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gloriabomfim · 1 year ago

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Part 1: Bumpy and Cutiey in Cutiey's Cute Places

Bumpy and Cutiey visit Cutiey's adorable pastel-colored home. Bumpy accidentally trips over a cute, plush unicorn, causing it to tumble onto him.

They go to the candy store in Cutieland. Bumpy slips on a rainbow candy wrapper and crashes into a mountain of cotton candy.

Bumpy and Cutiey have a picnic in a field filled with fluffy bunnies. Bumpy's sandwich squishes into his face when he tries to take a bite.

They visit a cute-themed amusement park. Bumpy gets stuck in a spinning teacup ride, and Cutiey's laughter is infectious.

Cutiey takes Bumpy to a kitten cafe, where he ends up covered in adorable kittens, causing him to sneeze.

They explore a garden full of blooming flowers and butterflies. Bumpy gets tangled in a web of flowers and falls headfirst into a pile of petals.

Bumpy tries to help Cutiey decorate her room with cute plushies but accidentally knocks them all over.

At a cute bakery, Bumpy attempts to carry a tray of cupcakes but slips on a spilled sprinkle and creates a cupcake explosion.

Bumpy and Cutiey go to a charming tea party with teddy bears. Bumpy spills tea everywhere and ends up in a cupcake hat.

Cutiey and Bumpy visit a cute-themed spa. Bumpy gets tangled in a fluffy robe and slips on a banana peel.

Bumpy joins Cutiey for a cute dance-off in Cutieland, but his clumsy moves lead to a pileup of cuteness.

They spend a day at a cheerful carnival with colorful rides. Bumpy accidentally sends a giant plush duck into a spinning frenzy.

Bumpy and Cutiey go to a photo booth to capture cute memories. Bumpy gets his foot stuck in the curtain and tumbles out.

In a cute crafting session, Bumpy's glue mishap leads to a sticky situation involving googly eyes and pom-poms.

They have a playdate with adorable puppies in a park, where Bumpy ends up buried in a pile of puppies.

Cutiey takes Bumpy to a cute-themed fashion show, and Bumpy stumbles on the runway, creating a unique fashion statement.

Bumpy and Cutiey visit a cute-themed cafe with heart-shaped pancakes. Bumpy's syrup spill turns into a pancake slip-and-slide.

Bumpy tries to help Cutiey pick out cute outfits at a boutique but ends up tangled in a tulle dress.

They explore a cute toy store, where Bumpy's attempt to reach for a high shelf results in a cascade of toy boxes.

Bumpy and Cutiey have a fun day at the adorable amusement park, riding the carousel, and Bumpy hilariously ends up on the wrong horse.

At a cute art class, Bumpy's paintbrush mishap leads to a colorful mess on the canvas and his face.

They go on a cute-themed nature hike, and Bumpy's attempt to hug a giant, stuffed tree ends in a tumble.

Bumpy tries to help Cutiey bake cookies, but flour clouds and dough mishaps create a kitchen mess.

Bumpy and Cutiey visit a cute-themed ice cream parlor, and Bumpy's triple-scoop cone topples over.

They attend a cute-themed costume party, and Bumpy's cute costume keeps falling apart as he tries to dance.

Bumpy and Cutiey visit a cute playground, where Bumpy's attempt to use the slide sends him spiraling into a sandbox.

Bumpy and Cutiey have a bubble bath adventure, and Bumpy's attempt to make cute bubble animals results in a bubbly blunder.

They go to a cute-themed movie night, and Bumpy's clumsy popcorn spill leads to giggles and popcorn showers.

Bumpy tries to help Cutiey with her cute garden, but his attempts to water the flowers end up in a floral fiasco.

Bumpy and Cutiey share a heartwarming hug after their day of cute adventures, despite all of Bumpy's slapstick mishaps.

Part 2: Bumpy and Spookie in Spookie's Scary Places

Bumpy and Spookie venture into a haunted mansion, where Bumpy's attempts to escape from ghosts lead to comedic chase scenes.

They explore a dark, eerie forest filled with spooky sounds. Bumpy gets spooked and jumps into a mud puddle.

Bumpy and Spookie visit a creepy, abandoned carnival. Bumpy's encounter with a malfunctioning roller coaster leaves him disheveled.

In a spooky graveyard, Bumpy accidentally topples over a tombstone, thinking it was a decorative prop.

Bumpy and Spookie enter a spooky laboratory, where Bumpy's mishandling of bubbling potions results in comically changing forms.

They take a trip to a haunted house attraction, and Bumpy's exaggerated reactions to jump scares keep Spookie entertained.

Bumpy and Spookie dare to enter a creepy cave with glowing eyes. Bumpy's fear-induced clumsiness causes a cave-in.

At a spooky-themed restaurant, Bumpy's struggle to use utensils leads to food flying everywhere.

They visit a haunted shipwreck, and Bumpy accidentally releases a bunch of ghostly seagulls, creating chaos.

Bumpy and Spookie explore a spooky maze, where Bumpy's wrong turns and panic lead to hilarious encounters with costumed creatures.

Bumpy and Spookie enter a spooky art gallery, and Bumpy's clumsy attempt to admire a painting ends in a comedic mess.

They investigate a haunted library, where Bumpy's fright leads to him knocking over shelves of books.

