#like i’m soooo sick & tired of jump scares

[amazingmsme]

Sooner or later within the next 10 (hopefully more like 5) years, if you see something about an absolutely shit your pants terrifying pg13 animated movie… you’ll know who to thank ☺️

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part three.

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yourusername is it time for bahrain yet?! can’t wait to see these two back in action again soon! 🧡

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mclaren We keep asking ourselves the same thing! Our engines are ready and we’re raring to go! 🧡

↳ yourusername you truly understand me mclaren admin

↳ mclaren we think you’re the one who truly understands us y/n

↳ user y/n x mclaren admin?? 🤯 the plot twist none of us saw coming

user missing these lads so much lately

user THE RADIO SILENCE ON OSCAR’S SOCIALS WAS KILLING ME I DEPEND ON THESE MEN TOO MUCH THEY KEEP ME ALIVE 😭😭

user the f1 drought is real rn

user MCLAREN SUPREMACY 2024

↳ user i’m trying to be delulu but we all know it’s just gonna be the mv33 and redbull show again this year 🫤

user soooo are we all just gonna pretend like we didn’t see the pics of her with garrett ward orrrrr?

↳ user no bc i was just thinking the same thing 👀

↳ user wait that was actually her??? cuz you can like barely see her face so i thought it was just a joke???

user what a fake ass bitch

user she only posts other ppl on her acc cuz she knows her ugly ass face would scare everyone else away

user homegirl needs to stay tf away from my man fr 😤😤

user god what a hoe 😒 she already has these two that she could fuck with idk why she needed to go after garrett

user SLUT SLUT SLUT

user if she tries anything with anyone else on the city team i’m gonna lose my shit fr

↳ user same omg

↳ user honestly i’m just glad she didn’t go after grealish or haaland 🙌

↳ user she probably would’ve tried if they weren’t taken already 🙄

↳ user nah i bet she’s totally a homewrecker garrett’s probably just the first on her list

user oh… these comments… 😰

↳ user right???

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yourusername the city boys know how it’s done! and looking pretty good in orange too 😉

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mancity The lads are looking good indeed! This weekend’s match against Newcastle should be an exciting one! ⚽��🩵

mclaren ✍️ Jeremy ✍️ Doku ✍️ and ✍️ Ruben ✍️ Dias ✍️ McLaren ✍️ 2025

↳ mancity Do you think Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri would look good in sky blue? 🤔

user funny how she posts every city man BUT garrett

user god when does she go back to f1??

↳ user march iirc

↳ user well it can’t get here soon enough jfc

user FUCK OFF WE DON’T WANT YOU

user you’re a slag and should accept the fact that any guy would only want you bc of how easy you are

user i’ll bet my left leg that the only reason the f1 boys haven’t shacked up with her yet is cuz they know she’s probably riddled with disease since she drools over every guy that comes near her 😒 like girl needs to bffr and realize that throwing herself at every male in her vicinity isn’t gonna land her a husband and it just making her even more of a slut

↳ user nah i’ll bet they’ve all already done her over in f1 but nobody will touch her now that they’ve passed her round so she had to come over to football just to try and get someone to touch her again 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope garrett realizes how much of a slut she is and breaks up with her

user sick and tired of bitches like this getting with footballers and being all controlling. like i’ll bet she’s gonna tell garrett he can’t go out and party with his mates anymore bc he has to spend time in with her and then she’ll get all pissy about him having female fans bc she’s insecure and knows that if garrett got to meet a REAL fan he’d jump ship immediately. those of us who ACTUALLY care about footballers know their fans are super important to them and we wouldn’t hinder their relationship with them just bc we’re jealous or insecure. garrett needs to be with someone who actually supports him and is willing to let him do what he wants instead of controlling him like he’s a dog on a leash.

user kys like genuinely

user god i can’t wait for this skank to die 😒

“Hey Lando, it’s me. Your best friend. Again,” you give a humorless chuckle. “I could seriously use some of your wizened advice right about now, so, uh, please just give me a call back when you can. Thanks.”

It seems poetic in a cruel sort of way that less than a week ago you were walking Etihad Campus and feeling like you were on top of the world━ working a new albeit temporary gig, adding the Manchester City name to your list of clients, having photos of world-renowned footballers in your portfolio━ and now you’ve resigned yourself to hiding away in the women’s restroom, locked in a stall because it’s the only place you could think of where nobody would be able to find you.

You’re on the verge of tears and feeling rather stupid for it.

It’s the third time today alone that your call has gone straight to voicemail, and with the dozens of unread texts you’ve sent in the last week added to the mix, it’s starting to paint a picture you’re not very happy with. Lando is ignoring you. Or he’s blocked you. Or he’s blocked you because he’s ignoring you━

You bite down on your lip, hard, to keep back the sob crawling its way up your throat.

You’re not a PR officer, you hadn’t been lying when you told Garrett that, but you’ve spent enough time around the McLaren PR teams that you’ve picked up enough tips and tricks to know, at the very least, that the best thing you can do is just ignore the comments.

That’s what they tell all the athletes.

What they don’t tell the athletes is that ignoring the comments is much easier said than done, especially when your career requires you to have such a significant online presence. And the thing is, despite all of these strangers hounding you with every name under the sun and criticizing your capabilities, qualifications, and very existence, the thing that hurts the most is the radio silence from the only person you know could make it all better.

Now, more than ever, you need your best friend. But he isn’t here.

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and unlock the stall with great reluctance. You know better than to be hiding away, shirking your responsibilities while crying over a few missed phone calls. You have a job to do, and a real professional wouldn’t let something as simple as a handful of tasteless comments get in the way of that.

You should be used to them. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Your first month at McLaren wasn’t entirely different.

When you were first hired on, Carlos had been in Formula One for a handful of years already and had built up a devotedly loyal fanbase with a decently large percentage of possessive fangirls who had come for your head the moment your existence had been announced.

The McLaren Instagram account had posted a picture of you standing between their two grinning drivers, your camera strung around your neck, with a very nice caption welcoming you to the team, and despite no indication that you were by any means involved with either of them in a way that went beyond professional, the comments had been taken over by feral teenage girls who saw the act of you simply standing near Carlos to be a direct threat against their “chances.”

Though it had been frustrating being met with childish threats and petty insults in your comments, you hadn’t really held it against any of them. You remember being a teenage girl and crushing on a celebrity. Deep down you knew you never had a chance with them, but that hadn’t stopped you from hanging posters in your bedroom and doodling their name beneath yours inside of scribbled hearts in your diary.

Regardless, it had taken close to a month for the negativity to die down, and you hadn’t had Lando then, either, so now shouldn’t be much different.

In fact, everyone on the Manchester City team━ trainers, physios, media coordinatiors, and anyone inbetween━ has been very polite about everything between you and Garrett. A lot of them have just avoided saying anything about it, which you’re very grateful for because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back your grimace while thanking them for their well wishes, and the few who have mentioned it typically only say something vague like a wishing you the best of luck or hoping you’re happy.

An intern gave you a sympathetic smile the other day, and you’d nearly burst into tears in the middle of the office of the Director of Communications, so you know you aren’t truly alone in this.

You just feel alone.

Exiting the bathroom is a simple affair. There’s no one standing post outside ready to give you any shit for being hidden away, and nobody comes sprinting around the corner as you make your way down the hall to the press conference room that’s been temporarily turned into your base of operations.

You think you’ll probably be able to go the rest of the afternoon without running into anyone, when you open your door and find━ sitting in the front row of the seats typically saved for journalists and the press, scrolling across his phone with a disinterested look painted across his face━ Jack Grealish.

“Jack,” you greet, a bit shocked. You close the door to the room gently behind you, and cross the distance to your desk. “Did we have a meeting scheduled? It must’ve completely slipped my mind, I sincerely apologize.”

He offers you a polite smile. “No, we didn’t, so no need to be sorry. I actually just wanted to check in. See how things are going with everything.”

You blink at him in surprise. Apart from Garrett, you haven’t really had much time to speak with the other players. They wish you good morning and good afternoon when they see you, and if a ball goes astray they always call out for you to watch your head, but between their morning training and their afternoon training, their strategy reviews at lunch, and the frequent in between meetings with physios, nutritionists, and trainers, they don’t get much time to chit chat with a simple photographer.

You clear your throat, “Erm, it’s going well. I’ve gotten some really good shots these past few days. There’s one with Rodrigo that I’m particularly proud of. It should do well with the fans.”

“And things with Ward?”

You purse your lips.

“Figured.” Jack sighs. “Look, nearly everyone you run into here knows or has at least some inkling into what he’s like. He’s a prick. None of the lads on the team like him, it’s why the managers are trying to get him out of here.”

You lower yourself down into your chair. “He told me they were planning to trade him off because of his reputation.”

Jack scoffs, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s the ‘official’ reason. They can’t cut his contract early for legal reasons, so they’re waiting for it to expire and coming up with an excuse for why they ain’t re-signing him. It’s really just ‘cause the rest of us can’t keep dealing with his massive ego and the fact that he’s a misogynistic fuck who doesn’t know the first thing about respect.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” you mutter with a sigh.

If he expected you to defend Garrett and is surprised by the fact that you haven’t, Jack doesn’t show it. He looks relaxed sitting across from you, like you’re having a casual conversation and not actively shit talking a member of his team. It gives you the impression that he knows significantly more about Garrett than you do, and that because of what he knows he probably figured out that one party in the relationship is not the most willing of participants.

“How’d you get all wrapped up it in then? Didn’t figure you to be the type to go after pricks like Ward.”

You debate over whether you should tell him or not. There isn’t much Jack can do about the situation regardless, but it would at least get things off your chest and if someone else knew then maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

There’s only so many days you can spend hiding out in the women’s restroom trying not to bawl your eyes out, and you’ve already reached your limit.

You heave a sigh, “It’s kind of fucked up really.” A pen on your desk catches your attention and you start to fiddle with it, avoiding Jack’s eyes which have focused directly onto you. “He asked if I would help him fix up his reputation by pretending to be his girlfriend so he could show everyone that he’s matured and can hold down a steady relationship. When I told him no, he threatened to make up a lie about inappropriate conduct to get me fired and blacklisted from the industry, so for the sake of preserving my career I agreed.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Jack murmurs, shaking his head. “I’m real sorry he did that, Y/N.”

You shrug. “It’s happened, so, there’s nothing I can really do except wait it out at this point.”

When you look up and meet his gaze, Jack looks murderous. His hands are clenched into fists on the armrests, knuckles white with the strength of his grip. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are twisted downward in a scowl.

“If you need anything,” he starts, “let me know. And I mean it. We all know how Ward can be. He’s a knobhead. So if you need anything━” his emphasis on the word and what that implies makes you feel more comforted than anything has since the whole fiasco started, “━then you let me know, or you tell one of the other boys and they’ll find me, alright?”

All you can do is nod.

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━━ a/n: no lando yet, but we've got a cutesy little grealish scene to make up for it because i couldn't have a story with manchester city and not include him! lowkey writing this part made me wanna write for a footballer too... anyways! hope you all enjoy!

[honorguk]

dating ➔ jackson wang

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what it’s like to date jackson from GOT7 (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

always squishing your face or playing with your hair

sugar daddy vibes ngl

absolutely SPOILS you in anything and everything (favorite thing to buy for you is lingerie and snacks though)

you sleep exclusively in his shirts and tees

and he lets you softly hit him and cuddle into him when you’re on your period

jokingly teasing you and bullying you constantly

“gosh, jackson, i’m so tired today..” “good.” (and says it with a straight face too)

(but not before bursting out laughing and hugging you as you playfully hit his arm)

speaking of, soooo many play fights! He also leaves bruises on accident which you find kinda hot 0-0

takes the best care of you when you’re sick

tries to help you with homework…*tries*...

a pouty puppy straight up

gym buddies always

oftentimes he feels like he doesn’t deserve you and you have long heart-to-hearts with him about it, telling him he’s enough

i mean, he’s a dream; he’s everything you could’ve asked for, and you make sure to remind your prince that everyday :)

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

mostly shopping trips and expensive restaurants

like this man can straight up take you on a date to another country

“you’ve been to bali yet? no? then let’s go sunday.”

a true gentleman on the outside but still acts like a little kid 

plays with his food all the time and you build menu forts at restaurants - the paps love it

but also suuuuper down to just relax at home

all cuddled into each other and messy with crumbs of popcorn while watching your favorite show

if you take him bungee jumping he will cry.

but he will go on a roller coaster for you while he frantically holds your hand and screams

─ • PET NAMES:

he’d be like “babyyyy” with a pout 

literally a puppy so you call him one (and he pretends to dislike it, but in reality, we all know he’s obsessed)

so in return he says you’re his kitten

feels weird to call each other by your real names after a while

“hey, jackson, can you help me with this?” “who’s jackson?” (and will jokingly ask if you’re cheating on him)

‘prince’ and ‘princess’ is said a lot (and you end up calling him ‘princess’ as well lol)

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

ringing you up with a cutesy smile on his face

“how’s my baaaabyyyy?”

when he misses you most is when he truly gets all lovey dovey and affectionate

will actually try and visit you every bimonthly or so (or tries to - he has the cash but not always the time…)

kicks out all the other members out of his room (if he hasn’t locked the door properly prior) when talking to you

he feels that it’s very personal and doesn’t want you devoting your attention to anybody else <3

jamming to own songs on speaker lmao

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

he can get very loud, and so can you

fights are scary but very passionate between you since the big ones are so rare

he treasures the relationship so much that he bends around your desires constantly, but sometimes it’s too much

extremely scared to lose each other so you both end up crying at the end from that fear

yet you still know when to stop shouting, thought at rare points in time it can continue for hours

jackson can walk off sometimes, but he tries not to; he’ll end up drinking and ignoring you but will always come back to you at the end of the day

tries to be very adult and straight forward but can still get emotional, obviously (his stress gets to the best of him and sometimes fucking it out doesn’t work)

when he sees you flinch from the volume of his voice it really strikes him, and he backs down and apologizes, hugging you to him so close

even though he approaches you first, it’s 50/50 as to who actually apologizes first

at the end of the day, it’s always love that wins, and even if you guys won’t talk to each other, the other members make you ;)

─ • NSFW:

extremely passionate

you probably made a sex tape already

the man’s PACKING no lie (at least metaphorical big dick energy, right?)

an do it anywhere, anytime - just tell him and he’ll be ready

has an extremely high sex drive like are you okay

also has a thing for quickies, especially when you’re both about to go somewhere fancy and he just can’t contain himself being around you in that tight, black dress

lots of stamina, but opts for round two maximum, and usually quite rough

but also extremely passionate and loving - it’s never just “fucking” to him

whispers ‘i love you’ constantly, accompanied by very primal groans

it all starts and ends very cheesy and romantically - the lingerie is on the floor, the rose petals have cascaded from the sheets, and instead of the bedroom you’re in the bathtub, making each other giggle by splashing water

soft body rubs when you’re done..gosh he’s so whipped

[ragdoll-darlin]

The adventures of the ferocious Matenrou.

Summary :  Matenrou go to an amusement park and have fun. Mostly.

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Warnings : vomit mention, doppo typical ramblings + worries, getting a bit overheated , platonic or romantic - whichever you want.

A collab with @wolfm2540 , we switched every paragraph. 

“Hey hey, Doppo, look at that giant roller coaster!! Let’s get on that one first!!”

“It looks tall… what if we fell off… knowing me I’d probably break the ride somehow and we’d all fall and get hurt and it would be my fault like always……. I’m so useless….”

“Doppo-kun, you’re doing it again.”

Matenrou had just pulled into the Adventure Land parking lot. Jakurai parked the car while Doppo continued his self-deprecating ramblings. Hifumi was oblivious, staring at the rides and practically jumping up and down in his seat, which is probably why Jakurai wouldn’t let him ride shotgun.

Hifumi was practically bouncing as he waited for the doctor to unlock the car. He tumbled out, standing back up completely unbothered and running over to open Doppo’s door and drag him out, much to the other’s dismay. Jakurai slowly got out with a chuckle, searching his jean pockets for a hair tie; it was hot, and he didn’t want to get sweaty from his hair on his neck. “You two,” he called to his bickering teammates, who turned their heads so fast you could hear Doppo’s neck crack. “Get the sunscreen, We’re going to be out here for a while.”

They grabbed their backpacks and walked towards the entrance. Hifumi’s face lit up as he saw the sign. “Adventure Land, let’s go Doppo-chin!” His voice was as vibrant as the cartoonish letters. Doppo was still hunched over, his hands stuffed nervously in his hoodie pockets. Jakurai was somewhat concerned with the other’s choice of clothing, given that sweater weather was long over. He sighed and smiled as they entered the park. These two never ceased to amuse him.

Hifumi ran right after to the line for a roller coaster that had long since spilled out of its desired area and into the walkways, completely forgetting Jakurai telling them all to get sunscreen. Doppo looked to Jakurai with a mix of worry and pleading - whether it be “Can i go home?’ or ‘can i go on something else’, the doctor was unable to tell. Either way, it was clear the salaryman didn’t want to go on the towering road coaster. After looking over to Hifumi, though, clearly their chances of getting out of the ride were 0, as the host was bouncing around with a large grin on his face, not even bothering to check if the others were with him.

