onto her back. “Mari—”

Marinette smiles and looks to Adrien eyes twinkling as she shrugs apologetically. “I kind of forgot this was an actual song.”