Bumpy and Spookie take a ride on a haunted Ferris wheel, and Bumpy's wild reactions have Spookie in stitches.

Bumpy and Spookie go on a spooky-themed ghost tour, and Bumpy's over-the-top fear responses entertain the tour guide.

They visit a spooky-themed escape room, and Bumpy's inability to solve puzzles results in amusing outcomes.

Bumpy and Spookie enter a creepy doll shop, where Bumpy's accidental bumping causes a cascade of creepy dolls.

Bumpy and Spookie explore a spooky cave with glowing crystals. Bumpy's attempt to collect one ends with him covered in crystals.

They dare to enter a haunted mirror maze, and Bumpy's reflections cause him to trip over his own feet.

Bumpy and Spookie take a spooky boat ride through a haunted swamp, where Bumpy's exaggerated fear sends them off course.

Bumpy and Spookie visit a spooky-themed amusement park, where Bumpy's encounters with spooky animatronics lead to laughter.

Bumpy and Spookie explore a spooky-themed hotel, and Bumpy's mishap with the revolving door becomes a running gag.

They enter a haunted mine, and Bumpy's mishandling of a pickaxe results in a humorous rockslide.

Bumpy and Spookie attend a spooky costume party, and Bumpy's attempt to dance in a scary costume leads to funny moments.

Bumpy and Spookie visit a spooky-themed arcade, where Bumpy's gaming skills (or lack thereof) provide entertainment.

Bumpy and Spookie dare to enter a creepy circus tent, where Bumpy's encounters with clowns become comedic highlights.

They explore a spooky-themed escape room, and Bumpy's creative but wrong solutions lead to amusing consequences.

Bumpy and Spookie visit a spooky-themed haunted village, where Bumpy's antics with scarecrow props cause laughter.

Bumpy and Spookie enter a spooky-themed restaurant, where Bumpy's fear of menu items results in quirky food orders.

Bumpy and Spookie have a spooky movie night, and Bumpy's jump scares make Spookie laugh throughout the film.

Bumpy and Spookie share a spooky, yet humorous, adventure, with Bumpy's slapstick antics making even the scariest situations amusing.

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importantkidspyfarm · 3 years ago

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Ramblings on 365 Days: This Day

SPOILERS! Duh. This is not in any order.

They listened! They got rid of that stiff ass wig. So happy. I could've lived with the new one it was more natural looking.

I wasn't expecting much but damn they gave us nothing. They took 50 minutes to introduce the plot. And even then it was rough.

How long after the tunnel accident was the wedding? Who was the pregnant lady on Massimo's side of the aisle? I'm assuming the new henchman is a cousin.

Not them banging before the wedding. Okay nasties.

I thought all of the wedding and was going to be a dream and L was gon' wake up in a dungeon with Anna opening the door with today's lunch and a recent article with a photo of him and her together.

How did she survive the tunnel. What was the accident? She came out unscathed but lost the baby?

I feel bad for Michele Morrone, he barely has any lines and his character is the only one that has an effect on the plot and we don't follow him.

We don't hear the vows! We hear nothing of the wedding! I can live without the vows but we never hear the priest say anything. Not even "Introducing mister and missus Torricelli" not even the reception of their first dance. No toasts from Olga or Domenico. No O catching the bouquet. Ugh. Maybe it's not a polish thing.

Laura's parents funny. They said "you chose this life with some man you've known a month, deal with it" got up and did a waltz like their only daughter isn't going through a marital crisis. Then mama confronts him with so much energy where was that at the ball.

Anna needed to be more apart of these movies from jump. Did Nachos dad kill Massimos dad? Mass' dad was right his son was not ready to be a Don. All the Spanish family and Anna's family have to do is wait the Toricelli empire is crumbling.

Not ho antics at the golf course!

The sex scenes weren't hitting like last time. I know that's why we all watched in the first place but the first one had something happening between them. That boat scene told a story. It was maybe perfect and these ones were just happening to happen.

Robo-mower.

Not them going to a beach mere feet from a smoking volcano. Do they not know that ALL VOLCANOES ARE OVERDUE FOR BIG ERUPTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STAY AWAY!!!!!!!

Nacho is hot but has creep face.

Were all the sex scenes with Nacho dreams?

You'd think being kidnapped once Laura would be more careful.

Lampone!

Domenico. Tongue.

How long have Mass and Dom been friends? They let that whip cream go in stride. Are you not embarrassed?

Did Olga use the clamp on him? Do your Kegels They work.

Who hired Nacho as the gardener? He didn't even lie about who he was. Who is Massimo's house manager? They need to be fired immediately. How do you not know who the eternal rivals heir apparent is? Also Massimo, have you never looked out the window?

Hoe long has he been the gardener? Days? Weeks? What was the plan? Have Nacho work for him until Mass finally looks at who the hell is on his staff. He's a mob boss he should know.

Not ho antics behind the bandstand! I live.

Massimo is learning. Laura said she missed working/the challenge of work and bought her a job.

The sex toys, where are they from and if I buy the whole set at once can I get 10% off.

I thought Massimo and Dom were going to drive into Laura with Nacho in that one scene.

So no one is going to acknowledge that Nacho showed up looking like a reject from a Ed Hardy/Christian Audigier runway, like a backup dancer for Christina's Dirrty era, like a fake Kevin Federline. Nobody? Just me? Okay.