“Ummm, sensei…” Doppo looked concerned. “Do you really want to get on this thing?” Jakurai looked down at him and gave a sad smile, then patted his head. “I’ve never been on a rollercoaster before, though I'm more nervous than excited. But look at Hifumi. That silly grin of his makes it worth it, don’t you think?” Doppo looked at his friend, loud and boisterous as ever, and the concern on his face melted away when he saw how happy Hifumi was. “Yeah, you’re right, sensei.” The line moved forward.

Doppo felt himself shaking, though he tried to swallow his fear. It would be fun, or at least it was supposed to be.. But what if the ride broke? Then him and everyone would die and it would be entirely his fault. Doppo made a small noise in his throat and leaned onto hifumi, resting his chin on the host’s shoulder. Jakurai wasn’t having the best time either, he could feel his stomach lurching even though they hadn’t even been on the ride yet, and probably wouldn’t for another 10 minutes.

The line lurched forth, nothing in the trio’s demeanor changing very much. Finally, it was their turn to get on. Doppo looked ready to faint. Jakurai was trying his best to conceal his nervousness, but was obviously terrified. Hifumi was as oblivious as ever. “Hmmm, these seats only take two people. Sensei, do you mind if I ride with Doppo? That way he calms down a bit, hehe! Want him to have fun, too.” Jakurai’s eyes widened for a moment. “Um, that sounds fine, Hifumi-kun. I will ride alone.” They buckled into the seats. It was time.

Doppo shuddered as the announcer came on the loudspeakers, explaining the rules. Jakurai was frantically trying to tie his hair up into some form of bun so he doesn’t wack a poor soul behind him, and hifumi just watched the other rides, planning out where they would go next. Suddenly the ride lurched forward, and started its slow trek towards the top of the hill. Doppo grabbed onto hifumi’s arm, already biting back a screech.

“When is it gonna drop… when is it gonna drop? Hifumi! Is it gonna drop yet?” Hifumi just laughed. He looked way too excited. Doppo repeated his question (something of a mantra, at this point) as the ride kept climbing. There was one last click as the ride suddenly dropped.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“...”

Doppo was dying. Literally dying. But it was somehow enjoyable? His stomach felt like it was dropping onto his feet, the wind was forcing his eyes shut, and his neck was whipping around violently. But it made him feel alive. Maybe that’s why Hifumi enjoys these rides so much...

Hifumi couldn’t keep himself from laughing. The thrill was a high he could never get tired of, flinging his hands in the air with an excited scream as the cart rushed down another hill, then a loop, bringing them upside down then right side up right after. Jakurai felt sick to his stomach, but he supposed that was intended to be part of the fun. Feeling adrenaline pulsing through his veins as everything moved far too fast, even he couldn't help from giving a laugh or startled noise.

Hifumi kept laughing. It was kind of scary, actually, given that nobody else on the ride was laughing like that. Oh well, he’s always been eccentric. The ride continued, more ups and downs and flips, until it finally reached the end. Jakurai had a headache. It wasn’t as bad as he expected but somehow still very unpleasant. Though he did feel a bit of the thrill that Hifumi must have been looking forward to. “Ha...haha. That was sort of fun.” Doppo’s hair was a mess of red and curls, thanks to the wind. There was a slight smile painting his face. Hifumi was somehow still laughing as they got off the ride and back onto the ground.

“Hey, doc! You can pick the next ride!” the older man almost sighed with relief, knowing if Hifumi had his pick they would certainly end up on something his stomach couldn’t handle. He hummed, eyes scanning all of the rides. “What about that one?” he points to a building with bright and cheerful letters spelling out “BUMPER CARS’ . Hifumi jumped up to get a clearer view, then nodded eagerly. “It looks fun!!!! C’mon, Doppo-chin!” Hifumi grabbed his roommate by the sleeve and started to drag him, with Jakurai in tow. On arrival, they noticed the line was incredibly long here as well, mostly consisting of children, save for some teenagers and adults holding the hands of young ones. ‘Ah.. have I picked a child’s ride?” Hifumi giggled, “yea, yeah, it's meant for children, but what does it matter!! It'll be tons of fun.” “The cars are too small.. We’re gonna get stuck.” Doppo pointed out grimly. “Nonsense!!!” Even with how loud the amusement park was, Hifumi’s loud voice turned some heads, but he didn’t mind at all.

Doppo was intimidated by all the children staring. Jakurai’s long hair and Hifumi’s personality didn’t help keep them out of the center of attention. He grabbed onto Hifumi’s shirt as they shuffled into the building. The ride operator simply stared at them. Jakurai tilted his head and asked “Is there a problem?” The poor teenager looked scared. These three eccentric individuals trying to enter his kiddy ride were scary. He shook his head vigorously and led them to the cars. “Hahaha, I’ll take this pink one! Which are you choosing Doppo-chin?” “Uhhhh…” “Choose the green one!” “Okay…” Jakurai was, perhaps, a bit embarrassed, but he was the one who chose the ride after all. He sighed and hopped into the most inconspicuous car, the grey one.

The small cars were beyond uncomfortable for somebody of his size, even hugging his knees to his chest didn’t keep the contraption from digging into him rather painfully, and people had taken to staring at him. The other two didn’t seem to mind, talking about something while they waited for the ride to begin. It did, and soon there were people blending together, laughing and screeching as they maneuvered the battle grounds. Jakurai recognized the laughter of Hifumi as his golden hair popped up above the other heads, heading straight for Jakurai, who sat unmoving, unable to reach the steering wheel due to his legs blocking the way. Hifumi hollered triumphantly as he hit the car, then yelped as Doppo rammed into him, looking determined. This continued until the ride ended, and the two younger remembers quickly left their cars and ran over to help their leader get out, which was a bit of a struggle.

Jakurai felt the children’s eyes burning into his back as they walked away. No wonder Doppo seemed so freaked out in line… Now that his stomach had settled down, the doc realized he was hungry. His teammates probably were, too. “Doppo-kun, Hifumi-kun, shall we get something to eat?” “Yeah, I’m soooo hungry, sensei! Where do you wanna eat, Doppo?” Doppo jumped back. “You- you’re asking me!? But what if I pick somewhere with lazy workers and they don’t make the food right… then we’ll get food poisoning… and we’ll be too sick to ride anything else… and it’ll be my fault…..” He kept rambling, as usual. Jakurai sighed, grabbed Doppo’s shoulders, and shook him violently back into normality. “Ah, thanks sensei.” Jakurai chuckled. “So, anywhere in particular you want to eat?” “No… not really. Let’s just let Hifumi choose.” Doppo didn’t realize the implications of his words until they had already left his mouth. Hifumi was surely going to choose someplace ridiculous…

“Yay, yay!! Thought ya’d never say so, Doppo-chin!” Hifumi scouted the booths, trying to find something with a menu they’d all like. He had intended to make their lunches, but Jakurai had said it might be more fun to try the food there. Finally, he settled on a barbecue, set under a blue canopy, with a somewhat large amount of people chatting while they enjoyed their food. The group walked over to the tent, peering at the menu. Jakurai quickly decided on a steak, but Hifumi couldn’t figure out if he wanted the chicken or salmon, and Doppo couldn’t figure it out at all, not to mention that the heat was causing his appetite to shrink, so he just decided t mooch of some of what hifumi got.

Hifumi practically skipped towards an open seat, Doppo and Jakurai following behind. It was getting hot. Perhaps steak wasn’t the most refreshing option. The Doc let his thoughts wander as he watched his teammates bicker over trivial things. Times like these were nice, relaxing and getting to have fun together. He hoped they could have this opportunity again soon. Doppo and Hifumi stopped their catfight when the waiter came by with the food. “Hahaha, this salmon is gonna be so delicious! Here Doppo-chin, have a bite!” ‘Wait-” Doppo was cut off as Hifumi shoved the fish in his mouth. “Is it good? Do you like it!!?” “BLEH! Hifumiiii, don’t do that without asking!!” Jakurai let out a loud laugh, and the other two stopped to look at him. After a pause, they laughed, too. Matenrou was having a good time, indeed.

Jakurai stood, smiling. “Well, shall we all return home? We’ve gone through all of the rides.” Hifumi shook his head, “I wanna try out some games!! Can we?”Jakurai gave a fond sigh; it’s not like they had anything else to do tonight. Hifumi took that as a yes, grabbing both of their sleeves and dragging them over to a game where you had to get rings on the neck of glass soda bottles. There were large stuffed animals hanging above the bottles, fluffy with cute faces. Hifumi got a large bucket of the rings to split, and Doppo winced at the obnoxious price.

“Here we go, Doppo-chin! Huzzah!” The ring clattered around the bottle necks before hitting the ground, leaving a pouting Hifumi and unamused Doppo with one less ring. “Um, my turn, I guess…” Doppo tossed the ring halfheartedly, not doing much better than Hifumi. They needed 5 to win. There were only 8 left. “Awwww, Doppo-chin, we both missed! That’s, like, so unfair!” Doppo tsked at him. “Stop being so loud…” HIfumi was ignoring him already, mind focused on the next toss. “Alley-oop!!” He emphasized the last syllable as the ring left his hand, soaring through the air before dramatically landing on a bottle neck. “Haha! Hahahaha!! Did you see, Doppo-chin? I landed the ring, did’ya see, did’ya see?!”

Doppo was being shaken back and forth by a grinning Hifumi, his hands gripping his sweater sleeves. “Yes, I saw, I saw! Now please stop…” Jakurai picked up a ring, holding it between his slender fingers and examining it. This couldn’t be harder than killing people, he thought while giving it a toss. It failed, falling quietly. Jakurai looked at it with a blank expression for a few moments, then stepped back to let the younger two take control. Somehow, between the two of them, they managed to get the needed amount, and Hifumi picked out a large polar bear, hoisting it over his shoulder with a laugh. "Let's each do our own, then meet back up here!" Neither Doppo nor Jakurai wanted to upset him, though they both just wanted to return home, but then Jakurai saw an octopus that reminded him of Hifumi, so he went to get it, and Doppo wandered off the other way, just looking for one that seemed easy.

Doppo sighed, not wanting to be left alone. He shook his head and kept walking before he found what seemed like an easy win. The sign read “Guessing Game!”; the attendant had to guess your age within 2 years, weight within 10 lbs, and birth month within 3 months. If they were wrong you won a prize. The only difficult part would be talking to the attendant… while Doppo braced himself to approach the game, Jakurai was trying his hardest to win the little octopus plush. It was invertible, two wildly different expressions on each side. Just like Hifumi with and without his jacket. This one seemed a bit easier than the bottles, a simple game of basketball. Jakurai was tall. Basketball should be easy enough.

It took 10 tries. 5,000 yen, all to get the stupid yellow octopus. Jakurai almost felt ashamed of himself as he walked to find the others. It didn’t take long, Doppo was at a guessing game, failing rather horribly. Hifumi was on what must have been his 5th, judging from the various prizes littering the ground next to him. He was trying to get a goldfish currently, playing a game similar to the one they had all done together. Jakurai was silently hoping he didn’t get a goldfish, since they seemed rather annoying to take care of and usually died quickly. Luckily, he failed, the last ring falling to the ground. Hifumi’s pout was visible even with his back turned, shoulders drooping.

Jakurai decided to intervene before Hifumi wasted all his money (and their time). “Come, Hifumi-kun, let’s find Doppo.” Hifumi gave an enthusiastic nod as he scrambled to pick up the various prizes. Jakurai raised an eyebrow and helped him carry a few. The two walked off, a purple-haired doctor with a polar bear on his back and a blonde host with various little creatures in his arms, to find Doppo. It didn’t take long to find the salaryman, his anxious aura almost visible in the air around him. He had lost the guessing game. Apparently he was too easy to read… he hung his head and sighed, turning to go find Hifumi and Doc. He walked a bit before looking up; there were his two friends approaching him, quite the site with all their spoils of war.

“Ahhh.. seems you’ve had a lot more luck than me” Doppo mused, looking them all up and down. “Yep! and this stuff is heavy.. let's go home!!” there was a unanimous agreement, all of them tired and done with what they wanted. They got comfortable, tossing the prizes in the trunk, and settled in for the ride. It felt longer than the way there, though perhaps it was due to the fact that they had eaten, so more bathroom breaks were inevitable. The moon was out and glowing when they arrived home at their shared apartment. Hifumi ran and flopped onto his bed, yelling at the others to follow. “I’ve got to wake up early and leave.. I donˋt want to wake you two in the process” Jakurai hesitated, standing awkwardly in the room while the other two changed into nightclothes. “C’mon, doc! It’s no trouble, we’ll fall right back to sleep after anyways. “yeah..” So Jakurai sighed and joined them, and they all fell asleep in minutes, tired from the day’s adventure, but also excited to do it again one day.

[writing-gifts]

datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)

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A/N: it’s summer timeee and this chapter came out longer than i thought it would First Chapter || Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

Reader is gender neutral!

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[Early Summer]

Your friend Spring was apparently on their way out with Summer on the way in, and with that came more heat and unfortunately, more bugs. It was noticeably getting more crowded in the fields where you would usually gather.

But you had a plan! The plan being that you’d just wait until later in the day to get your food. It was slightly less crowded later in the day so you might as well save yourself some trouble.

So after spending the majority of your day doing what you pleased, you’d go later in the day to get nectar and usually not a moment later after returning home, Bruno would show up. But then one day he doesn’t, which is fair. He could be busy. But then one day turns into three. Then soon a whole week passes.

It wasn’t a long time, but it wasn’t what you were used to. You wanted to confide in Abby but you were worried that it might give them reason to think negatively about Bruno. So at this point, you can't help the negative thoughts swarming your mind.

Did I do something wrong?….Did he get tired of me?

You didn’t want to spend the whole day like this so going to where you both first met seemed like the best option. Unfortunately, there was a good possibility that he wouldn’t be there. 

Well even if he doesn’t show, you were out of Datura nectar and you really wanted--no-- needed some, so at least it wouldn’t be all for nothing. You reason that you could feel your way back home too. It had been awhile since you had been to that area but you felt like you still remembered the path back. 

The worst thing that could happen is Bruno being upset with me...

So you purposely wait at home until the late evening to leave. 

Flying there doesn’t take too long, and soon your feet land on one of the leaves of the many flowers in the area. All the Daturas’ petals were still shut so you have to wait. 

Standing around, you realize the grass has gotten much taller and much more easy to get lost in. Your head droops slightly as you stare at the dirt paths being overtaken by the grass a distance below you. You could already see the predicament future you would be in if you decided to stay.

“I swear you’re the only butterfly that would willingly travel in the dark.”

Your body jumps, almost sending you off the edge of the leaf. 

You turn towards the familiar voice wide-eyed. “Y-You scared me!” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

While steadying yourself, you almost miss the slight look of worry the moth is giving you. “I’m okay...Uh, it’s been awhile?” 

Bruno nods. “It has. I had to deal with an emergency so that’s why I couldn’t visit you. My son got sick.”

“You have a kid!?” You cover your mouth “Ah, sorry! Is he okay?”

“Yes. It got pretty bad at one point, but he’s back on his feet now. 

“That's good…”

You stare at the Daturas in the distance. You wonder how long they'll stick around.

The silence feels awkward but you didn't know what to say next, but luckily Bruno speaks first.

“I'm sorry, for disappearing without a word.”

You tilt your head, confused on why he was apologizing. “You shouldn't apologize. Your child comes first, you know?”

“But you were worried though and I caused that.”

“How do you know that?”

“It was clearly on your face--you were struggling to look at me a moment ago,” Bruno points out.

“Yea...Okay, I was worried but it's not something you should feel guilty about either!” You frown, trying to get things past this moth was too hard. 

Not being able to control your anxieties has finally worn you down so you sit down on the leaf. The urge to climb into any flowers was gone for the moment.

Bruno watches you before walking closer and sitting next to you.  

“Soooo , how come you never mentioned having a kid?”

“There wasn’t really a reason to.”

Maybe that was a valid answer, but it was kind of weird . Most bugs were ready to mention they have children at any given moment, but it’s not like Bruno was keeping some terrible secret from you so you shrug it off.

“How old is he?”

“Narancia--he turned 3 recently.”

You trace the irregular lines on the leaf with your finger. “That’s a cute name. You and your m-mate must be really happy.”

“Actually, I’m the only one taking care of him.”

You backtrack immediately. "OH! W-Well now I want to visit your home even more now." 

That came out way too rushed and you meant it jokingly, but it didn't mean you hadn’t considered it before.

“I wouldn't mind that. We just need to plan accordingly.”

You didn't expect him to agree so quickly so it shows on your face before you can prevent it.

“What?” Bruno asked.

“Nothing--Maybe it would be better to go at night so it won’t disturb your sleep?”

“No, it’s fine. The day would actually be best and it’s safer.”

The two of you continue to sit together like that, talking until the moon is fully out. 

You lean back on your hands as you stare at the freckled night sky. “I never really get to look at the stars much so this is kind of nice.” 

“There’s a lot of them out tonight. Slightly more than usual,” Bruno says.

You enjoy the view a little longer before standing up. You smile a bit bashfully at Bruno.

“Can you help me back home please?”

“Of course, you don’t even need to ask. Do you want to fly back?”

“Lets just walk...” This was a good way to spend extra time with your friend. You weren’t exactly sure how you would manage to fly back anyways.

It took twice as much time to get back home by walking, but Bruno didn’t seem bothered at all as he held your hand and guided you through the overgrown foliage in the path you'd taken before with him.