What exactly is she in charge of at the label? Design? Management? The fashion house is it tacky or am I not rich enough to understand?

That triple six lies song (the kitchen scene) ��

They introduce so many story lines and never follow them.

Was Nacho's sister his sister or his "sister"?

I wish we saw them as a married couple. Even fifty shades focused on their domestic life.

The scene when Laura walks in on Olga and Domenico was cute, get it girl, also I'm embarrassed.

"We're back to our normal life, baby girl." Normal for who? Not y'all. This all started with an abduction. Normal would be locking the bedroom door from the outside as he leaves.

How in the hell do Laura and Massimo converse? Both have other native tongues.

Not once did Laura ever inquire what was going on with the business. If he needed anything to relieve his stress. Like sis it's the least you could do instead of whining that he's always at work

If the mafia don tells you we need to leave you need to leave.

EVERY pair of sunglasses in this movie is fire as hell.

Massimo is stressed because of mafia stuff but never once do we know who, what, or why? Until the very end, and even then I'm not sure if those are connected.

Once again the soundtrack is bad and loud and distracting. There were more likable songs. This movie would benefit from muzak.

So Andriano is who killed the dad?

Didn't want or need to see dudes face get blown open. So, Anna had a plan to kidnap L from the party also? Why not just take her when she was stunned at watching you fuck her husband? Does she not have henchmen? What would have happened if Anna succeeded, what would Nacho and family have done? What if L decided to stay at Nacho's during the last meeting?

Wait!?! The Matos family is in cahoots on kidnapping Laura? But also not? Was there a double cross? Triple?

Tongues the movie. Let me go overseas and research if they all kiss like this.

I need to hear the sounds of sex. Playing music is great but I need to know they are real people. The scenes with Olga & Dom have natural sound why not Laura & Mass?

I am hot goddess [falls on face].

Laura too soft to be a mafia boss wife. She act so tough but has been easily kidnapped twice.

Nacho took her to a new house after the attack?

The heart condition. Where is it? I'm hoping it comes in to play in the next movie. The final act would've been a great time for it to comeback. Instead of her getting shot she could've had a cardiac event from all the stress of being kidnapped AGAIN. Held at gunpoint by her husband's coke-head twin brother and ex-lover. It's much more devastating.

Laura and Olga are living the dream. Two best friends marry best friends.

Did L and Nacho have sex or not?

Expanding? How Sway? Last movie they lost an entire shopping container of drugs.

Did his sister not know who Laura was? Is she aware of the family business?

What did they send Massimo on the phone?

Miss Laura maybe you need to be single. Went from Martin to Massimo to Nacho. Two of three were started with kidnappings.

Is the Matos family the reason Laura lost her baby?

Laura complaining about not wanting to be a kept woman. Boo! Shut up. Open an Etsy store. Get a hobby. Get a job. Hell she was in hotel management, promoted to GM. Open a hotel.

He gifted her a fashion line because she likes clothes. I like astronomy, don't mean I know how to run NASA!

Massimo should've hit Laura with that, "I'm working to keep your ass in Gucci and gold" (Zeke McCall, Love and Basketball), when she get to complaining about him working all the time.

Massimo, it's your house drop the towel, walk around naked. It's your right.

Does he ever smile? Not even on Christmas? At your wedding? Did he crack one when Dom and Olga got engaged? I know that's the character but a part of why we like this type of character is because when he's with her he's different. He smiles. He laughs. He cracks a joke. She just gifted you coochie, that's funny, smile.

Alright, she's worn this same set of Fiacchi drawers like eight times.

Dom is newly happily engaged while his BFF's marriage is falling apart. Ah!

I want the adventures of Olga.

Olga tossing other people's presents aside so she can give Domenico his. A reckless queen.

Pussy for Christmas? Thanks, I had it yesterday and (probably) this morning, but I guess you can never have too much? She couldn't have bought him a watch with an inscription or something? I can't lie, I hate buying gifts too, plus he rich as hell, what else was she supposed to give him?

All the dates with Nacho should've happened with Massimo. I need to see the love not the banging.

Didn't Mario betray Mass in the last movie, he's why Laura never makes it out of the tunnel (and lost the baby)? Why did he allow him to retire? Also wasn't he conspiring with Anna?

How did Adriano know she was pregnant? L only told Olga and she was only a few weeks pregnant by the time the accident happened and had not seen a doctor.

I need to see them be nice to each other. This was a lot of aggression.

I need the third book to come out so I can buy the set and get to reading to fill in some gaps.

My wife, his girlfriend, was taken and is in grave danger we must find her. [Leisurely model struts the entire way]

At some point this movie turned into a music video.

Is Nacho going to be a thorn in their relationship the next movie, cause he apparently has real feelings?

If they want to make a movie focusing on Olga and Domenico I'm down. They cute.

My rewatch of 365 Days

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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forced landing.

Gif credits to the author.

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES.

TRIPLE FRONTIER | USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ summary: watching the sunrise doesn't go as you expected.

❝ a / n: according to Google, Triple Frontier was filmed in Hawaii. don't forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i'd really appreciate it!

“Baby… Hey, baby”.

The soft whispers fall onto your ear being wrapped by two strong arms that squeeze you gently, as a pair of lips spread sweet short kisses all over the right side of your face.

“Amor, wake up”.

You grunt sleepy hiding in the gap between his neck and his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his brown curly hair, causing Frankie to giggle with that kind of laugh you'd kill for.

“C'mon, we gotta go”.

“It's still dark outside”. You whine wanting to continue sleeping under his firm grip.

“I know, but I wanna show you somethin'. C'mon, baby… I'm gonna make some coffee. Take a shower and get ready”.

As soon as he pulls himself away from you, you can't help but sob disappointed, sinking your face into the pillow to drown there another grunt before laying your eyes on your boyfriend dressed with a pair of dark pants and a mahogany shirt opened over a white t-shirt. Needless to say, he has already his favorite Standard cap on and his Timberland camel boots leading his steps downstairs. It should be illegal to look this good.

It's almost seven in the morning when you reach the airport, driving directly to the private runway where a Cessna Skycatcher is waiting for you. Turning at Frankie, who is focused on the road yet, you pucker your lips containing a joyful smile. He always knows how to surprise you and make getting up early worthwhile.

As usual, your boyfriend checks and makes sure that your headphones and your microphone are on point and working, before opening the door for you and helping you to jump in. Once everything is settled up, he starts to touch some buttons over his head before pulling back and to the left a lever to turn on the motor and the blades of the helicopter. There's nothing that Frankie can love more than flying with you by his copilot. You have the same adventure spirit he has, complimenting him to perfection. Following him on any crazy journey.

It's dawning over Hawaii when you reach the clear sky, fascinated with the views in front of your eyes. The sun seems like it is resurfacing from the blue dark sea, creating an orangey-pink horizon that has you totally captivated.

“This is Pilot from Cessna, four, six, one, to Launch Control, you copy me?”

Tilting your head to Frankie, watching him pressing a brown button close to your kneel, you can't help but raise an eyebrow quickly being pushed to reality when you don't have any response from the air-traffic controllers. You can see Frankie frowning, pretending he's not worried or confused. Actually, he's an experimented pilot, what could go wrong?

“Launch Control, this is Francisco Morales from Cessna, four, six, one. We're getting height, you copy that?”

He waits for a couple of seconds, clicking his tongue and closing his eyes for a second. You don't know too much about his job, but you know very well that he can't continue the flight without permission, or knowing if any plane is close. Turning the control wheel to the left to come back, much to his regret. Hearing him cursing in Spanish, the aircraft's wings stagger in the maneuver.

“Mierda”. He growls when a non-stop beep sounds flashing a red light over your heads.

You're losing height and the plane is about to dive.

“Fra— Frankie, what's goin'on?”

“Stay calm, baby. Stay calm”. He says squeezing your thigh for a second. “Listen, I need you to take the manual. It's possible we have to land in the sea”.

“No, no, no, no… You have to be fucking kidding me!”

“Baby, breathe”.

You're freaking out with your heart racing and your fingers shaking. He continues trying to contact the Launch Control, while you do your best to find the manual under your seat, bowing down as much as you can.

“Page two. Open it up on page two”.

You swallow heavily, scared like never before. It's not a question of trust, it's that you're too young to die.

“Don't panic, baby, okay? Just read me the manual”.

“Forced landing?” You babble about to cry, sniffing through your nose.

“Yeah”.

Frankie has never told you about his forced landings to not worry you, so you're guessing it's not his first time by the calm he's keeping. Or maybe he's just a pretender and he's more frightened than you are.

“Verify flight ring engagement?” You're reading automatically, without thinking or focusing on the words you're uttering.

“Got it”. He nods his head.

“Initiate Engagement Process, follow steps eleven to fourteen”.

“Okay, got it”.

“Fuel Selector Valve… check?”

“Wait, we're getting some response”. Frankie whispers, pretending to pay attention to something through the headphones.

“You're lying”. You reply breathlessly because no one is talking from the Launch Control, not being able to control the anxiety installing within your chest as you continue losing height. “The Pil—”.

You can't finish the sentence, as you have read what's next. Your eyes now are filled with other kinds of tears.

“Go on, baby, I need you to keep reading”.

“The Pilot in Comm— Command… God, I hate you so much, Frankie”. Cleaning your tears with the back of his hand, you wave it after to have some air. “The Pilot in Command will love the passenger forever”.

“Check”. Your boyfriend replies, turning at you for a second with a funny smile curving his lips. “Keep going, amor”.

“Will you marry the Pilot in Command?”

You can't help but leave the manual on your lap, while Frankie stabilizes the flight, covering your face with both hands breaking into a silent cry. A minute ago you were about to die and now you're about to get engaged. Feeling a tender kiss on your temple, you look at him running into a red velvet box opened with a gold ring on it. The small diamond on top of it shines with the dawn, causing you to laugh at the same time the tears fall from your eyes.

“I ha— hate you”. You chuckle cleaning again your cheeks and drying your hands in your t-shirt before taking the piece of jewelry.

Frankie watches you putting it in your finger, pouting straight to him, as his chest is swollen with pride and happiness. You cup his face onto your palms and crash your lips on his, peppering them once and once —until he gets too distracted and the aircraft makes a sharp move to the left.

“I'm… fucking done, Frankie! Land the damn plane!” You scream, panicking again, causing him to laugh loudly, having much more fun than he expected. “Jesus Christ… I'm not gonna fly with you ever in my life again, I swear it!”

Your hands now are firmly gripping your seat, as if in case of a falling to the ocean this could help you. What a clown.