All that happened had cleared a good amount of your worries, but some of the original doubt you had before not seeing the moth for a week still sat within you. So when you both reach your home you thank Bruno for his help, but before he can leave you ask him a question. 

“I know this is dumb, but do you enjoy my company?”

“Yes.” The answer comes with no hesitation and Bruno’s glowing eyes stare intently at you. His head tilts slightly. “Do I not seem like it?”

“Oh no! I just needed to make sure…”

“You seem to overthink a lot.”

There was no denying that so you look off to the side unsure what to say.

“Trust me when I say that I do like you, and if I don't like something I'll make sure to tell you.”

Your brows raise at the somewhat intense declaration but it did help reassure you so you nod.

Once you say your goodbyes and Bruno departs, you go back inside. And as you get ready for bed you realize that you forgot about the Datura nectar.

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“Are you ready for this?”

Bruno gives you the most skeptical look you’ve seen from him. There’s also a pinch of exhaustion on his face. It’s so well hidden, if you hadn’t spent so much time with him you wouldn’t have noticed. 

“I really don’t think it's hot enough for this.”

“What do you mean? It's super hot!

“Not really. Your heat tolerance must not be very high.” 

“I don’t know about that, but it’s whatever. Whatever happens, happens,” you laugh a bit. 

“Do you have the proper tools?”

“I do! I managed to get a whole oven, it's on the lower quality side though.”

So I'm really hoping I’m not overestimating the weather today.

“Anyways it’s outside in the back!”

You move excitedly ahead of Bruno as you walk-jog outside to the back of your home.

You stop in front of your oven and wait for Bruno to catch up.

“I don't know how it exactly works but the bug I got it from showed me how to use it. All you have to do is turn this knob.”

You shield your eyes from the sun shining from the center of the sky and reach for the nob. Your hand stops when you realize you don’t remember where you were supposed to actually turn it. Barely a second passes before you decide to make an educated guess. As long as it was hot enough it shouldn’t be too much of an issue. Probably.

“Thanks for coming over in the middle of the day by the way. Did you find someone to watch Narancia?”

“Yes. He wanted to come but I didn’t want to risk it with him just getting over his sickness. On top of that, carrying him all the way over here would be annoyi--difficult. Staying still can be a struggle for him.”

Between his slip up and the image of a cute squirmy little moth in Bruno’s arms, you can’t help smiling. “I guess I’ll just have to take the cooking to your home then.”

You wonder how much the little moth took after his father.

“Let's go back inside. We actually gotta mix the stuff together now.”

After you both enter the kitchen, you start pulling out the ingredients, which you should have definitely done earlier. 

“What are we making exactly?” Bruno asks, watching you flit back and forth.

“A simple pound cake. We can use whatever nectar in it too. So it’s gonna be a Datura one!”

“You are obsessed with that flower…”

You grin, “And you help nurture the obsession.”

“Like you wouldn't run to get it yourself if I stopped giving it to you.”

“Sounds like a tough spot pal.”

You almost laugh at the look the moth gives you.

Bruno assists you in the kitchen, your personal sous-chef , while you follow the recipe to make the cake. Once the batter is in the baking pan, you go out and put it in the preheated oven.

You make sure to grab the small hourglass you had gotten along with the oven and flip it over. After placing it on the low table in front of your daybed, you relax back into the bed’s comfortable cotton. 

“You know, it would be better if the oven was inside.”

“I think that’s something they're working on actually.” 

You rest your head onto the arm of the daybed. “By the way, what do you do at lakes? You said you liked to visit them but I forgot to ask about that.”

“I just like to look out at them. It doesn’t have to be a lake though. A pond or beach works too.”

There’s a beach around here?!

“A-Aren't you worried about being attacked?” There were all sorts of dangerous things near water. Especially ponds! You shudder remembering an encounter you had with a frog. You just wanted to get a closer look at the tadpoles...

“We could be attacked in most places though, and I’m not exactly playing in the water.”

“Hmm, I think you’re just too friendly with danger!”

“Guess that makes two of us.”

You couldn't exactly argue with that. “I'm not as bad as you though.”

“Sure.”

“I'm not…” You stare at Bruno, legs crossed and looking effortly graceful as usual. He probably had no issue avoiding predators but all it took is one mistake

“Are you sure it’s okay?” You didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.

“I promise it really isn't dangerous. I’ll show you one day, if you'd like,” Bruno smiles reassuringly.

Your heart may have skipped a beat. “That--that actually sounds kinda nice.”

You and Bruno stay in the living space while waiting for the cake to finish baking. You do little talking before you encourage Bruno to fall asleep. Then you spend the rest of the time quietly keeping yourself busy around the house, making sure to keep an eye on the hourglass. When the top of it is finally empty, you go to wake up Bruno and are surprised when he starts moving before you even touch him.

“Did you actually sleep?”

“Somewhat. I’m a light sleeper.”

He did look a little more alert. “Well let's go get the cake!”

You run outside excited to see the result. You're already pulling it out once Bruno strolls outside. You then place it on top of the oven, but it seemed... off .

Bruno takes one look at it. “It doesn't look like it cooked properly.”

The cake didn't rise much at all, but the top looked burnt.

“I know. Darn…” you whine. You were sure it was hot enough! “Maybe it doesn't taste bad?”

You look at Bruno and his face says it all. 

“Fine, I’ll taste it myself then,” you sigh.

You run to go get a fork so you can grab a piece of the top and realize that the middle still seems raw. But It couldn't be that bad! However, the moment you put the food in your mouth, you regret it. The taste of burnt cake and soggy texture overrode anything else about it, but you force yourself to swallow nonetheless. 

You shudder and pout. What a waste.

“Guess you were right about it being hot,” Bruno says.

“Bruno!” You glare at him but he simply raises a brow and you’re sure you see a hint of a smirk! 

You groan, “Did I do something wrong...It definitely can’t be the oven though.” The ant you got it from prided themselves on their creations and reliability. 

You get so caught up in your thoughts, that you don’t realize that Bruno’s trying to get your attention until he lightly touches your shoulder.

“Huh?”

“I said there's always next time. Let's try again later into the season, okay?”

You couldn't stay mad at him, you weren't exactly mad in the first place. “You don't mind being awake again?”

“I’ll make sure to get enough sleep beforehand.”

“Still we should do some type of cooking at night to make up for it. It wouldn't really be cooking though.”

“What about ice cream?”

You perk up at that. “Ice cream in winter? Narancia has to be there for that for sure!”

[doodles-arts]

Request: turtles reacting to crush

pairing?: All 2003 turtles x reader

Rating?: Pg

Warings?: loads of fluff

Request: 2003 turtles reaction to their crush, the turtles did the sweetest thing ever for them, talking loads of nice stuff about their crush, protecting crush or showing their nice/happy sides and crush waits until they are alone and crush says, crush has been good friends with the individual turtle, so they’ve never spoken like this before, “You know you’re really beautiful”? 

Summary: The boys all react a little differently to a super hawt crush! some boast, others turn hate into love

A/N: I did get carried away with my baby Donnie a little, if your interested in a one shot of a biker reader with a sarcastic Donnie, please reblog! I’d love to write it, but am working on other things for you guys, so if you’d like it let me know to make some time! @donatello-writes thought you might like the donatello part. Give it a heart if it were any good and read this lil note, love your work!

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Leonardo:

Met you because you were being jumped.

Classic hero saving damsel in distress

Doesn’t trust you at first for the sake of his family

But he grows on you

2 sizes...

You're absolutely the sweetest!

You bake him things for free as a thank you for saving your life

He can’t help but eAT it AlL

Master splinter actually makes him run laps around the sewers because of how lagged he is.

He asks Donnie for a diet plan and is h e a r t b r o k e n when he’s told NO SUGARS

You make him keto and protein cookies for his weekly cheat meal

You apologized when you were told he couldn’t eat anymore because he had gotten bigger.

The boys tease him about his weight when you're around.

Even after he lost all the extra weight.

His calm demeanor eases all your anxieties

He loves the way you're just so kind to all his brothers and everyone you meet.  

One day when you were baking a cake for  Mikeys birthday and all other kinds of party favors for all the boys, Leonardo kept you company. You both talked and about things you were planning, you both were very close. And Leo was very obsessed with you and your baking apron. He probably followed your back end with googly eyes all afternoon.

You didn’t mind having him keep your company and hand you any ingredients you needed but you couldn’t help but notice how much more his muscles were showing off. He was RIPPED. You blushed and looked away when he caught your wandering eyes. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping the conversation going about your next hangout.  He watched you with adoration and when you couldn’t reach for something on a high shelf he chuckled and offered to get it for you. You didn’t want to seem helpless but he was willing.

“That would be great actually!” You smiled and stepped back, “coming to my rescue as per usual~”, he blushed but you couldn’t see it as he reached up to grab the barely used baking soda. As he stretched, time slowed. His usual strap that held his katana was resting as you both cooked. Without it, it brought much more focus on the flesh on his side that wasn’t covered by his plastron or shell. It was insane how his muscles on his sides stretched and rolled. You could have drooled right there. But there was more to your private show, the little potbelly he used to harbor thanks to your baking, was long gone! His arms were round and plump. The muscles warned anyone who tried to mess with the leader. A clear reminder that you were in love with a god. A GOD. He was magnificent, his body chiseled from stone by Donatello or Michelangelo, the sculptors. You sucked in a breath, trying to make the second longer, but all good things come with an end…

You couldn’t help how your cheeks flushed as your thoughts wandered and traveled. As did your eyes, embarrassing yourself even more as he turned sharply, his glutes flexing as he took a step forward, you just couldn’t believe it-

“-You know you’re beautiful, right?” Leonardo almost dropped the bottle of baking soda that slipped from his three-fingered hands when you had commented on this. Quickly catching it and trying to grab his cool back from slipping in between his fingers as well. You giggled, laughing at your own embarrassment to lessen it. You might have been a bit flustered, but you meant it. “Uh.. thanks?” Still flustered and taken aback, Leo handed you the bottle and sat back down.

The air was thick with an awkward feeling, it might have been you, but you did mean it, you could have meant it platonically or romantically, so you weren’t that worried if he didn’t feel that way. He was clearly the source of the feeling. Refusing to talk afterward. Growing with anticipation, you put too much baking soda in the bowl and groaned in annoyance, scooping the part of the batch that had too much and throwing it out. After it was fixed you took a spoonful and handed it to Leo, “I’m sorry if I said anything out of line, peace offering?”

You had been making an eggless cookie dough batch so that you could give Mikey some cookie dough to eat without getting sick. And as Leo looked at you with that tiny sweet smile, he knew he was cracking. He wasn’t offended, not at all! He was flattered! Honored! But how could he reveal his true feelings if you might not feel the same? He took the spoon with a smile, “accepted!”

When he was finished with the spoon and set it down, you jumped into his arms for a hug, “good! Now stop being so quiet! You're my favorite person, so be my taste tester!” He felt his control falling and before you could pull away he hugged you tighter, you giggled and hugged back. But it was when he wouldn’t let go that you felt something was off. And there was, Leo was freaking out about how to approach you about this. “I’m sorry, but let’s stay like this, I have something to tell you”, he whispered into your ear huskily. You couldn’t help the goosebumps on your arm that stood when his warm breath hit the side of your neck.

“Okay-yeah, okay”, you replied shakily, you weren’t scared, not in the slightest, you could feel a spring in the bottom of your stomach start to tighten. His close proximity had your head swimming. You breathed in his scent and swooned inwardly to the smell of metal oil, peppermint body wash, and the scent of his natural skin.

“I… I know how strange it might seem, but I like ya’. Something about you has me pulling towards you. You always make me happier. I don’t know how else to tell ya, but I want-” before he could answer, your breathless voice did,

“Yes, I like you too, silly.” He hugged you closer as he silently fist pumped the air behind you, “shell yes!”

“I can feel that Leo” You giggled.

Donatello:

Your Casey’s sister

He hates you once he gets to know you

Your blunt, straightforward and RUDE

You’re really smart tho

And slim thicc…

Every time you come he leaves to his lab

He can’t stand you Casey, and Raph roughhousing

He can’t stand watching you on some days either tho…

He hates the way you make him feel

He’ll never admit it but he’s in la-la-la-la-loveeee

The way your arms are beefed up

You’re not picky

You don’t complain

You confront him once, asking, ”what’s your problem!” and he lashes out that your blunt, straight forward and provocative

He didn’t mean that last part

You bluntly tell him you don’t care about what he thinks, you never did anything directly to him for him to always give you attitude

You ask for a truce, instead of being problematic and resorting to violence

From that moment Donnie feels different about you

guess you weren’t so problematic and dumb as he thought

You agreed to help out with his experiments as a peace offering. They’re boring and you hate them but you try for Donnie. Lately, he has been asking many experiments from you, asking to help him with tools and taking notes. He said your handwriting was ‘prettier, surprisingly’. You told him his face was surprising. You both threw jabs at each other constantly. But you grew to like it, he was quick on his feet and always knew what to say back or when to stop. Most people were too sissy to take your comebacks or too sensitive to throw jabs. As you got to know Donnie you noticed how much fun he actually could be. You certainly didn’t have to prove your strength around him or get bruises by the end of the day. With him, it was playful and calm, sure you still liked a bit of wrestling here or there, it had been hotwired into your system by then.

Donnie respected that and you respected that he didn't enjoy the roughhousing around his equipment or in his lab. The mutual respect was a different tune than the constant hating glares you'd send each other. As you sat on the table next to the bike he was fixing up you were humming a tune to yourself, waiting for Donatello to ask for another tool. It kinda reminded you about your dad…

You blew a raspberry and laid you back on the clear table, “I’m bored”, you huffed out. You were tired of just sitting around, looking at the wall, “Well, lucky you, I just finished” he responded dryly. You rolled your eyes and hopped off the table to help him off his shell, “for the tallest slimmest turtle of the bunch, you sure are heavy.” you snickered as he faked a laugh and rolled the bike through the back entrance. “Yea, now shut up and follow me.”

You huffed and walked alongside him, “Soooo, who’s the bike for. Do I get to ride it first? Only fair since I helped!” You mused, trying to convince him to let you ride the bike. You used to own a bike, and you loved that thing to death since it was the one your dad had made for you until Casey broke it.

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You were furious, it was the last thing you had of your dads, and he totally wrecked it during the night with Raph. You tried your hardest to fix it, but you didn’t have the cash for the spare parts, so you ended up scrapping the beat-up engine and the seat, hoping to still find the memory of your dad in them. You kept it in your room. Inside your closet.

After that, it took Casey months to get back on your good side, you only held out that long because he refused to tell you how he broke it. After another month of torture and burnt eggs in the morning, Casey begged the turtles to tell you the truth. And he did, promising to explain what happened to the bike, but he had to show you something first. And that’s how you met the turtles and Donnie’s stuffy ass.

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“It’s yours. So you can ride it wherever you want, genius.” Donnie had to look away, feeling flustered that he was doing this. But you stopped dead in your tracks. When Donnie noticed that you had stopped, and turned to look at you. You had this dumb look on your face as you starred at the bike. Taking small steps towards the seat and opening it, “what’s wrong with you?” He asked, hoping for you to say something back. Kinda creeped out by your silence and wide eyes. As you lifted the seat, ignoring his remark and noticed the little engraved signature of you and your dad. Your heart broke into tiny pieces and fell in the pit of your stomach, you fell to your knees, feeling yourself shaking. Looking at the familiar engine.

“Where did you get this-” he felt a little nervous at the tone of your voice. Deeply unwavering, you sounded half dead. Pissed.

“I thought you’d-”

“WHERE!” He gulped, you hadn’t even looked at him. He walked around the bike to your side, “I’m sorry, but I and Casey took the liberty to rebuild a junk bike with your seat, I fixed the engine and put it in too. If I knew it would bother you so much, I wouldn’t have invaded your privacy.” He still felt your cold demeanor and didn’t dare touch you. Your silence only fueled his anxiousness. Your shoulders were slumped and you tried your best not to break, but the pieces were all falling down. Remembering the night as a little girl that you both worked on the bike and engraved your names on the underside of the seat and rode it for a test drive.

The tears flowed down your cheeks before you could stop them, it was unusual for you to cry, but your bike. His bike, our bike. It was back and fixed, you had something to feel like he was still there, waiting for you to come home after riding. Donnie’s warmth was wafting towards you and you gave him a tight hug. He still stayed after you yelled and didn’t make fun of you when you cry. he really was sweet... huh.

“Thank you, Donnie. I never knew you were so soft.” You pulled away and gave him a soft punch on the arm. He chuckled, trying not to stare at your tear-stained face, it was strange to see you that way. “Nothing wrong with being a little soft, now get outta here and tell me how well the bike does,” he smiled.

You smirked, rising and pulling the turtle behind you, swinging a leg over the bike like second nature. Pulling him on too, “you’re coming with, nerd. We’re gonna have the ride of our lives.” You rev the bike and speed out the sewers, and he yelps. He quickly holds on to your waist for dear life as you ride about the sewer. A raise in the concrete sends you in the air a few feet and you laugh as you feel him hold on tighter, the drop back down sending your sunglasses down, covering your eyes from the wind as you drive faster. His buff arms were warm on your waist. They felt good, and it almost distracted you while you were driving, what would it be like to have them wrapped around you on different circumstances?

You made swift and tight turns that made it feel like your bike would fall on its side. But you were a better driver than Casey could ever dream to be! Donnie was in good hands. As you drove back to the lair, your hair wind-whipped, and all over the place, Donnie couldn’t help but feel both scared out of his mind and adrenaline rush!