“Hey, you…” Your now future husband claims your attention grabbing your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the back of it. “I love you, Mrs. Morales”.

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FRANKIE MORALES: @agirllovespancakes

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dangermousie · 3 years ago

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I would like to order a salty no. 3! (tropes, authors, actors)

Mmmm, our kitchen is at your command. Here is my salt shaker and it’s BIG!

Actors - I used to love Xu Kai but after the triple horror of Court Lady, Ancient Love Poetry and that esports mess with Miss Wooden Tree with Boobs, my eye starts twitching when he's mentioned for a role or even when I see a promo picture of him. He might go back on my good list at some point (I mean, I used to dislike Zhang Zhehan only to fall like a ton of bricks after WoH - great timing!) but right now any time I see his face twitch twitch twitch.

Hu Yitian is like a male Cheng Xiao - cannot act. His face doesn't do it for me either so I am just happy he mainly does moderns.

Cheng Xiao is the worst actress I've ever seen in a cdrama, which is saying something. She must have a hell of a sponsor but maybe they should stick her on a runway instead and not make me want to spork myself. She also keeps getting cast with fave after fave, as if she's on a mission to prove these men, who normally have great chemistry with anyone, cannot be defeated by her woodeness. When I think of the fact that she is about to be on my screen opposite Luo Yunxi, I begin to comprehend the cruelty of the universe.

The only good thing about the utter destruction of Zhang Zhehan (a topic I am not going to get into unless I rage stroke) is that there are two less Ju Jingyi dramas circulating out there. The only reason, she’s not the worst is because Cheng Xiao exists.

Dylan Wang and his handsome sheep face and his wooden lack of acting and the insane fact that they keep insisting on casting that man with the ultimate handsome miquetoast vibe as some violent, powerful, scary antiheroes, makes me long for...I don’t know what, but not a Dylan Wang drama. To paraphrase Groucho Marx, “whatever he is in, I’m against it.”

Wu Lei - he’s a decent enough actor but whoever thought he had the vibe for a powerful, wild, death on the battlefield barbarian general in The Long Ballad is the same person who keeps casting Dylan Wang as a badass. It burns my brain!

OK, switching to Korea. Kim Jung Hyun should make a comeback. He’s mega talented and his agency clearly leaked stuff to punish him for wanting to leave. Also, I don’t care how unprofessional he was - he was clearly having a mental heath crisis and was in an abusive relationship. Also, I don’t care if an actor is a bad person - his ex is a dumpster fire but she’s a good actress so she should act. I’d rather have a terrible person who can act (Lee Byung Hun), then a sweet person who can’t act (Taec.)

I am not sure if it’s an actors thing but whatever - people who ship actors in real life are insane and one of the reasons China had an excuse to crack down on fandom. (I don’t mean fun banter but people who genuinely believe X x Y are secretly banging. It’s called ACTING, people!)

Tropes: I love wrist-grab, noncon, amnesia, noble idiot, fakecest etc - all the tropes fandom hates either because they are overused or because they are problematic. I want my life to be original, wholesome and conflict free. I want my fiction to be the opposite.

Whoever makes period stories where the characters are modern characters in period garb should be set on fire.

Authors: Meatbun is one of the best authors and probably in Top 3 novelists I’ve ever read and people who do not appreciate 2ha (unless they cannot read it due to literally being triggered) have bad taste. And before anyone jumps down my throat for being an illiterate, I have been reading all sorts of things for decades, and was reading Euripides and Livy by third grade, took whole classes on scholastic writing and 16th century English poetry, can and do read books in three languages, and read an insane amount of both Russian and English 18th and 19th century novels.

Also, while I don’t want to compare average danmei and average het web novel since I don’t think I’ve read enough of either (I probably read over 100 web novels total but I think I’d have to read way more), a good/well-regarded danmei is way better than a good/well-regarded het web novel. I’ve never found the latter that made me really emotionally invested or one that had a wow plot.

On non-web novel front, Victorian novels and novelists were amazing. Also the whole worship of Hemingway spare style is stupid - Hemingway could get away with it because he was Hemingway. Your average author would vastly benefit from adding color to their writing.

People look down on romance novels because they are for women. Nobody looks down on those stupid spy thrillers which are equivalent for men.

If you haven’t read Jorge Amado, you wasted your entire life.

The end.

#asks

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trackandfieldimage · 4 years ago

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lisaleigh713 · 3 years ago

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Bo and Vail

Bo approached me at school Wednesday a week ago and said, “we need to get away and do something fun.” I agreed and asked him to meet me at the airport Friday morning and to bring a bag.

Bo met me at about 10:00 a.m. with bag in hand, dropped his car and jumped in mine. We headed over to the hanger where my plane was sortied. I thanked the tug guy, opened the door and told Bo, to get in. Bo looked perplexed. “Baby, this is one of my planes we have with my company, or will be next year when I turn 25.” He had this shocked look on his face and then got on. We stowed our bags in the cabin as it was not much and I closed the door.

As we were on the APU I made a couple cups of coffee, one for him and one for me and proceeded to the flight deck. I started the procedure to get us airborne. I had filed my flight plan from the house and dropped it before Bo had arrived. I like redundancy so I check, double check, triple check and sometimes quadruple check.

Once the battery system came on and the engines started up I motioned for the APU to be disconnected from my plane and now we were on our own. I grabbed the checklist and began checking things off then I thought, “let Bo read and I will check of the pre-flight.” We worked well with each other on the flight deck.

On comms, Bo said, “this is a lot of fun.” “Baby you ain’t seen nothing yet!” I retorted. I inched the throttle forward after checking all controls and we moved from the hanger area to the taxiway. I called out my planes number to the ATC and waited for instructions. We were instructed to taxi to runway 6 and hold. We had to wait for an inbound to land and then we were cleared to the runway.

One last check and with permission from ATC I pushed the throttle slowly forward, waited for takeoff speed, rotate and we were airborne. Wheels up and climb out to 5000’ change heading and climb to 28,000’ to Vail, CO.

Set auto and then to relax. Bo was in awe of the experience and as such was, well, excited. I thought I would tease him a bit and then on the return flight let him fuck me in the cock pit. I rubbed his cock and somehow, it broke free so I just had to suck it bringing him to the brink of ecstasy but deny him an orgasm.

We had another cup of coffee and we talked. I got more in depth about the company my dad started many years ago. Bo knew about the business as he had researched it. Then I fully explained to him about my mom and dads passing plus our relationship up until then. I explained, more but not all, how the company is fully mine next year on my 25th birthday. I explained our holdings and property we, as a company, and individually, owned. We have a house in Vail, CO. and this house was our destination. We have property in other states and countries but that would have to wait until another time. Perhaps over Christmas we could fly out to Switzerland.

We were cleared by ATC and then on final and touchdown. I had a rental car waiting for us at the terminal. We disembarked, grabbing our bags and then headed to the house. We touched down just after noon, local time, and so not very hungry. This gave us time to unpack and make a few decisions where we wanted to eat. Bo was also interested in driving around town a bit so we got in the car and headed to town. It was fairly cool outside and a bit of snow was coming in later.

We had lunch and then back to the house. For some reason we were both tired and decided to lay down for a short nap. About an hour later, we woke and decided we should get in the hot tub. As we are secluded, we were able to do so naked. I sat in Bo’s lap as he began to kiss my neck and then my breast, then sucking on my nipples. Bo’s cock was hard and pushing against my ass. I rose slightly, grabbed his cock with my hand and guided him into my pussy. He felt so good deep inside me. He fucked me and pulled my hair for a good hour before he came deep inside my pussy filling me to overflowing.

“Lets grab some dinner and drinks baby,” I said to Bo. “Then we probably need to get dressed if we are going in to town Sweetheart,” replied. Bo I went in to the bathroom and began putting on my makeup and deciding what to wear. I put on a nice, almost see through, LBD. I had on a pair of black seamed stockings with a lacy garter belt; a pair of 6” black stilettos and a black lace half cup lace bra rounded out the ensemble. I wore my hair down in a loose curl, my eyes were a smoky gray/black and lips a deep wet red color. My mani/pedi were a deep wet red to match my luscious lips. Of course I wear Chanel No. 5 or nothing at all.

Bo wore a nice black pin-stripe single breast suit with a very nice red silk tie. I saw him as I came out of the bathroom and my pussy started dripping immediately. I had to get control of myself or we would not be going out. I put my hands on his muscular chest as he reached down to hug me and give me a deep and passionate kiss. As it was getting cold outside, I grabbed my 5 meter length Mink coat and we proceeded to dinner.

We talked and talked about life and even school. We decided to go dancing a bit after dinner and found a nice little place to spend some quality time dancing in each others arms. While Bo was holding me I whispered in his ear, “take me home and make love to me.” He did exactly that. We left and snow was coming down and everything was pristine.

We arrived at the house and Bo made love to me. Sure I love a good fucking where I get pounded and pounded; having my ass and face slapped multiple times. Yes, I love getting my asshole slammed over and over with a giant hard cock. I love having my nipples bit, pulled and my massive tits slapped over and over. But tonight I wanted a man, Bo, to make love to me.

I sucked his cock until it was hard enough to drive a railroad spike through a 4x4. I laid on my back and he slipped in between my legs and pushed his cock all the way up to my womb with one single thrust. I wrapped my legs around his back. My stocking clad legs rubbing against his back and my heels dug into his ass. I was pulling him into me every time he pushed his large cock into my wet pussy.

He kissed me while fucking me which in turn made me cum all over his beautiful cock and after about 30 minutes he exploded in my womb filling me with his hot cum. Bo lay on top of me for another 15 minutes or so and I could feel his cock slowly returning to normal. I would have been content with sleeping just like this all night.

Bo finally rolled off of me and I threw a leg across him, laid my head on his chest and with his arm around me we fell asleep together. It was such a peaceful sleep. I woke the next morning early to ready myself. When Bo woke I wanted to look presentable as he may want to fuck me again in the morning before breakfast. So a grabbed a quick shower and threw on a bit of makeup. Always do the eyes and mouth before going out or waking with a lover.

I threw on my see through black full length robe and a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels and went to the kitchen to fix us some coffee and a little food. Coffee is on and I am beginning to prep the food for cooking when I feel Bo behind me. He is naked with a raging turgid cock. He slaps my ass with his cock and when I turned around he kissed me extremely hard but passionately. Bo pushed me, like he had to, to my knees where I came face to face with his cock.