As you both hopped off you smiled at the slacked jaw turtle, “she rides good, I’ll probably change her tires though. Maybe loosening the steering gear, makes the tight turns feel less death-defying.” You refered to the bike and giggled as you helped him off, having a new feeling of adoration for Don, even with that dumb look on his face. After he wiped the surprise of his face and laughed you noticed something about Donnie, he had a tendency to stare. That much you already knew, but with you, it was like he couldn’t look away or keep staring all at the same time.

‘Hmm… Oh.. OHHH… How could I have never noticed before?’ You smiled at him and grabbed him by the sides of the plastron and forced him to look at you. “He-Hey, what’s the big idea!” You kept smirking, watching his cues, of getting angry, huffing, and pushing you off as he did with his brothers. It never came. That’s all you needed to know, you tapped him softly on the snout and smirked. “Nothing, I’ll come back for my baby tomorrow, you just make sure to be in disguise, we're going for a joy ride tomorrow night.” Waving goodbye as you walked out you felt proud. You were gonna put this boy through a ride, “By the way, Don, your really cute, ya’ know that?” His jaw slacked as you walked out, he never thought you’d ever say that to him.

He kinda liked it tho...

Raphael:

Met you through April

Is infatuated with you from the startttt

You are a gymnast

100% a smart ass

100% has a great ass

Casey asks, “can I ask a stupid question?” and you’d respond before you can keep quiet, “better than anyone here”

He finds your flexibility hawt

The boys hate how much he tries to show off when your around

You don’t notice, you think it’s just Raph being Raph

He’s ALWAYS inviting you to workout

LEG DAY every day

You like working on them and Raph doesn’t mind teaching you

You put his flexibility to the test every time

You tried to get along with him

The boys are shook to how well behaved he is with you

April notices how well you take his flirting, if you even notice it

You like how dorky Raph is when you’re alone

That’s when you start having feelings for him

Your gymnasium was closed by the company it was under and you had nowhere to practice

You confessed this to Raph and he noticed you were sad about it

He finished hanging up the last high bar. He knew you were missing the gym you used to practice in. He hoped his brothers wouldn’t notice how much effort it really took him to put it all up, so they wouldn’t accuse him of going soft. He wasn’t going soft, he was just trying to impress you is all. There was no shame in that, right? You were cool and sexy, you didn’t even have to try to look beautiful, you just were. Something April and Raph agreed on multiple occasions.

As you walked into the sewers with a pair of leggings and a form-fitting sweater. Perfect. You walked over to hug your friend and held on tightly to his warm, and he was glad to return it. He led you deeper into the lair and showed you, “well, I know that you miss your old gym, and you can’t find any good ones around here. So I thought you could kick it here until then!”

He pointed towards the hanging bars and gym mats on a far corner of the lair. An old mirror hung a few inches off the ground. You could tell he did his best with what he had. He had even taken the liberty to make a walking bar, the current thing you were struggling on. He listened. He cared. You walked closer to the corner that held the mini gymnasium he had created for you. No one had ever done anything like this for you, how was it possible… that you hadn’t seen it before?

“Oh, Raph… I’m at a loss of words. I can’t believe it!” You basically jumped in his arms when you had turned around. You were unusually giddy at the moment and decided to use it to your advantage. Hugging him tightly, knocking the wind out of him, pulling back in a flash and zooming back in.

…

His eyes were wide open as your cute face and scrunched up nose, and kissed him! He couldn’t believe it! You were kissing him right now! On the exact second that he started kissing back, you pulled away bashfully. Smiling and looking back towards your own personal little gymnasium, “thanks again, Raph.”

He nodded and replied, sorta out of it, “yeah, that was one hell of a thank you for a weird looking fella like me-”

You whipped and around and gasped offendedly, “-don’t you say that Raph, you know you’re beautiful, right?” the last part of the question was asked softly. He shrugged and you laid a hand on his cheek to force him to look at you. “You are Raph, I like you, I have for some time now, don’t turn me away, please.” He looked back up at you incredibly and starred as you smiled at his wild look.

“Alright, I won’t, on one condition. I get another kiss?”, pulling him closer with a hand on his cheek, you pulled him in for another kiss. One that he was actually prepared for, this time.

Michelangelo:

You meet him at a skatepark

He thinks your hawt in biker shorts and retro t-shirts

He obsessed with showing off his moves, just like his older brother

He has a different approach tho

You end up impressing him more tho

He makes jokes and invites you to skating contests

You win a few, but it’s obvious that he knew a lot too

You actually enjoy his company

You find it strange you only see each other at night

You don’t mind it tho because you own a skate-shop

You too love having late-night snacks

He never sits too close to you

The first time he’s afraid of taking a chance at you being afraid of how he looks

You guys take turns bringing snacks

You always buy pizza

You know there’s something weird about his body, but you don’t judge because he’s the absolute sweetest

*SmaCK* Your falling for him

One day, Mikey can’t help but want to be closer, so he has to take that chance

“Awesome, Mikey! Check this out!” You rode towards a staircase hand bar, sliding down and as you jumped off, you flipped your board, landing perfectly on the ground and riding your way back over to him. As you stomped your board back up it snapped. Mikey gasped in pity, “oh no dudette, I’m so sorry.” You shrugged and smiled, “It was a prototype anyway, I’ve got more in my shop.”

You walked towards your beat-up car as you felt Mikey’s face drop, “wicked cool! You make boards?” You chuckled as you turned around and pointed to his board, “you do too, honey.” There was that nickname that drove Mikey through the moon, had him sighing like a lovesick puppy. He followed you to the car with goo-goo eyes.

“Wanna come see my shop?” He practically jumped in excitement, “Would I!” He hopped into the car without a second thought, too sweet to take into consideration that you could see his green skin in the closer proximity. The hunch under his trench coat, the strange shape of his feet, or that his chest and stomach were irregularly flat for a guy with such buffed up arms. As you drove, you turned on the music to make up for the lack of conversation. Not trying to seem awkward, just trying to wrap your head around the fact that Mikey wasn’t human.

He never hurt you before, or ever overstepped his boundaries, he wasn’t a creep, he was funny and cared about you. He cherished the time you spent together, he sent a text every night you were together when you got home to ensure you were safe. It was safe to say that you felt something for Michelangelo but was afraid to fall for a stranger. But was he really a stranger? It wasn’t like you met him yesterday! You had been hanging out for a few months.

You had nothing to fear and so when you walked out of the car you confidently invited him and turned the lights to let him gawk at your boards. “I custom make them, all ya gotta do is put in an order, I fix ‘em up too.” You leaned over your cashier post, admiring the obvious turtle in the light of your store. He was a big sweetheart, he’d never hurt you!

“Dollface, this is amazing! I didn’t know you could make surfboards, and the designs on them are wicked cool!” You agreed, very proud of your work as you walked over. Pressing a hand to his arm, “wanna make one together?” He nodded rapidly like a kid high off of candy. And you knew that his heart was too pure for this world, you laughed and pointed at his jacket.

“Maybe you should take this off and get comfortable!” For a split second, he almost agreed and shed off the oversized coat, but he didn’t want to lose you. You were so cool… “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, dollface.” You rolled your eyes and blew a raspberry, which surprised him. “Mikey, I don’t care what you look like, not like I couldn’t tell under the store lights anyway! You’re beautiful to me, you should know that!” You placed your hand on his chest pushing the coat off his shoulders softly with a smile.

Stunned but flattered he allowed it and leaned forward, feeling a moment creeping on, the coat fell on the floor. A few inches from your face and he was already closing his eyes and puckering out his lips at you, You felt the same energy, but…

You placed a finger on his lips, “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you?” He shrugged and grinned, “a guy’s gotta try don’t cha’ think?” You giggled and pecked his cheek. Leading him to the backroom to work on the new board together. Mikey wasn’t going to let you focus too much for too long though. He would get that kiss!

~~~~~~~~~

remember! if you really enjoed the donatello scenario, reblog for a oneshot!

[ayellowcurtain]

Another one I wrote because I just needed to put some thoughts out after last night, it might not be for everyone, so be careful - and nice, please. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s angst, there’s a very brief and open mention of v*mit if anyone is triggered by it. 

It’s also kind of messy since I wrote this so fast and soooo late in the night so I’m sorry for any mistakes. 

Lucass opens the door for them and helps Eliott get inside, closing and locking the door once they're inside. The details about how Eliott ended up at the police station aren’t very clear, but Lucas knows enough to feel betrayed. 

He’s been trying to be careful, aware of his every word and action not to trigger Eliott, but Lola managed in one night, to make him fall like Lucas has never seen before. Just the night at the boat. And the thoughts of Lucille going to the police station won’t stop bothering Lucas, telling him how their stories are repeating themselves. 

“Are you okay?” Lucas decides to ask once they’re safe inside the flat. Eliott doesn’t smell good and they had to make a stop on their walk home because he was nauseous. His shirt and face are still dirty with it and Lucas tries to breath slower so he doesn’t have to keep smelling that.

“Come on, you need a shower.” Lucas doesn’t say in a loving way and he’s not even trying to be mean, but he’s just hurt. It feels like they’re strangers and Eliott comes closer, holding his face, but Lucas turns his face away gently, his hands on Eliott’s sides, trying to keep himself busy with trying to pull the shirt up. 

“Lucas...I love you so much.” 

“You need a shower, Eliott. Right now.” 

Lucas is trying not to cry and Eliott notices it, he panicks and tries to kiss Lucas again, to tell him that Lola doesn’t know them, that she doesn’t know shit about Lucas, but Lucas keeps him away, getting angrier and even more disappointed if that’s possible.

So Eliott finally does as he’s told and takes his shirt off with Lucas’ help, Lucas tries to help, keeping one hand constantly on Eliott’s back as they stumble to the bathroom, keeping Eliott’s arm around his neck to help him walk. 

Lucas doesn't ask a single question. About anything. He just helps Eliott get rid of the rest of his clothes and inside the bathroom.

Eliott gets under the freezing water way too early. Lucas tries to warn him and to keep him close, but Eliott just wants this to be over already. He wants to be sober and in control of himself, his brain and actions. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it...” Lucas thinks out loud by accident and he knows Eliott heard him, even with his head down, the cold water hitting the nape of his neck. 

"This isn't about you..."

“No, it isn't. It's about you and I don't know what else I could do, how to reach you, how to make you understand that you should trust me with anything you want."

Eliott tries to look up, to wash his face to wake - and clean - himself up from this nightmare of a night. 

-

Eliott walks carefully to the living room, looking for Lucas. Still feeling his body heavy and slow.

“I think we need some time...” Lucas barely waits for their eyes to meet as he stands up, putting his hands inside his pockets. He changed, with normal clothes now and he looks tired. He didn’t come to bed this morning and Eliott wonders if he slept at all. 

“What? Lucas, no we don’t, forget about Lola or last night.”

“No. I’m sick of��“forgetting” shit or looking away when I’m being hurt and ignored for so many times.” 

“I never forget you.” Eliott tries to explain, but the words just won’t connect inside his still hungover brain. 

“Yes, yes you do. I told you so many times. With words and actions, how much us meant to me. How much you meant to me and how much I was trying to be here and to listen and to be something good for you. And it only takes one night with Lola on your ear for you to think she’s right and I’m wrong so there’s no point in staying right now. I need to focus on fucking school this week. And you need to figure out on with whom your trust stands.” 

“It’s not that sim-”

“Yes, it is. I’m making it. Remember when I said I was going to be hard and fucked up some times? I’m being right fucking now. I don’t want shit to do with Lola, don’t wanna interact with her. She has her own problems, I have my own and we’re not a good mix. I know that. I don’t think you two are a good mix, but that decision is yours. I tried warning you nicely, but it’s too late now.” 

Eliott rushes to stand up in front of Lucas, to make him listen. Lola’s word don’t matter, Eliott was just on the edge of the cliff and he jumped. 

“She said things and I wasn’t thinking straight. She knew about the boat.” 

“YOU DON`T KNOW HER! DO YOU KNOW ME? DO YOU EVEN TRUST ME?”

They both stand in silence, hearing Lucas’ words echo inside their heads and Eliott wants to hold him, to tell him all about what he’s been thinking about, to be completely honest, but Lucas is crying and grabbing his backpack on the floor. 

“I’m gonna stay at Arthur’s. My exams are this week.” 

“I know.” 

“Doesn’t feel like you do. Doesn’t feel like you know me at all and I don’t know you right now. There’s a video of you two last night going around. Just to let you know.” 

Eliott watches Lucas walk away from their home, hurt and crying and it’s all his fault. This could have been avoided and Eliott could just open his mind to someone he trusts for once. 

-

Lucas should sleep. After hours of worrying and looking at his phone, trying to reach Eliott for the whole night, he should put his head on his pillow and finally sleep to think about it more clearly once he's rested, but he can't. 

A long walk to Arthur’s place is the second best thing, using that time and that walk in an open space to calm himself. 

Somehow, he needs to focus on school and forget about Eliott and his problems and Lola. He’s old enough to deal with them by himself. 

-

Eliott sits on the bus stop he scared Lucas almost two years ago. They haven’t seen each other in a week. Eliott counted some of the minutes to take his himself out of his brain and to keep himself from texting Lucas. He needed space and the least Eliott could do after everything was give him that. Lucas was so worried he wouldn’t make it, he was so unsure of himself and Eliott only added to that. 

He wanted to wait at the school, but it’s not the best idea to corner Lucas like that, to run into Daphné and Basile...and everyone else really. The ones that aren’t angry at him for Lola are probably angry at him for Lucas. He tries not to think about so many people angry at him and he focus on the one he’s trying to apologize to. 

Eliott bites his nails, looking around, trying to look for the familiar boy. Lucas is familiar, the most familiar person has Eliott ever met and he won’t lose that, he won’t put them at a definitive risk. 

There are finally noise coming closer, loud voices talking over each other and Eliott stands up, watching as Yann, Arthur and Lucas turn the corner, seeing him almost instantly. 

The boys are a little lost, looking at Lucas, waiting for him to tell them what to do and Eliott thinks he should learn something with them about listening to Lucas. 

Lucas looks down and then at the boys, saying bye to them and they accept it, hugging Lucas for a little longer than usual, Arthur even plays with his hair before walking away. They only nod their heads at Eliott and he feels their hurt in every muscle of his body. At any other situation, they would make a huge scene about seeing Eliott and now they don’t even want to come close to give him a proper hi. 

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asks as he walks closer and he still sounds hurt and distant, but not as angry as last time. 

“Wanted to know how it went...how you were.” Eliott tries to look carefully, to see if anything changed. There’s a hint of stubble on Lucas’ chin and around his mouth and Eliott wants to touch, to know how it feels against his fingers, but he stays where he is. 

Lucas nods his head, bitting the inside of his bottom lip. “I think it was alright. I couldn’t really concentrate to study for most of the time, but I hope it was okay. I’m glad it’s over now.” 

Eliott nods his head, taking a deep breath in to calm his nerves and hopefully stop his voice from breaking when he talks.

“I miss you. And I’m sorry for last week. I relapsed and I should have known better. I made a bad choice when I had other, easier options. I don’t want that to be our last conversation or our last time together. I love you and I mean it, every word, every time. Lola was out of it and she doesn’t know you, she doesn’t know how we work.” 

“Yeah, she doesn’t.” 

“I trust you completely. I know you’re not like she was saying. She was out of it.” Lucas sighs and walks past Eliott and he breathes in as deep as he can when Lucas is just a feet away from him, stopping close to the edge of the sidewalk, looking to the street to see if his bus is coming. Eliott hopes he’s going home. He’s not sure if Lucas would need to be at this bus stop if he was going to Yann’s place. “I’m sorry.” he tries, knowing Lucas is not really interested in knowing about Lola and he was going there again.

“I’m not going to stay here if I have to sit and listen to you justifying her actions again...” 

Eliott nods his head, looking at Lucas. “I’m not going to do that. I want us to talk about us.” 

“You need to understand that Lola is young, she has her own addictions and mental health to take care, but she’s not a baby. She needs to understand her actions and words aren’t empty. There are consequences when she fucks up. If she doesn’t understand that, even when she’s an adult, she’ll keep behaving like a fucking child because she’ll know there’ll always be someone to take care of her bullshit.” 

A bus stops in front of them and Lucas moves to get in and Eliott follows, not caring to check where.

They walk in between strangers in silence and Eliott keeps his eyes on Lucas, sitting right next to him in the back. 

“There are some parts of me...a dark, reckless part that I don't usually acknowledge, that I usually try to hide as best as I can, that leads me to letting things like last weekend happen. I'll have to learn to live with it peacefully and work my way to at least tame the edges where they lead me to harming words or actions that aren't true or good for me or for us.”

Lucas looks at him, for the first time meeting his eyes, listening carefully. 

“Me ignoring it won’t make it go away and will make me fall even worst than I often do. I’ll make mistakes and I’m so sorry for the bullshit that I made you go through, but I’ll work a better way to knowing myself, respecting what I have and taking control.” 

Eliott finally manages to turn his head, looking at Lucas and his blue eyes, dark circles around it, so tired and Eliott imagines he’s guilty for at least part of it. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to lose you or to make you constantly wonder. If it’s of any help, the biggest part of me knows you aren’t like she said you are. And the smaller part knows too, but the temptation to let myself fall was too big not to do it. I’ll work on that, I promise, I’ll be honest with you and we’ll try to talk things out more often. Not let it build between us.” 

Lucas clenches his jaw, trying not to cry and Eliott puts his hand on Lucas’ thigh, on top of his own hand there, hoping to ground themselves, to make have literally something to hold on to. 

“I’m happy that you are ok. And I believe in you. I can’t imagine how it is to be you, to always have to keep checking on yourself, but I know at least parts of you...” 

“And I saw the video. I hope you know nothing happened. She was just dancing shirtless and I tried to make her walk away, walk home, hopefully. There’s nothing between us, there never was, I never stopped loving you or even started loving you less. You’re still the only one that matters.” 

Lucas doesn’t like Lola. It’s so clear in his face with every time he even just hears her name and Eliott can’t blame him. Eliott knows what he’s thinking and so he hurries to tell Lucas again. 

“I love you. I want us to be okay and I’ll take whatever way you want to go about us now. I’m not losing us.”

[redglassesgirl-maruma]

I’m doing my entry about the third week super late, but here I am anyway. 

I randomized it based on novel 10, that’s what I got when I made the post, and got a 7.

Dun dun dun, I got the chapter when Conrart pushed Yuuri into the sea! xD I just read a couple of lines and I was like man what a chapter hahahah. This is the one with the big misunderstanding xD 

Novel 10 - Chapter 7 - Live commenting

Yuuri’s so calm when he’s in the water, but he was scared of the sea when he was on the ship just moments ago, it’s noticeable his connection with this element. Until Jozak tries to save him, almost ripping his arm off with a rope, and then he breathes and chokes with water, making him a mess when he’s back on the deck. He later admits he was scared to death, but still, it’s a nice mental picture of a really calm scene of him underwater when everything outside is a mess.

Here I found a small detail I didn’t remember. Yuuri first says the sea is super calm underwater and very dark, but at the moment when Jozak pulls him up he talks about two forces, the one upwards and a whirlpool. We all know that Conrart tried to push him to send him back to the other world, but I always had the impression it was not going to work anyways, but it seems it was working actually. If there was a whirlpool then it means the traveling was starting and Jozak interrupted it extracting Yuuri just at the right second. Even if Yuuri calls it “the force of nature” and never thinks about traveling between worlds, all the details are there to make conclusions. Yuuri’s really convinced he was safer at the deck of the ship, but I’ll give this one completely to Conrart, pretty nice idea to send him away from danger but it was the worst way of doing it. Even so, if he would say to Yuuri “go back, it’s safer” he wouldn’t listen, so I get where he comes from just pushing the kid and be done with it.

Jozak here says Yuuri’s usual handsome image is ruined because he’s throwing up water by the mouth and nose, and he complains he’s not handsome to begin with. I really like how casual is everyone in the other world about Yuuri being so good looking xD

Yuuri only jumps into conclusions about Conrart in his mind, but the moment he mentions he was alone with him when he fell Jozak goes berserk and threatens him with death. He’s surprised he ended in this position because we know Jozak knows Conrart since forever. But after reading all the info about these two, I can understand why he’s acting like this, they were close, but Cornart never let him be that close. Every time I’ve read a flashback about their friendship, there’s always a barrier between them set by Conrart. And he ends up acting like guilty of the charge of muder when he's only silently accepting he pushed him, but with no explanations there’s no other end for this than Yuuri thinking he tried to kill him.

Things are so emotional, aw. Yuuri remembers every time Conrart saved him in the past, and his final sacrifice when everyone thought he was dead. I know they’re in a mess of a situation, but with all that info if you do 2+2 you should suspect there’s something else going on. But Yuuri just rips the maseki from his neck and throws it to the floor for extra drama. I love this hahahah. And Saralegui enter smiling without a care in the world XD

Saralegui is asking for the maseki and Yuuri has the time to talk how good he looks fixing his hair hahahahaa. 

I just love soooo much how everyone tries to check about suspicious things given to Yuuri. In this case Jozak is all girly asking to see the pink ring Saralegui gives to Yuuri for the trade of jewels. There was also that other time Wolfram even smelled a cloak Saralegui gave him to check if something was off, but I don’t think Yuuri understood what Wolf was doing comparing it with this time when he totally gets Jozak acting. He’s learning or he was just distracted with teru teru Wolf xD

Yuuri is awesome in this chapter, he’s always careful about what he says and what not in front of Sara. When Jozak confronts Conrart again with the knife if he tries to get close, Yuuri has to middle like before, but he can’t say anything too personal. 

Interesting bit here, I’ll paste a quote:

“My arm hurts, if only Wolfram or Gisela were here now~”

“Can’t you heal it yourself? Young Master, isn’t your maryoku really strong?”

“I heard it was dangerous to use maryoku on human lands, and we’re approaching the country of the shinzoku no less! Murata and Wolf keep telling me again and again ‘don’t push yourself’, I’m sick and tired of hearing it.”

“Is that so~ Well, that’s inconvenient, huh~”

So, I understand from this that you can use healing maryoku on yourself. I think we discussed this in the blog, and I can’t remember anyone using majutsu to heal themselves so I always doubted if you could do it or now. I’ll update my headcanon and say, yes you can.

Aw the ending of this chapter is so sweet. Jozak is waiting to see if Yuuri will cry or not, and he’s following his excuse of the pain he feels in his arm and all, but they both know what hurts is not that T_T

It was an awesome chapter I got! I’m very happy I re-read this.

[sassybluebooks]

Do Do Sol Sol La La Sol EP 13/14

Well lol

Ep 13 was cute, and of course the wedding was just for Ha Yeong and Seung gi’s business which is so freaking extra but very in character. Man bok cheering Jun on when he grabbed Ra Ra was so funny to me lol. 

Man bok better be okay and we better get confirmation that he is healthy and happy with his son or I’ll be upset. I’m really glad Jun go to go see him and talk to him, for a moment I was scared they were going to keep him in the dark about it but they didn’t.

Ha Yeong and Seung gi were the best part of both episodes. I’m soooo happy they’re finally together!!!! All of their scenes are just so good whether they’re being cute or teasing each other or anything lol. I love them both.

Dr. Cha and Min Su living together is soooo great, I love them sharing a house. Min su is an addition to the group i didn’t know i needed. Also I’m very much interested in seeing  Min su and Sook Kyeong’s food dates!!! 

Also, Dr. Cha and Jun’s friendship ( is that too strong of a word??) is nice. I’ve like the scenes they have shared with one another. I also figured that as soon as Jun learned about the building that he would buy it and after the convo he had with Dr.Cha i wasn’t surprised that he used him as a cover.

They keep doing the opposite of what they’re hinting at which is super interesting. Moon being an actor and not evil, was completely the opposite of what they had hinted at when we saw him on the yacht. Jun being 24 and poor?? nah he’s 19 and rich. Man bok being poor? nah he owns a building and has money. Dr. Cha being DDSSLLS, nah still no actual confirmation (although I have my guess of who it is).  Dr. Cha taking pills and possibly being terminally ill?? Nah, he just loves his vitamins.

With that being said throughout the show they have hinted that Dr.Cha was sick which we now know he isn’t, but we’ve also gotten scenes about Jun and his nosebleeds and his mom asking him to get a check up. We also got the fake out when he fake fainted so he could see his friends. However, I think he might be sick or there’s something wrong? I don’t think his mom would be crying just because he’s sad over Ra Ra, and Jun really changed so quick from stealing the tea cup ( which means he wants to be her husband) to buying rings to breaking up for no reason that we saw (i’m sure we’ll see the reason next ep). I’m wondering if this will be another fake out or Jun is actually sick, i think he is but at this point who knows.

Mimi was once again great as always and I wish she was around more! also where the heck is Jae Min?!?!?!?!?! His storyline was pretty important and now it’s nowhere to be seen??!! 

I also hate that Jun got in the car with the new girl ( I can’t remember her name), like she had nothing over him??? He could have just kept walking, like if she wants to stay there she can?? who cares??? Idk i hate when writers do that just for drama. Also the whole “the coffee worked” thing is weird?? Did he fall asleep because he was really that tired or did he faint?? Did she put something in it (I don’t think so but that was some weird phrasing)??? Regardless adding a new female character with two episodes left just to lead to more misunderstandings and break up Jun and Ra Ra is annoying to me. They have separated and gotten back together so many times at this point that it’s annoying. Was I still emotional at how Ra ra reacted? Yes. Do i find them breaking up again annoying? ABSOLUTELY. Like they could have just done a time jump in episode 12  gotten them to know one another again and finally be together in the remainder of the episodes, but nah more heartbreak and angst. 

Let’s see what they show us next week! :)

[too-many-baes]

Moonlit Escapades

Pairing: fem!reader x Jack Kline

Warning(s): Nudity?? Is that a warning??? IDK is now

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Reader invites Jack out for a midnight adventure

A/N: So I know I’m sorry this is not on the request list, but lemme tell you I am soooo fucking sick, I’ve got a real nasty chest infection, and writing this was the only thing making me feel better. Forgive me x (also I am like low key really proud of this one???)

My requests are definitely still open xx

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The crisp breeze bites at your face, a constant reminder of its cooling presence. You’re in an open patch of grass, a rare spot amongst the trees that has a direct line to the sky above.

“That one there”, you point up to a collection of stars, “is the little dipper and that one just underneath”, you point at the stars directly below it, “is the big dipper.” You’ve always had a fascination with stars. The way they twinkle up above as if the cosmos is winking down at Earth’s inhabitants. There’s a magic to them, as much as science loves to deny it. How could things that sparkle like faraway fairies not possess unearthly magic?

The way you cherish the stars is how you convinced your midnight partner to sneak out with you. The moment you met Jack you knew there was something different about him. The way he spoke about the world and the things around him made you curious. You’ve met plenty of souls, old and young, but you’re convinced Jack must be the only brand new soul you’ve ever encountered. He’s sincere and unassuming, looking at everything with fresh eyes, untarnished by popular consensus and usual perspective. Everything is just what it is to Jack, everyone worthy of a chance and opportunity.