Bo slapped me a few times in the face with his cock before I could get my lips around in and then down my throat. Bo fucked my face for a bit then looking me in the eyes said, “turn around, I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours.” Of course I did as commanded. I bent over, my tits on the cold granite countertop. Bo moved my robe, spread my ass and pushed his cock all the way to his balls with one full move.

I could not contain myself and screamed. Bo grabbed a full fist of my hair and began fucking my asshole. Within a couple of minutes I was coming. Bo’s enormous balls were slapping my clitoris with every thrust and it felt so good. “Please don’t stop baby. Fuck my ass hard. Make me your slut whore baby.” With every word Bo slammed his cock in my harder. With every thrust into me, I shoved back onto his cock. After a bit, Bo slammed his cock hard and deep into my ass. He moaned and grunted which I knew meant he was cumming. He came and came and came some more in my ass.

After a couple of minutes he withdrew his cock. I exclaimed, “I wish I had my plug to keep your cum inside me.” Bo pushed on my back as he removed his cock and slammed my plug in to my ass. “Wow! FUCK!” I was not expecting that but I was glad he thought of it. He is very thoughtful. I turned around, got on my knees and like a good slut whore cleaned off his cock.

We sat and enjoyed a nice breakfast and some coffee then dressed. It was time to see the country side. We drove around town some more then out to the mountains. We found a little place to have a bite of lunch and then resume our sightseeing. We did a little shopping and returned home. I needed to do a bit of work. I had to file another return flight plan as snow was expected for our departure.

While doing some computer work and checking nav charts, Bo crawled under the table, took my leggings off, spread my legs and heartedly ate my pussy. Mind you, I have had this plug in my ass all day which was not unusual for me but Bo had forgotten about it. I started cumming and cumming. Then Bo stuck two fingers in my pussy, then three then four. Fuck nav charts, Bo then pushed his hand into my pussy and while inside my pussy made a fist and slowly moved it around.

That’s it, I began squirting all over his face and he was catching as much as he could in his mouth. He fisted me for another 30 minutes or so and when he was done so was I. I was spent. I couldn’t even see straight when Bo removed the plug from my ass and shoved it in my open mouth. He made me clean it off and when he was satisfied he shoved it back in my ass.

A couple hours later and I was able to finish what I needed to for Sunday. We went to bed, and I thought he would fuck me but he didn’t. “What did I do wrong?” “Was I not dressed sexy enough?” I finally dosed off. When we woke I made a pot of coffee and we sat down to drink a cup and ready ourselves for the flight home.

I called ahead to make sure the GS 450 was fueled and ready for me. I slipped on a black shirt with a white shirt. Of course stockings and heels, why would you even ask. Yes, yes I had on my 5 inch stilettos too. Damn pervs! Anywho!!!

We arrived, did the pre-flight, started up. You know the routine. ATC gave us permission and away we went. We climbed out to 27,000’ and time for a cup of coffee. I turned around expecting Bo to hand me a coffee, instead he pushed his hard cock into my mouth. Bo fucked my throat at 27,000 ft. which was a turn on for both of us but he wanted to join the mile high club.

I pulled my shirt down, freed the girls, stood up and bent over. Bo pushed his cock into my pussy. He screamed and grunted and moaned. He slapped my ass repeatedly. He even took his fist and hit the plug in my ass of course sending me over the edge. He continued for awhile and seemed to even enjoy the bit of turbulence we had. He wanted to come in my mouth and so when he was ready I pulled his cock out and shoved it in my mouth. He didn’t last but a few strokes and exploded in my mouth and down my throat.

We landed and headed home. Bo needed to get back to his house to grade some papers so we said our goodbyes and he left. What a wonderful weekend I had.

Love and Kisses,

Lisa

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V for Vivian

pairing: female reader x Kim Seokjin

genre: angst, romance

word count: 5,409

warnings: nothing explicit, but there are descriptions of a toxic relationship

summary: certain that your ex sort-of boyfriend won’t turn up to taehyung’s new year’s eve costume party, you go ahead with your half of the couple’s costume you’d planned.

a/n: I need to stop writing 5k+ ‘drabbles’ in 24 hours, but I wanted to get at least a line of my @btsholidaybingo card completed before New Year! I have two left to do tonight, so hopefully I’ll get them in before the clock ticks over to 2021 here in the UK. Somehow my ‘Costume Party’ prompt became this 5.4k word story, but hopefully it’s okay. Massive shout out to @hereinyourarmsforever for putting up with me sending her these at all hours of the day - couldn’t do it with you ♥

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea~” Namjoon singsongs from your bed. He’s lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, the same position he’s been in for the last twenty minutes while you’ve been getting ready. His feet are hanging off the edge to keep his shoes from getting on your sheets, even though they’re brand new and basically clean, especially considering they’ve only touched the floor outside when he’s gotten in and out of his Uber to your apartment. “You know he’ll think you did it for him.”

“I still don’t think he’ll be coming~” you sing back as you adjust your wig, a blonde bob that frames your face. You decide to bypass pinning it tonight, knowing that it will be held on by your hat until you decide to take them both off later. “Besides, if he turns up, he’ll just look like any other guy in a suit,” you sniff dismissively as you pick up your large gold hoop earrings. “I, however, will look hot as fuck whether he’s there or not. See?”

You turn and pose for Namjoon, who looks up just as you’re pushing your red painted lips into an exaggerated pout, blowing him a kiss.