You had been right in assuming that he would have wanted to come stargazing. Admittedly the concept confused him at first but when you’d explained you could see pictures hidden in the sky he leapt at the idea, saying he wouldn’t miss it for anything.

“What about this one?” Jack questions, pointing above. You trail your eyes up to follow his arm, seeing he’s pointing to a particularly bright star.

You’re lying side by side, heads almost resting upon one another and feet pointing polar opposite directions. Your current position had been Jack’s idea, insisting he’d be able to tell which stars you were pointing at more clearly after struggling to pick them initially.

“Well I don’t know much but that one star, but it is part of a constellation.”

“It is?” He says cheerily, as if had won a prize. You nod at his enthusiasm.

“That one is Pegasus. In Greek mythology it’s a horse with wings. He carried thunder and lightning for Zeus, ruler of Olympia.” Jack remains staring in wonder for a long while as you pointed out the constellations head, body and legs.

“How do you know that’s what the stars are?”

“Well, I don’t. No one does really”, you reply while also searching for a good answer, “but that’s what people saw them as thousands of years ago.” You let yourselves sit a while in the not quite quiet of the night before continuing. “That’s part of the reason stars are so amazing Jack, they tell us stories that are thousands of years old. It’s our connection to a world we’ll never know.”

You turn your head to look at the boy beside you. His dazzling eyes constantly dart back and forth, trying to simultaneously take in every little star on its own and then all of them as a whole. The moon casts a silver shine upon the soft smile on his lips, his silky locks comfortably framing his forehead.

He’s a vision in the moonlight, more so than under the sun if that was even possible. He seems ethereal, eternal. Like he was made from moon rocks and star dust, born to live under a soft glow amongst the whispers of the night. You get so lost in his grace that you realise too late his entrancing eyes are on yours, causing you to jump slightly.

“Did I scare you?” His question seems serious although you see mischief in his eyes. That little glint of playful trouble gives you an idea, something you’ve always wanted to try but were too scared until now to do.

“Are you tired yet Jack?” You ask, wanting to make sure he was up for more midnight ruckus. He shakes his head vigorously.

“I don’t get tired very often. Even if I was I’d want to stay out with you.” And there it was again, that unabashed way he says what he means. He doesn’t hide or squirm away from anything and you find it impossible not to admire him for it. You stand swiftly, walking over and offering your hands which he accepts, allowing himself to be yanked to his feet.

“Come with me, I have an idea.” You start off into the surrounding trees, making to release Jack’s hands. To your surprise as you lead your way through the night in the tight knit clan of trees he does not relinquish your hand, tightly holding your right in his left. Not that you mind, quite the opposite. His soft skin on yours is calming, much like his presence but in a way being with him could never quite provide. It’s like being anchored, knowing no matter what you’ll be safe with your hand in his.

You reach your pre-thought destination, a lake on the other side of the trees with a mossy wharf leading part way in. The sight is as beautiful as you’d pictured it would be, the sharp intake of air beside you showing Jack agrees.

It’s as if you’d placed a giant mirror on the ground. The sky reflects so clearly in the still night water that if you jump in you might just be able to make your way to Mercury, or even further. You intend to see. With Jack still holding your hand you lead him to where the ground meets the old splintering wood of the wharf.

“Have you ever heard of skinny dipping?” You ask, breathless at the notion you’d just proposed. The quirk in his eyebrows tells you he hasn’t. “It’s when you take off all of your clothes and jump in the water.” He looks at your face, trying to process the new concept you’ve relayed.

“I thought people didn’t like to be naked around each other?” His query makes you laugh, with him though, never at him.

“A lot of people don’t. That’s why it’s so thrilling.” You’re unsure of yourself as you reach down and pull off your thick sweater, throwing it to the ground. The singlet underneath leaves you still completely clothed, but your heart pounds in your chest as if trying to escape its cavity. “Do you want to try it?” You don’t want to make uncomfortable and you definitely don’t want to scare him away, but as you keep eye contact while discarding your singlet you see no judgement or apprehension in his starry brown eyes, only curiosity.

This is never normally like you, you think as you stand and wait for the next move. You’re usually reserved, the last one to agree to anything and the first to leave. It’s this boy, his magnetic force and the stars impulsive light compelling you to be daring. And who are you to deny the stars, to turn your back on mother moon?

The smile that appears on Jack’s face tells you the night didn’t lead you astray. You’re both taking your clothes off now, quickly hopping out of pants and throwing pesky cotton aside until you are standing face to face, baring all.

“You sure you want to do this?” His smile simply widens at your question, holding a hand out in between your naked forms for you to take. You happily accept his mooring hand as you make your way to the edge of the wharf, peering down into the icy still water.

“It’s going to be really cold.” You whisper, suddenly a little unsure despite the fact your clothes are gone and his hand is holding yours.

“Wouldn’t that be part of the thrill?” His question was not intended to act as affirming, yet that’s exactly what it was. You offer up a count of three, every number you count you inch your toes more off the edge.

You scream the final number, both of you leaping forward in unison to disrupt the still of the quiet lake below. The water is freezing just as you’d assumed, feeling like small needles cover every inch of your bare body. When you emerge from beneath Jack is already above, swiping his hair from his eyes.

“I told you it would be really cold.” You shiver out, moving your limbs about to encourage warmth to your appendages. He nods his head, agreeing you were right. You start to swim away from the wharf, blurring the perfect picture of the night with every movement.

You turn to face Jack seeing steady brown eyes on yours, that mischief unknown to him blatant to you. Impulsively you splash a small wave of frigid water over him, causing a splutter of complaint. He retaliates on a larger scale, eliciting yelps of excitement from you as you try to evade the icy onslaught. It’s no use. Eventually he is upon you, ceasing your wrists in his grip to prevent further attacks, locking you in his gaze.

“Have you ever seen a shooting star?” You ask seemingly out of the blue, earning a shake of the head from Jack. “I think two must have fallen the day you were born Jack.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re here.” You gently tap under his eyes indicating your meaning. “Either that or you stole them from above.” He smiles once more, a genuine, sincere one at your allusion.

Not long after your bodies can take no longer and you’re forced to emerge from the grips of the lake. Jack walks you home, refusing to let you go alone. When you reach your door he insists you have another night to watch the stars and you have no inclination to deny him.

“So you know Y/N”, he whispers during his goodbye, “I think you’re just as much as a thief as me.” He delicately touches the space under your eyes, keeping gaze as he does. He shifts his finger and gently touches your nose as a goodbye, turning to make his way back home

What would the stars have thought watching you tonight, you wonder? Would the moon have been frowning while the dippers laughed at your antics? Would Pegasus have been stern while Aquarius admiring your youth?

You’re not exactly sure the stars appreciated you as much as you and Jack them, but you can’t find it within yourself to care, the entrancing retreating boy’s acceptance more than making up for any judgement the sky could give.

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gruvia drabble

author's note: im SORRY im really not over the last chapter. i fr never will be. but yea this one is based on the last chapter a lot more strictly. ALSO the very end issss ooc for gray but it was a cute ending soooo yea hehe. ok enjoy cutiessss<333

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After a long, grueling train ride, the team had finally made it to the city of Draseel, ready to search for the wood god dragon and take the next step in their mission.

Happy let out a long, obnoxious yawn. "I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired, too." Wendy admitted.

"I suppose it is late." Erza agreed. The team sorted out the nonsense with Erza and Erkis, got them switched back, and scolded Erza for being careless. That alone put them back another three hours.

"On the map it says there's a hotel right next to this station." Lucy looked up from the map.

"Alright, snoozing it is!" Natsu cheered. He was happy enough to be off the train, and now he got to rest on top of it.

The group got two rooms for the night, one for the boys and one for the girls. They quickly departed into their two rooms, ready to get some sleep and take on the next day.

Gray barely got a chance to breathe before Natsu and Happy were completely knocked out on their beds. They didn't bother to get under covers or anything, they were just out like a light.

"Why am I not surprised?" Gray sighed. He followed their lead and got ready for bed.

Gray flicked off his bedside light and turned over. After a few moments, he tossed over to the other side. Then onto his back. When a few slow minutes passed, he finally realized he wouldn't fall asleep right then. There was something that was picking at his mind, something he couldn't just easily sleep off.

He let out an exhale and turned his bedside table back on. He made sure not to wake up Natsu, as he didn't feel like dealing with his teasing. He carefully brought the lamp over to a desk that was in their room and quietly sat down. He rummaged through the drawers and to his luck he found just what he was looking for, a pencil and paper.

For awhile, he just stared at the blank paper. He even said "forget it" and tried to go back to bed, but he soon knew that wouldn't happen. So at the table he sat, head in his hands, thinking of how to put words from the pencil onto the paper.

Finally, he thought of something.

"Dear Juvia," He wrote at the top. Then, he hit another block. He was out of ideas once again.

"Ok, Gray, just chill out." He thought to himself. "Just write what's in your head." But that was just that--he didn't know how to translate his feelings into words.

To put it in the simplest words possible, he missed Juvia.

He didn't realize how much he did until he saw her doppelgänger and contemplated love, but he most certainly did. He wondered what she was doing, he thought about what he would be doing with her if they were together, he imagined their reunion when he got back to Fairy Tail, and actually thought fondly about how he would be showered with her love.

He couldn't seem to get her off his mind.

"Gah, this is so embarrassing." Gray thought and scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning pink.

Again, another deep breath, and he brought the pencil back to the paper.

"Dear Juvia,

The mission is going well. I know you're probably worried sick, and you wish you could be fighting with me right now, but don't worry, I'm fine. The first dragon god on our quest was a water dragon god. Of course, I naturally thought of you." He paused. He went back and erased "thought of you" and wrote "thought of your magic." After a few moments of back and forth, he ultimately decided on "thought of you."

"He was crazy powerful. It made me wonder how your magic would've matched up against him. You're almost as scary as he is, so I'm sure you would've given him a run for his money." Gray smirked at his joke, and he began to think of all the times Juvia's magic had gotten scary strong when she was in a serious fight.

"But no worries, we beat him even though your water magic would've made it a hell of a lot easier. And actually, he's a really nice guy. His magic was thrown all out of whack by this wizard that can steal people's magic. We'll definitely have to take care of them eventually, but for now, we moved onto the wood dragon god in Draseel.

Before we got on the train today we ran into a guild of celebrities that look just like us. The whole thing was super bizarre. Your doppelgänger's name was Juvina, and she was a topless dancer. Hopefully that doesn't give you any ideas for a hobby, because I'll tell you right now, it ain't happening." Gray paused and smirked once again.

"But what really got me thinking was" Gray paused. He wasn't sure how to word all of this without exploding with embarrassment, but he tried his best.

"when we met this girl Ervis; she's an actress. Her next role focuses on love, so we kind of got to talking about that. I can't lie, you're the first person that popped in my head. From there, I couldn't get you off my mind, so I figured I'd write you a letter. It's not like it'll go unwanted. I'm sure you're gonna' eat all this up.

Basically, I just wanted to say" He paused. His hand began to shake a bit, and he took a deep breath.

"I miss you, and I'm excited to see you when we get back to Fairy Tail. Make sure you have your best hug and cheery 'Gray-sama' ready for me when I get back. Honestly, I'm going through withdrawal." Gray finally let go of his breath after he wrote that. Almost everything in him was telling him to go back and erase that bit, but after reading it over for the 30th time, he knew it felt right. It was pretty much exactly what he was thinking, and he knew he had to work on his way of expressing his feelings lately, and this seemed like a good step.

"So I hope all is well at Fairy Tail. I'm sure you're taking lots of missions with Gajeel, and I'm sure you're both kicking ass. I'd expect nothing less. Oh and make some of those Juvi-buns for me. They're pretty damn good.

Sincerely, Gray."

He looked the letter over and over and over. He went back to make little changes, but ended up changing them back. After he finally wore his eraser down to nothing, he decided it was good.

"Ooo is this a love letter?" Gray jumped at the sound of Happy hovering over his shoulder.

"Hey! I thought you were sleepin'!" Gray snatched the letter from the desk and held it close to him.

"I was sleeping. Now I'm awake. Just needed a little catnap." He said.

"Ok, well let's not wake up Natsu." Gray whispered.

"Why don't we wanna' wake up Natsu?" Gray jumped again, hearing Natsu talking over his other shoulder.

"Shit! Since when are you two ninjas?!" Gray held onto the letter tighter, catching his breath from two scares.

"Since when are you a writer?" Happy grilled, notioning towards the paper in his hand.

"I-I'm not!" Gray stood up. "I'm goin' to bed!"

"Is it a looove letter?" Happy teased.

"N-no! Don't be stupid!" Gray was focused on defending himself to Happy and he lost his grip on the paper. Natsu took the opportunity and snatched the letter out of his hand.

"Dear Juvia," Natsu began to read.

"Hey! Give that back!" Gray reached for it, and Natsu pulled away.

"So it is a love letter!" Happy giggled. "What else does it say, Natsu?"

Natsu began skimming the words to which Gray began chasing him around the room.

"Does this say what I think it says?" Natsu's voice boomed. "'I miss you'?!"

"Just give it back, ya' creep!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Natsu paused, and in his free hand he lit a flame, hovering the paper over it. Gray froze.

"One more move, and it goes up in flames." Natsu raised a brow. Gray said nothing. He stood promptly, but on edge.

Natsu continued skimming over the letter. "Juvi-buns?!" He bursted "I thought you thought they were weird?!" He cackled.

Gray folded his arms and looked to the side. "Yeah. They were tasty, alright?" He murmured.

Happy and Natsu exchanged looks and began rolling with laughter.

"What else Natsu?!" Happy said through laughter.

Gray took the opening and grabbed the letter out of Natsu's hand. "I think that's enough story time for tonight."

"We're just teasing, Gray!" Natsu said, still laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, well I'm goin' to bed." Gray practically stomped his way to bed and threw the letter into a random drawer before flopping onto the mattress.

"Hey man," The laughing finally stopped. Gray turned over and saw Natsu and Happy finally collected themselves. "In all seriousness, it's pretty cool that you wrote that."

"Aye!" Happy chimed in.

"Juvia deserves to hear that kinda' stuff. You better mail it out before we leave tomorrow." Natsu smiled at Gray and got back into bed.

"...Thanks." Gray reluctantly said and turned back over.

Once he heard Natsu and Happy snoring again, Gray sat up a bit. He carefully pulled the paper and pencil back out from the drawer. He decided there was one more change he needed to make.

He erased the "Sincerely, Gray." and replaced it with "Love, Gray."

He decided the letter was perfect, and finally rolled over to get a good night's sleep.

[wouriqueen]

손 : The Guest - The finale

The Guest is now over ! 

On one hand, I’ll miss our trio a lot. On another hand, it’s a bit of a relief to not have to worry about them every week - I was so, so stressed watching the last 2 episodes, I kept pausing...

A few thoughts about this finale under the cut - about the storytelling, the plot twist, and my remaining questions ! (Like for example, what exactly undid PID?)

THE PACING

I overall really, really liked the pacing of this finale ! The dramatic opening, the treacherous lull, the big reveal, the tragic climax and the happy ending - I liked it a lot. 

Especially the lull ! Paradoxically, despite the first half of the finale being full of sweet moments, it was SO stressful ! Because Priest Yang kills himself so early into the episode, you KNOW there’s no way it’s over. But I was so surprised, I felt like every scenario I had imagined had flown out the window ... (not true in the end, since we still got Martyr!HwaPyung and Martyr!Yoon competing for the privilege to die.....) 

More importantly, Yukgwang said that PID might jump out of his dead vessel’s body to possess someone else, so I legit thougt one of the three had gotten possessed. And since Yoon was the only one who didn’t turn his eyes away when Priest Yang hit the ground, and then stayed by his side to mourn ... I thought he might have gotten caught then.

Anyway, that lull was great because you watch them settle back into life, dealing with the aftermath, and you know the other shoe is about to drop any minute, and it made me so stressed ! Kept me on the edge of my seat.

About Park Il Do explaining to Hwa Pyung why everything happened the way it did : I think it was well written but a bit too expository. Nice that it made sense and matched a lot of what we had figured out. But it was too long and detailed imo. The “Show, don’t tell” rule could have been applied to some of the stuff he said.

About who lives and who dies ... they really kept me screaming in fear for each of them almost until the end ! Especially when they were fighting in the sea.

THE BIG REVEAL

I think the show did a good job at giving us only disputable clues about whether or not Grandpa was PID, to confuse us ...

First, the clues that he might have been PID were disputable ... 

“PID is still at your house” said Priest Choi - but he was possessed, and demons lie. 

“Your grandfather is PID” said Hwa Pyung’s dad - but he was the type to run first and check never, like he did to Hwa Pyung, so how reliable could he have been ? 

AT THE SAME TIME, the two main clues that made us think ‘Oh, it’s not him’ were very convincing .... but looking back on it they were disputable too. 

Him suffering from the bus ride - 'proving’ that he was still himself ? Okay, but 20 years would have been a long time posing as Grandpa, he could have been putting a show for his fellow villagers. 

Him getting stabbed ? Okay, but he didn’t die, and we know demons can force even a sick, paralyzed body, to move normally when they inhabit it. So getting his vessel stabbed, to lift the suspicion off him among other things, couldn’t have been a big deal. 

And talking about confusing : when in episode 14 we see Grandpa’s hospital bed empty, I wondered if he’d been kidnapped by Priest Yang, or possessed - or maybe ... ? At the same time, you have Priest Yang telling Hwa Pyung that he fails to protect those in need - so you think ‘oh, he was kidnapped’. But he also says: “You fail to see what’s true”. And I thought, “could it be, he was actually possessed all this time ?” In the end, it was both, haha

... And the show also did a really good job at distracting us from analyzing all that ! 

Demons lie, but what Priest Choi said turned out to be true in some way since Yukgwang found something at Hwa Pyung’s family house. And why would Priest Yang hide anything there ? BUT the show worked SO HARD to distract us from that : I mean, Grandpa does get “kidnapped”, so no reason to doubt him anymore, right ? Not to mention, the suspicion around Hwa Pyung, Yoon’s impending doom,  Priest Yang looking like he was about to strangle Grandpa, and of course, acting like he was the mastermind of it all. Maybe some of you weren’t fooled, but I was !

REMAINING QUESTIONS

I think the writers tied the loose ends quite neatly.  But here are my last questions / musings, in order of importance !

Not to be annoying but ... WHY did PID disappear, exactly ? I mean, Hwa Pyung did not die (not complaining). And Yoon did not complete his exorcism, since he did not die either. (Not complaining). So technically, neither of their plan succeded. Could it mean that Yoon’s desperate prayers to God worked out ? “I can’t defeat my enemy so please save my friend” ? “Please protect my hyung” ? That’s ... very lucky I guess... But again, not complaining !! Just curious lol.

Why did the Holy cross cause pain to Priest Yang and Park Hong Joo even though they weren’t possessed ? And why did Yoon suffer while trying to exorcise Priest Yang - who wasn’t possessed? PHJ had to brace herself before going into the church. Yoon prayed over his rosary before offering it to her, and it caused her serious pain. Same for Priest Yang - when Yoon tried to prove he was possessed to the parish council, and put a cross on his head while praying, his hands clenched in pain. Could it be that when you follow the devil for a long time, your soul becomes so corrupted, that you can’t be in prolonged contact with anything holy ? As if you too, in some way, had turned into a demon ? And is that why Yoon was in pain trying to exorcise Priest Yang - because Priest Yang had become soaked into PID’s evil energy, and Yoon’s curse responded to that ?

Was Priest Yang planning killing PID in the hospital?  Before Hong Joo called him, Priest Yang was in Grandpa’s hospital room, and it looked like he was going to strangle him. If he was, could it be because the trio was after him and threatening his lifestyle, and he didn’t feel like serving PID was a good deal anymore ? I mean, he did say : “I didn’t want to do this, but your grandson keeps following me”.

Why exactly did Priest Yang kill himself ? Learning that he wasn’t possessed made me soooo curious about him. He was clearly tired of living this way, which is why he said : “Now, I’m free”. But does that mean he hadn’t really ever been on board with PID’s beliefs, but was too scared to oppose him? Or is it just being his servant that he hated ? OR did he just kill himself because he was a wanted man, with no way left to live among people ?

Did Priest Yang still have affection for Yoon ? Raising Yoon himself makes much more sense if he wasn’t possessed. Because even if PID did decide to let Yoon live back then, out of arrogance, the thought that he would take care of Yoon himself while he was becoming a powerful exorcist was a bit weird. But then, did Priest Yang love Yoon ? When Yoon keeps on trying to exorcise him on the rooftop, Priest Yang looks mad. I thought it was PID worrying that Yoon might really get rid of him despite his curse, but ... he wasn’t possessed. So was he just in pain because of Yoon’s prayers ? Or was he worried about Yoon ? Could he have killed himself because he decided he didn’t want Yoon to die after all? (Hence him saying “Two people were supposed to die (Yoon and Kil Young, since PID needed Hwa Pyung) but only one will die tonight (Priest Yang himself)”).

Did PID / Grandpa really sneak out of the hospital JUST to possess Sister Kim and PHJ’s driver? Which would be why his bed was empty in ep 14. We know that when Priest Yang ‘kidnapped’ him, he went through proper trasnfer procedures - and I don’t think it’s possible at night. So it had to have been done the next morning, after escaping from Hwa Pyung. Which means Grandpa went out, did the deed, snuck back in, left again with Priest Yang in the morning ... That’s a lot of work for two possessions that didn’t achieve much lmao. Priest Yang could have just killed them ...

Anyway ! This got super long, but I just needed to get it out of my system. Would love to read other people’s thoughts on these =D

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are you sorry now||kurt&&xander

Who: @gleedalekurt && @ghouliexander

Where: Hummel Household

When: Jan 20th

Triggers: waterboarding, torture, fucked up shit

XANDER in italic && KURT in bold

Xander was sick and fucking tired of Kurt Hummel thinking he could run his mouth day in and day out without any backlash because his brother's Ghoulie status or his father's job would somehow protect him from the consequences of his actions. Soooo, here he was, pulling up to the Hummel house. He marched up to the door, not bothering to knock, and then kicked the door open, not giving a crap when the wood edges splintered. "Hummel?" He yelled out, a feral grin on his face. "Ask and ye shall receive. Unfortunately I promised Aaron no permanent damage so those lungs are staying where they are but I'm sure we can find a different way to have fun." He marched deeper into the house, his boots not hiding where he was headed, and he looked around. "Come out, come out wherever you are."

Kurt had been at home watching a movie when he heard someone pull into the drive. He wasn’t meeting Dave and he wasn’t expecting his dad so this shocked him and then he thought. Shit, XANDER had been serious. He stood and ran upstairs, looking for somewhere to hide. He’d reached the top when he heard the door smash open. He panicked and jumped into the utility closet, looking out through the bars, hoping Xander wouldn’t find him.

Xander could hear movement upstairs, and he zeroed in on the sound, stomping up stairs and looking around. "Hummel? This is juvenile, really. Hide and seek?" He pushed open a door, but all he could see was an empty bedroom.  "You asked for this remember? So put your money where your mouth is and come take your ass kicking like a man." He pushed open another door, and then zeroed in on the closet near the end of the hall, going over and flinging it open, his grin widening when he was met with terrified blue eyes. "Gotcha."

Kurt heard the doors slam and his breath hitched, this guys was a fucking psycho. Did Aaron know he was even here. When Xander stopped in front of the closet he gulped and then the door flung open and his eyes widened looking up at him, “I’m sorry if I didn’t quite want to get my ass kicked as soon as you walked through the door” he said, trying to sound brave.

"You should of thought of that before you ran your mouth incessantly, little pest," Xander said, smirking as he pulled his arm back and then decked Kurt straight in the face. He remembered his promise to Aaron though, so he aimed for the side, not straight on, to keep his nose in one piece. Whoever said he wasn't a good bro, was a liar. As Kurt crumpled from the force of the hit, Xander yanked him out of the closet and back towards the stairs. He needed room for what he was doing next. "No more hiding."

Kurt went to shake his head but as he did, he felt the fist collide with his cheek. He’d only been punched once and it had hurt then but Xander was a lot stronger the Hunter and it sent his head, rolling to the side. He tried to fight from Xanders grip, “Let go of me you ass” he demanded, “I swear to god”.

Xander barked out a laugh. "What? What are you going to do, Hummel? Daddy and your little boyfriend aren't here to save you now. You thought the Serpents were bad? They're nothing next to me." He twisted Kurt's arm back in a way where if he tried to fight out of his grip, his arm would snap. "You're coming downstairs and we're going to have some fun together, alright?"

Kurt took a deep breath and sighed, his jaw clenched as Xander twisted his arm. It hurt and trying to fight it was most definitely going to result in a break of some sort. He nodded at the orders, following Xander down the stairs, scared of what might happen, "I get it. I'm sorry OK. I won't run my mouth again" he tried to beg before it could go to far.

"Too little too late, brat. I gave you several opportunities to remove yourself from the conversation and you insisted, so with your brother's blessing we are having some fun today," he snapped, pulling Kurt down the stairs and into the kitchen. He kicked him in the back of the knees with one hard boot, with enough strength to bruise, until he collapsed into one of the chairs, and then he tied his arms behind his back with one efficient twist, using Kurt's own scarf to do so. "There we go. That was easy, right?"

Kurts eyes widened again, Aaron had agreed. He thought his brother would stop this, “Aaron told you to come here” he asked, a bit blindsided. When they got to the kitchen, the kick to the back of the legs, brought him back to the real world and he fell on to the chair, wincing at the pain. It was with his arms behind his back he shook his head, “Look, I’m really fucking sorry OK. Please don’t do whatever you are going  to do” he begged, fear evident in his voice.

"As long as I don't permanently maim you, I can do whatever I want," he taunted, pulling out a switchblade and digging it into Kurt's throat, not enough to cause any real damage but enough to break the skin and cause blood to trickle down Kurt's skin, and then digging his knee hard into Kurt's belly. "I'm going to do exactly what I please," he said, grabbing a thin fabric from his pocket and pulling it over Kurt's face, before grabbing a pitcher of water and coming back over to Kurt.

Kurt shook his head but kept still as the knife came to his throat and he felt the blood trickle down. This guy was a fucking lunatic. He lurched forward with the knee to the stomach and, once he regained his breath, he said, “I have neighbours, I’ll fucking scream if I have too”. He tried to shake the fabric from his face, what he hell was this dude doing, “What the heck are you doing?”

Xander ignored the threat, and instead proceeded to tilt the chair back at an angle and then very carefully pour water over the cloth, making sure it was hitting the parts of the cloth that were on Kurt's nose and mouth, knowing for certain that the boy's gag reflex was kicking in and making him feel as if he were drowning for real. He continued to pour for a few moments, before briefly letting up so that the other male could gasp in some air.

Kurt looked at the water and then suddenly it felt like someone had pushed him under a wave and he was gasping for air, his breathing not working properly and he wanted to hurl all at the same time. When the water stopped he took a few moments to try and catch his breath, "What the fuck you lunatic" he panted out, "Stop this!"

"Are you having fun yet, Hummel? Am I all talk still?" He snarled, before tugging the chair back again and dumping more water on Kurt's face. He poured the water over his face a lot more this time, wanting Kurt to fear actually passing  out before he stopped.

Before Kurt could respond he felt the chair go back again and tried to shake his head, but the water hit him and he started gasping again. This was horrid, it was pure torture. The water felt like ice and he couldn't get his breath. He wanted to plead for Xander to stop, but the water kept coming and he felt like he was going to faint, his head swimming and dizzy.

As soon as Xander felt like Kurt had gone without air long enough, he stopped the water and rightened him again, and then kneed him in the stomach again. "Alright, bitch, you still as confident?"

Kurt didn't have enough time to breathe before being kneeled in the stomach, doubling over as he strained against the restraints. He took a few moments, he thought he was going to pass out. He looked up at Xander when he could and hissed, "Bite me".

“Still mouthy, huh?” He decked Kurt across the face, hard enough to make his head snap back, and then grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back once more, adjusting the cloth and then pouring water across his face again, this time holding it even longer.

Kurt cursed himself for answering back as his head snapped backwards from the force of the blow. He'd only just brought his back central when he yelped in pain as his hair was roughly pulled backwards. He tried to beg, no more, but it was too late and the cold water hit his face again and he continued to gasp and  struggle to breathe. His hands were gripping behind him as he tried to keep himself conscious.

Xander continued to pour, counting the seconds in his head until he was certain Kurt was likely struggling to stay awake and then paused the flow of the water now. "How about now, Hummel, huh? Still mouthy?" He leaned in closer. "It'd be so easy to just let the water flow and flow and flow until you stop breathing and just tell Aaron it was a little unfortunate slip of the hand, a tiny little accident, and then I could leave your pretty little corpse in here for daddy to find you. Is that what you want?"

Kurt gasped and cough, how could this feel so much like drowning when he wasn't underwater. He shook his head, as he brought he breathing back under control. He felt sick, his head hanging, eyes staring at the floor, "Just fucking stop. You've had your fun, please stop" he begged. He listened to what Xander said and shook his head, "No, I don't want my dad to find me dead, I want you to stop".

Xander tightened his grip on Kurt, moving the cloth and then yanking him up by the hair so that he could look him in the eyes. "Say you're fucking sorry. Say you're not going to get mouthy with me again, and maybe, just maybe, I'll leave you alone."

Kurt winced at the grip, and he took a minute. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to be snarky, wanted to tell Xander no, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. He reasoned with his brain but it didn’t work as he narrowed his eyes and shook his head in the grip, “I want you to stop but I won’t say sorry for having an opinion”.

Xander sighed. He'd given Kurt an out and he'd rejected. "Alright, princess, guess you're going under again," he muttered, flipping the cloth back over his face and then pouring more water over Kurt's nose and mouth, waiting even longer than the last time, enough that even he felt like he might be pushing his luck with keeping him conscious, but when he finally stopped, Kurt was luckily still awake.

Kurt coughed and spluttered when the water stopped and gasped out, “Okay okay, I’m fucking sorry alright”. He couldn’t do this any more. He thought he was going to die. “I’m fucking sorry so stop” he begged. He was about willing to get on his hands and knees and beg at this point, he didn’t want this.

Xander poured the water over Kurt's face one last time, just to make sure his point was crystal clear before he finally set the pitcher of water down, and flipped the cloth off Kurt. "See? Not so hard is it, bitch?" He said, grabbing Kurt out of the chair and throwing him to the floor before kicking him in the stomach once for good measure. "Watch your fucking mouth. Or next time I see you, I'll make sure you don't have the means to run it again," he snarled, before turning his back on the shaking boy and stalking out of the house.

Kurt watched as Xander walked away, his body shaking hard, he couldn't believe what had happened. He muttered 'ass' under his breath and pulled pout his phone, not sure who to call....

[softstraykidsimagines]

Boyfriend!Seungmin Stray Kids

ALRIGHTY

Our lovely fluffy Seungmin

He’s lowkey becoming bias wrecker for me whoops

Let’s get started!!

During when he has a crush on you

Ohhhh boy

He’s gonna be insanely shy

It’s adorable

He’ll try to do little things to make you happy

From complementing you

To buying you something small like a key chain

But it’s always something meaningful

Something that reminds you of him

Let’s not discard the fact that anytime he actually does something like this for you

He’s gonna sprint away before you can even thank him properly

And he’ll hide somewhere so that you can’t see or hear him squeal with joy

Ok it’s official I am soft for Seungmin

You don’t really have too much doubt about him liking you

You’ve picked up remarkably fast how shy he is with you compared to when he’s with the rest of SK 

And you figured he had an ulterior motive when he happened to just “think of you” and buy something

Or when he teases you but quickly apologises and tells you he doesn’t mean it 

He’s just not very subtle 

So you’re rather upfront with him one day when you ask

“Soooo, I’ve been wondering…. why have you been so sweet to me? With all the nice gifts and stuff?”

He would immediately go red in the face

His eyes would go wide

And he’d just stand there a moment with his mouth hanging open not knowing wtf to do

And you feel kinda bad tbh

No one likes being in such an awkward situation so the way you just asked him out-of-the-blue seemed almost cruel

He finally managed to stutter out

“W-well umm…. I k-kinda… sort o-of l-like you…?”

It deadass took him a whole 30sec to finish

And you’re doing an Irish jig on the inside cause

WOOT WOOT he likes you too!!

“I really like you too, Seungmin” you say quickly before he can run off in embarrassment

He looks at you hella confused like

The person he’s liked for so freaking long likes him back?? Or is he dreaming??? Whatishappeningrightnow????

SeungminHasStoppedWorking.jpg

So you tell him where you want to hang out in the future

And there we go you’ve successfully planned your first date woohoo!!

Dates with this bean are soft and laid back

Ice cream dates

Coffee dates

Just wandering-around-for-no-reason dates

It’s so relaxing

Of course until one of you holds the other’s hand

Then it’s skyrocketing heart rates

And pink cheeks

At the end of your 2nd or 3rd date, he’d finally muster the courage to kiss you....

On the cheek haha you thought 

As you’re saying goodbye

Leaving you flustered af as he runs away yelling that he’ll text you later

I don’t think he’ll have the guts to kiss you first tho 

It’s up to you my friend

You’ll be sitting on a bench somewhere, just talking

And he just

Randomly

Pokes your cheek.

And you look at him like wtf man why

And he just turns away grinning

So you get cheeky, planning on making this sudden burst of confidence melt faster than snow in the sun

So you swoop in and peck his cheek

He blushes like crazy but he refuses to let you win

So he looks at you a moment

With a slight smirk on his face

Seriously where did all this confidence come from he was a shy child a minute ago tf?

And he kisses you right on the nose

Needless to say that surprised you

And spur of the moment

You decide you’re gonna kiss him smack on the lips

His eyes are wide as all hell

But he relaxes a split second later, kissing you back softly

You both part smiling slightly

Before he whisper-screeches, hiding his face in his hands, all embarrassed

And you also blush like crazy, also fighting the urge to run away

GAH THIS IS SO CUTE 

When he introduces you to the rest of the group

Oh

My god

It’s gonna be chaos I swear

Everyone’s gonna welcome you politely and enthusiastically

And then they’ll start poking fun at Seungmin

“AWWWW they’re so lovely! How on earth did you get them to date you??” Says Jisung

“I bet he pays them” replies Minho, cackling

“Must have been a lot of money” chipped in Changbin, enjoying himself 

All the while Seungmin makes a face like ‘this is the shit I need to put up with all the time good lord’

“Come on guys! Of course y/n didn’t agree to this for money” yells Jeongin

Seungmin is about to thank him when he finishes:

“They obviously came to meet me through Hyung” and he sprints off at top speed with Seungmin hot on his heels screaming bloody murder

“Please take care of him, y/n” Chan says quietly while the other boys guffaw at the two youngest’s behavior. “He really likes you”

And that’s exactly what you do

You guys have got each others back

No matter what

Someone tries to offend you in any way, shape or form 

And he’s there in front of you like a human shield ready to fight 

If he gets sick you’re there as quick as a flash with everything he needs, all the way from cold remedies to recipes for hot soup

While you’re making sure he’s not burning up, he’ll just whisper

“Can I just cuddle you? I swear I won’t sneeze on you”

So you just lie there holding each other the entire day

He keeps his promise and doesn’t sneeze on you btw

When you’re sick, he’s not gonna know what the hell to do

Lost puppy 

He’ll run around trying to find the right meds for you (he’ll take the time to read each label to make sure it’s the right one)

He’ll try to make soup it doesn’t work

But after a while he’ll calm down and sit with you to watch something on TV

Apologising that he couldn’t make your fav meal 

Makes up for it by buying takeout 

Man I want takeout now :(

He can sometimes feel down about the day

Something might have happened at the fansign/performance, he might feel really tired and fed up with work

So it’s your job to be there and comfort him 

You just wrap your arms around him and sit with his head on your shoulder 

And he cries silently with you, grateful that you’re with him 

Guess who’s emo while writing this

Sometimes days can get bad enough that he starts to shut you out all-together 

Seungmin isn’t the direct type 

He isn’t gonna start an argument because he’s stressed 

He’s gonna avoid any kind of conflict 

So he avoids you, ignores you, refuses to talk to you when he’s too upset 

Because he doesn’t want to lash out and hurt you 

But he’ll notice when he does this that it actually does hurt you 

Almost more than an argument would 

Because you want to help 

And he won’t let you 

So he’ll eventually come to talk to you, his head bowed and eyes glimmering with tears 

And he’ll just hug you, asking for you to forgive how stupid he can be 

RIGHT back to fluff because I don’t want to cry rn 

He loves to teach you to sing his parts in every song 

He feels you can understand his work better and be closer to him 

You two will end up sometimes randomly singing his part in a song at the top of your lungs in the dorm, in turn pissing off the rest of the boys 

You’ll both have singing competitions: who can sing the highest, lowest, longest, or most dramatically 

And you both end up collapsing from laughing too hard 

He’s gonna try to speak English around you 

Just so he can practice 

Have you heard his awesome accent during ASC that is a yes from me I don’t want to forget that 

He might ask you for help but he’s mostly too stubborn and proud to so he’ll struggle for a while until you ask if he wants a helping hand 

“Hey, need help for the pronunciation, there?” 

“Nope! Nope it’s fine! I’m fine! Toooootally fine” :D 

You two like trying to learn new recipes to cook for the rest of SK 

It’s actually super fun 

And you both manage to make a few dishes without setting the dorms on fire *applause* 

And you make breakfast for them too: fried eggs! now I’m really hungry aw man 

And the boys are already teasing you talking about how you’re couple goals and how well you two go together 

Making the both of you sprint back into the kitchen, giggling like children

Seungmin is gonna ask you to meet his family first 

But it doesn’t scare you that much 

For a good reason:

He’s an angel, so he must have been raised by angels logic

You meet them and they melt when they see you 

You chat, they share pictures of Seungmin when he was little he’s gonna be close to crying from embarrassment because “COME ON YOU JUST MET” 

His sister adores you 

Tells you about the pranks she’s pulled on her poor bro in the past 

Which warrants a death glare from Seungmin 

All in all his fam are your fam because they love you as much as they love Seungmin 

He’s a lot A LOT more nervous about meeting your parents 

He’s pretty damn close to fainting when the day to meet up comes 

Pale as sheet istg 

So you gotta be there for him to cling onto like a baby koala 

Save this boy I beg of you

Nearly hides behind you when he first greets your parents 

Basically leaps out of his skin every time someone raises their voice even a little bit 

But he gets a little calmer after a while 

And starts to genuinely smile and laugh 

By the end of the day he’s a happy squish with no sign of nervousness

Success! 

In the evenings he likes to buy a crap-ton of snacks and sit with you to binge watch your fav show 

You two will probs have a competition to see who can catch the most food in their mouth sigh 

He loves when you poke his left cheek 

He’ll act cute with you if he’s asking for something 

And it’s so freaking hard to say no damn it!!

He’ll have a fucking heart attack if he sees you wearing one of his hoodies or denim jackets like how many does he actually have??

But he’ll love it 

He’s gonna grin from ear to ear saying how cute you look 

Will not let you go throughout the night

Just wants to cling to you and snuggle you to death the entire evening 

You’ve probs already guessed that he is definitely not gonna be the first one to say ‘I love you’ 

Nah he’s way to shy and lowkey scared to 

But I bet you’re gonna do it kinda by accident 

You guys have been having a dance competition 

He’s gonna be jumping around all energetic and happy 

Because he’s having the time of his life messing around with you 

And you’ll accidentally let slip: 

“You’re such a dork! This is why I love you so much” 

And both of you stop laughing and stare at each other 

While you’re mentally going OH SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE 

But Seungmin suddenly screams like a little girl 

He can’t contain himself

Runs at you at full speed 

And tackles you into a bone-crushing hug 

Making you both topple over onto the floor laughing 

Without letting you go, he’s gonna say, all giddy “I love you too!!! I was scared to say it but I’m not anymore I do love youuuuuuu!!” 

And the rest of the day you’re both skipping around, making SK wonder wtf happened to the two of you

“Are they possessed or something?” -Hyunjin 

“Who even knows with those two” -Chan  

“Guess we’ll never know” -Felix, chuckling 

Half the time they don’t get at all what happens between you two lmao 

When Stray Kids are away, Seungmin’s gonna want to FaceTime you whenever he’s free 

He’s a pouty boy who misses you senseless and forgets how to function like a proper human being when you’re not around 

SK are having to tell him specifically what to do every other minute because he keeps daydreaming about when he gets to see you again smh 

He’s gonna be so.freakin.hyper on the way back from wherever the boys were 

No one wants to sit next to him on the plane because they know all he’s gonna want to do is talk about you 

And they get enough of that on a regular basis anyway 

But they’re happy at how energetic he is when they land and he can finally see you 

He’s gonna Naruto run to you and hug you so tightly whispering how much he missed you 

And you’ll be laughing like 

“It’s been two days, buddy” 

“Yeah but it feels like AGES! It’s been an eternity and I was going insane!!” 

Seungmin most likely won’t go public about your relationship until after a year to a year-and-a-half

Wants to make sure you’re 100% ok with it 

Because he knows there will be a bit probably a lot of drama on the net about you 

He’ll post a cute selfie of the two of you 

You’re both smiling happily 

And he’ll caption it: ‘Hey everyone!! This is y/n, we’ve been together for quite a while now, and I wanted to introduce you! I hope you welcome them warmly!’ 

The internet isn’t going to shut up about you for an eternity holy shit

The entire universe ships you two 

You’re the adorable smiley couple

That everyone 

And I mean everyone 

Loves to bits 

A/N: YAY! It was really fun to write about this adorable fluff ball :D 

Also, there aren’t NEARLY as many Seungmin GIFs as there should be!

Hope everyone has a lovely day!! And feel free to request anything! Ciao <3

P.S: I love this GIF so much it’s not even funny 

[ellohcee]

Alright. Your writing is amazing and Im a complete sucker for angst, soooo #17, ladynoir, post-reveal potentially? Thanks hun!

Sorry it took so long, took me a bit to figure out which direction I wanted to go with the prompt, but here it is! It’s not super angsty, but I got a little of everything in there so I hope you like it!

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50 Prompts

#17 – Promise

Miraculous Ladybug

Prompt List

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“I’ll always be by your side.”

It’s a statement that sends chills upher spine, as if a cold hand trails spindle fingers across her skinto leave goosebumps in their wake. She wants to believe him, with allof her heart, because she’d like nothing more than to always face theroad ahead with her partner. He is her strength, her pillar, and hersunshine. Ladybug can’t imagine life without him in it, his beautifulsmile and ever present optimism.

But, as much as this promise fills herheart with joy, it also forms a pool of dread in her stomach. How canhe know? How can he be so certain that he’ll always be there? Notthat she expects him to ever desert her willingly. No, it’s hisdetermination to protect her that scares Ladybug the most.

Chat Noir is always so immediate tothrow himself in harms way, taking hits for her, being thedistraction, drawing the danger and painting a giant target on hisown chest. On one hand she loves him for how brave and selfless heis, but the way he acts it out terrifies her. Hawk Moth is learningfrom them, taking in every defeat with unbridled anger but alsoputting it to use. Every Akuma seems to get a little closer, landharder blows, give them more of a run for their money than the last.It’s a constant dance, a deadly waltz of push and pull, dangernipping their heels like a constant presence. And one day, she fearsit will catch them, and he’ll throw himself in harms way like always.

Just last night she woke in a coldsweat from nightmares, haunted by the images in her sleep. It hadbeen after a close call with that day’s Akuma. A barber, enraged by agreedy customer feigning discontent and smearing the name of hisbusiness, akumatized to become Close Shave. The transformed civilianwields a huge barber’s blade, sleek and sharp and blinding them byreflecting flashes of the midday sun.

Chat had a close shave indeed, blockinga swing that had been aimed for Ladybug by deflecting it with hisstaff. But it strayed far too close, grinding against the staff andsending a shower of sparks from the contact. The blade ended upcatching his forearm along the way just before narrowly missing hisface. Ladybug had screamed, pure, unbridled rage and fear, as bloodseeped from the cut in his suit and ran down his arm, swinging heryo-yo out to wrap around the surprised Akuma.

After the fight, she stood tremblingwith fading adrenaline, clutching his hand in her own and making surethere was absolutely no trace of injury after the fix. “Really, I’mfine,” he tried to insist, but she merely glared down at his armwith tears in her eyes, bringing his feeble assurance to a halt. Shewanted to yell at him, tell him that was stupid and reckless, but shecouldn’t find the words as her throat was too tight. So she gave hima punch in the shoulder, then a tight hug, and ran off without aword, surely leaving him confused.

Later she tries to put it from her mind, toforget the sight of blood running down the leather of his suit, butit will not leave. She feels nauseous a few times imagining what couldhave been, how close he’d come to something much worse, and has tolie down more than once. That night her sleep is plagued by terribleimages, of how things could have gone, and if her fix works on moreserious injuries. In her dreams, it does not. In her dreams, he islost.

These nightmares are the reason sheslumps into her seat at school the next morning, tired and aching anda subtle sway to her body when she tries to sit still. Her friendsknow something is up, but she’s thankful she doesn’t look as terribleas she feels. “Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asks, startlingher out of nearly falling asleep moments after sitting down. Her bodyflinches upright, an all-over sensation akin to a jolt ofelectricity.

“Ah, y-yes, I’m fine,” shestutters, her heart beating rapidly. For once it’s not becauseAdrien’s talking to her, but for being jolted out of that near sleepstate. She’s too tired to be nervous or embarrassed from those greeneyes watching her, she just wants to set her head on the desk. Somehazy passing of time and the cool stinging of her forehead makes herrealize she’s actually done it. They’ve given up talking to her,maybe assuming she’s fallen asleep in the few minutes before class.They’ll wake her when it’s time.

But suddenly her blood runs cold in herveins, because Alya’s going on about the Akuma attack yesterday andoh there’s a news report about it.Of course there would be, and of course Alya would be playing thevideo. She listens in an uncomfortable fog to the sounds of theirfight, feeling herself dragging down into the depths of sleep. Butsomewhere in the haze of her exhausted mind she hears the sharp hissof metal and Chat’s yell of pain that causes and immediate andviolent churn of her stomach. Marinette stands abruptly and hurriesout of the room, afraid she might be sick as she heads for thebathroom.

The exhaustion fromrunning on a mere 3 hours of sleep opens the door for her full bodyreaction. When Alya finds her in the bathrooms, Marinette is pale andshaking, a cold sweat over her body like she’s just woken from one ofthose terrible nightmares. “Marinette, geez, are you okay? You looklike you’re going to pass out!” Alya exclaims in worry, hoveringover her where Marinette leans heavily over the porcelain sink.

“No, I can’t…”she trails off, another wave of nausea hitting her hard.

“I have to takeyou home, you look terrible,” Alya says softly. “Can you walk? Doyou need a minute?”

She does, sheabsolutely does, so she nods stiffly. Alya looks worried, she’s neverseen her friend so disheveled. “I’m going to go tell Bustier I’mwalking you home, and I’ll get your bag, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Her hands trembleon the sink, and she wonders why this is affecting her so much, sostrongly, as if her heart were about to break. Is it the lack ofsleep making her overreact, or is it something much more? Her headspins just a little, and after several moments, she whispers into thevast silence of the bathroom. “You can’t be by my side if you keepputting yourself in danger, Chat,” she grumbles softly.

“And I can’t beby your side if you get hurt.”

Marinette’s headwhips up so fast that everything spins, and she almost falls overbefore hands are suddenly under her arms, keeping her from hittingtile. That’s definitely not Alya, the hands are bigger, and she fallsagainst a firm chest as her rescuer supports her. Her heart poundingin alarm, she trembles in their grasp because everything is stillspinning so she has no idea who’s touching her.

“Woah thereblondie, girls bathroom much? Thanks, but I’ll take it from here.You’re lucky you stopped her from kissing the floor, otherwise I’dbeat your ass for being in here. Go on, shoo!” Alya berates theperson, steering Marinette away from that comforting figure. Is thatChat? There’s no way he’s here…

But whenMarinette’s vision clears and she peers over Alya’s shoulder, shesees Adrien there, and her heart nearly stops. There are so manyemotions in his gaze, surprise, recognition, worry, love, that itsends a jolt through her body to realize it was him who’d startledher in the bathroom. And it was him who’d spoken those words.

He’s wide-eyed andalmost out of her sight, and just before they round the corner, hemouths something that looks suspiciously like ‘it’s you.’

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Later that nightthey meet up for patrol, Chat Noir ghosting across rooftops until hefinds her, slowing to a halt. He stands hesitantly a few feet awaybefore approaching, looking concerned. “Hey, you okay Bug?” heasks softly, peering at her from under wild bangs. “You look…um…”

“Terrible?” shegroans, running a hand down her face. “Of course I do, I hardlyslept. And today…” she trails off, as if questioning the realityof what happened in the bathroom. Was that really Adrien under themask?

Chat blinks. “Why?”

“Why?” sherepeats, incredulous. “Because of you!” she snaps, startling him.Normally she’d feel bad for causing that kicked kitten look on hisface, but she’s too exhausted to care. All of her pent up worry andfrustration she hadn’t verbally communicated yesterday swells like aflood. “Because you- jumped in front of me like that yesterday andgot yourself hurt because of me- And the nightmares! I kept seeing-You- and the knife-”

She doesn’t realizeshe’s started to get worked up until Chat wraps his arms around herin a hug, trying to calm her down and rubbing a hand up and down herback. “Hey hey, it’s alright, I’m okay, you fixed me up!” heexclaims quietly, feeling her exhausted body start to slump in hisembrace. He’s not sure if Ladybug is actually calming down or if thatbrief burst of angry energy is wearing off. Her arms raise up toweakly return the hug, and his chest tightens with worry. “Are yousure you should be out? Today in the bathroom…”

“So it wasyou,” she whispers in amazement. “I wasn’t sure if I had beenhearing things, or I misunderstood…”

“Yeah, sorry I…after you ran out, you looked so sick, I walked in right as you saidthat and I just kind of blurted out… I’m really sorry, I didn’tmean to,” he rambles nervously, wary of disappointing her forruining their shared anonymity.

“Don’t be,” shewhispers softly, making him blink.

“Really?” heasks, surprised.

Ladybug nods weaklyas he lowers them both to sit on the rooftop. “I… know it wasbound to happen eventually, there’s no denying that. The onlyquestion was whether it would be an accident, or when it becamesafe,” she sighs, making his eyes light up at the implication. “ButChat… I… need you to promise me something.”

He leans forward,claws digging into the palms of his gloves in barely concealed glee.“Anything, My Lady.”

“Please, youcan’t keep… trying to take all the hits for me,” she whispers,making his face fall. “Yesterday rattled me so badly, seeing youhurt like that because you were trying to protect me… I can takecare of myself!” she suddenly exclaims hotly, making him lean backin surprise. “But also, I could never live with myself if somethinghappened to you because of me. In the last 24 hours I’ve nearly hadthree full mental or physical breakdowns because your arm was gaugedopen. I’ll lose it if anything ever happens to you,” she admitssoftly.

Chat swallowsagainst the lump in his throat, feeling the full force of his loveand joy battling against the terrible feeling of upsetting her. “Wellyou know the same is true for me,” he says quietly.

“Then let’scompromise,” she demands. “Instead of you trying to take hits forme all the time, yank me out of the way! I can take hits Chat, soplease, no more human shield! You promised to always be by my side,right? Then be by my side, not in front of me. You’re mypartner and my friend, but you’re not my sacrificial lamb. Okay?”she pleads, taking one of his hands in her trembling grip and lookinghim dead in the eye.

Chat is strucksilent by the expression on her face, her eyes trembling in so manyemotions that he feels like he’s been sucked into a gale of hurricanewinds. His heart skips a beat before coming back to a painful tempoin his chest. He’s not used to seeing her so desperate, pleading withhim when she’s usually self-assured and confident. He wants to sayit’s worth the risk if he can keep her safe, but seeing her so hurtand worried over him breaks his heart. How can he say no? He takes aslow breath, before carefully setting his free hand atop of hers.“Okay,” he finally relents, seeing the wash of relief floodthrough her instantly. “No more sacrificial lamb, for your peace ofmind.”

“Thank you,”she sighs, leaning forward abruptly to hug him. “You stupid cat,”she grumbles in finality, making him laugh.

“My Lady,” hesays in a sudden fit of joy, holding her tight against his chest.“I’m so glad it’s you,” he whispers into her hair, the pleasantswirl of emotion humming in his chest.

Ladybug smiles, andfor the first time since she’d temporarily hated him, she’s notstuttering around Adrien. It’s hard to be nervous anymore because her‘perfect’ dazzling crush is really a giant goofball in cat ears, andthat thought makes her want to laugh. More importantly, he’s been oneof the best friends she’s ever had and he’s secretly been at her sidemore than either of them realized. And that one makes her eternallygrateful, seeping into her voice without restraint as she responds.“Me too.”

“You’re also gladthat you’re you? Or you’re happy that I’m me?” Chat teases.

“Shut up youdork,” she laughs, pushing him over.

[cas-backwards-tie]

Mugged

Summary: You finally get mugged after moving to Gotham City. What happens when the local legend the ‘manbat- or was it batman’ saves you?

Warnings: Mentions of a mugging

Author’s Note: I’m just posting this because I’m too fatigued to finish my requests right now and or to even try to write as I went to the doctor today and they told me that I’m probably still feeling weak and fatigued easily because I was not only sick with a cold for a month and a half, but had allergies and unknowingly an ear infection and then I had to deal with antibiotics that gave me terrible stomach pains. So, yeah... But I hope you enjoy this- I wrote this back in boarding school! 

“Hey Bruce, I, uh, I don’t know if you’re sleeping, or busy, or… I don’t know- I just, uh, would appreciate it if you could call me back… Maybe tomorrow, or- uh, whenever you can… You know, whenever- haha, well, I, uh, I’ll be here, so… Just call me back, okay?” As I hang up I feel more nervous laughter coming on. I always knew Gotham was a dangerous city when I moved here, I knew it had a high crime index, but I never thought I’d experience it first hand- at least, I hoped I wouldn’t. 

I ran my hands through my hair and flopped back on my bed- it was a hot night tonight, but a cool breeze drifted in through my window; I get up and close the window, worried that some vandal could crawl in and try to kill me in my sleep. I lie in bed for who knows how long before I jump- my heart races and I realize it’s just my phone going off, “Hello?”

“I apologize for not being able to call sooner, what’s wrong? You sounded like you’d seen a ghost in your voicemail” I sigh knowing it’s Bruce, I internally feel my heart swell at the care in his voice.

“It’s okay, you just, uh,” I let out a shaky breath trying to recover from the scare his call had given me “scared me. It was all quiet in my room and then the phone just went off, haha” I laugh nervously, fear still setting in my mind as I look around my room, hopeful there isn’t anything lurking in the corners besides my sleep deprived anxieties. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but you wanted me to call. What did you want to talk to me about?” I face palm knowing I was forgetting something.

“Well, uh- let’s just go with I’m really tired, but something weird happened to me today… And, I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep so I figured maybe talking about it with someone would help” 

“What happened?”

“I know it’s gonna sound crazy, and honestly- I should’ve been smarter and more quick, but I was walking home from work today, for some reason deciding to take the more scenic route, and I got mugged” I sigh into the phone.

“Really? What happened?!”

“I, uh, well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but I always carry pepper spray- you know, because when I moved here all I heard about Gotham was how high the frickin’ crime rate is, like really? That’s pretty much what I feel like Gotham’s known for- crime, and, well, you” I laugh a little as now I’m starting to joke and ramble, knowing that I can tell Bruce anything.

“Anyways, I wasn’t quick enough, and the guy pinned me to the wall and well, he- uh, kind of frisked me… Even though you’d think he’d go for my purse- but no. I was disgusted and scared- I didn’t really scream because I was so shocked- but when I did he almost knocked me out. Then, well- I don’t know. You don’t think I’m crazy, right? I mean, well, haha- I guess I forgot about that one, but Gotham’s also known for it’s loonies” I smile as I hear Bruce laugh lightly into the phone.

“No, I don’t think you’re crazy Y/N”

“Okay… Well, my night got even crazier. I was almost knocked out, but at that point I didn’t know if I was awake or dreaming and so I screamed, because maybe if I screamed loud enough then I’d know I was awake- but I still felt like I was dreaming, maybe I was- I don’t know”

“Now this is where it gets… Weird. This man comes out of nowhere and I close my eyes because, well, in short- it’s fine. I researched when I got home, because this man- he was dressed up like what I could only describe as the most goth I’ve ever seen mixed with the outfit of a superhero. I researched when I got home- apparently Gotham also has this local legend called the Manbat or something… Batman? Manbat? I don’t know- the whole thing honestly freaked me out so much I’ve just been trying to go to sleep and forget about it.”

“Why are you laughing?” I feel tears reach my eyes as I hear Bruce laughing on the other end.

“No, I know what you’re talking about- I’ve heard of this Batman guy, he supposedly saves the people of Gotham- I’m not laughing at you, I just- it is kind of strange, but I actually know what you’re talking about.”

“So I’m not crazy?”

“No”

“I mean, I didn’t think I was, but you can never be sure I guess.” I sigh into the phone, lying back on my bed staring at the ceiling, “I just wish I could sleep- I’m honestly soooo tired. I don’t know how you’re awake at-” I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table, “three am!? Why are you up so late?”

“Oh, I was just finishing some late night paperwork. You know how it is, having to read through every little line and making sure everything’s in order”

“Yeah…”

“So why can’t you go to sleep, now? I mean, when did this happen?”

“Around eleven thirty, at least when I got home”

“So…?”

“So, I can’t sleep because- ugh, I hate admitting it but I’m scared Bruce. I can’t help but think: what if someone comes into my house in the middle of the night and kills me? What if someone breaks through my window? What if-”

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N”

“How do you know?”

“Hmmm… Well… Do you wanna know a little secret?”

“Uh… Sure?”

“I don’t know… Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this” Bruce mocks in the phone as I groan and roll my eyes waiting for his little secret.

“What Bruce?”

“Well, I didn’t want to say it earlier, but I happen to know the Batman, he’s a personal friend of mine- I don’t know his everyday identity, but I do know him. And if you want I could maybe just ask him for a little favor- he could keep an eye out”

“Really?”

“Of course. I mean, I know we haven’t been dating too long but I really care about you Y/N. You should get some sleep”

“And you’re sure… That nothing is gonna happen?”

“Positive”

“Okay,” I relinquish my fear and get under the covers, still on the phone “I wish you were here though” I say solemnly.

“Do you want me to come over?”

“No, it’s okay, it’s late- if I get some sleep, will you?”

“Yeah”

“Okay,”

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Bruce… Thanks for talking to me, and not judging me”

“Anytime. Get some sleep.”

“You too… And for the record, I don’t think you actually do know the Batman”

“Oh yeah?” I hear the smirk behind his voice before quickly responding

“Welp, I’m trying to sleep, so Goodnight Bruce” I reply happily as I end the call, and smile to myself as I think about how lucky I am to have him.