You laugh when his jaw actually drops and he stares at you unabashedly, blinking at you from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. His eyes rake across your frame, taking in the large cut outs in your dress, the skirt of which finishes way above mid-thigh, and dropping all the way down to the black, knee-high boots on your feet, safety pins instead of zips for added effect.

“No?”

Namjoon’s eyes snap upwards, mouth still gaping like a lost fish.

“Huh?” You smirk at the way his voice catches in his throat as he adjusts himself on the bed, not so subtly trying to adjust himself in his khaki cargo pants at the same time. At least they give him some breathing room, you think to yourself deviously, wondering if you’ll have the same effect on everyone else going to the party tonight.

“Hot as fuck, or?” You turn on the spot, shimmying your hips to make sure your exposed waist draws attention, grabbing your paperboy hat from your dressing table as you go. With a pointed look at your long-term friend, you pinch the bill of your cap between your fingers and pull it down over your wig, relying on it to keep everything secure for at least the first hour of the party. “Or not so much?”

“Definitely hot as fuck,” Namjoon agrees, nodding as vehemently as he can without taking his eyes off of you. “Yeah, screw Seokjin-hyung,” he declares after a few more seconds of inspecting you. “You’re wearing that whether he’s going or not.”

“I’m glad you agree, kind sir,” you laugh, preening under his attention and performing a curtsey that pushes your skirt even higher up your legs. You try not to spare too much thought to the brief mention of your sort-of ex, too many complicated feelings thrumming under your ribcage at the thought of him. You grab your coat, a cheap red one you found on eBay and super-glued some fake black fur cuffs onto, and your favourite black purse as you usher Namjoon to follow you. “Because I have nothing else.”

Part of you really doesn’t want to see Seokjin, still mad at the way he easily brushed off any talk of commitment one too many times. Everyone thought you were together, your friends referred to you as one of the couples of the group, and yet he would always make a point of saying you weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend - you just… went together.

Another part of you, though, wants him to be there. Wants him to turn up at Taehyung’s apartment in his stupid suit that makes him look like he walked right off the runway, just so he can see you dressed in Julia Roberts’ knockout opening outfit from Pretty Woman. You could probably have a few guys eating out of your hands with just a bat of your eyelashes to prove a point to him, too.

You don’t need him, not if he doesn’t want you.

“I’m sure Taehyung wouldn’t complain if you went naked,” Namjoon ponders, and you can tell by the slightly dreamy tone to his voice that he’s definitely thinking about it. You lightly elbow him in the ribs as he follows you out of your front door before you turn to lock it and he laughs, adjusting his glasses.

“You look good, by the way,” you tell him as the two of you turn to the building’s elevator. “Who are you again? Mike?”

“It’s Milo,” Namjoon whines as he steps in behind you, tapping at his phone for an Uber. This is the fifth time you’ve gotten the name wrong and by now he’s certain you’re doing it on purpose.

“Ah, yes, Milo. From Atlanta-”

“Atlantis.”

“Right, right,” you grin as the doors open and you step out into the lobby. “Atlantis.”

Taehyung’s apartment is significantly bigger than yours, easily hosting at least 50-odd people for his New Year’s costume party, and you happily let yourself in like it’s your name on the buzzer. Namjoon follows, your hand wrapping tightly around his fingers to keep him close as you start to make your way through the throng of people. He keeps his expression as blank as he can when he eyes any guy who gives you a double or triple take, fiercely protective of you despite your assertions that you can handle yourself.

He’s known you long enough, though, to know that there’s only so much attention you can enjoy before you get overwhelmed. He knows large crowds panic you, which is why you’re gripping onto him so tightly, scared of getting separated from the people you’re comfortable with. You may bask in the attention of flings and passersby, but you are really only happy to spend time with those you know well.

You spot Taehyung’s mop of dark curls through the gaudy costumes and head straight towards him, dropping Namjoon’s fingers. You know he’ll be right behind you no matter what. You move as fast as you can without pushing anyone over, a grin already plastered on your face before you reach the evening’s host.

“TaeTae!” you call out and he whips round, completely forgetting whoever he was talking to as a wide boxy smile takes over his face at the sight of you. He scoops you up when you jump, his arms around your waist as he spins you round in a hug. He puts you down just as Namjoon makes his way into the little pocket of space that always seems to form around Taehyung.

“Hey, kitten,” Taehyung croons into your ear and you flush at the nickname that only Taehyung calls you. There’s always been an unspoken attraction between you and Taehyung, unspoken only because it’s so blatantly obvious that neither of you actually need to say it. You’ve never acted on it, both gluttons for the excitement of dancing around each other and having someone decent to flirt with at parties. The number of ‘almosts’ with Taehyung are too many to count and, still riding the wave of confidence Namjoon’s reaction gave you earlier, you’re sure tonight will be another almost-notch on the bedpost. “You look great.”

His nose brushes against your ear before he pulls away, turning to greet Namjoon, acknowledging the older man for the first time.

“Who are you meant to be?” Namjoon and Taehyung ask each other at the same time, staring at each other with critical gazes and you burst out laughing between them.

Taehyung’s brow twitches as he takes in Namjoon’s brown boots, his khaki-green pants and his cream sweatshirt, a light jacket thrown over the top (that you know Namjoon will hide away in Taehyung’s spare closet so he doesn’t lose it). You join Taehyung in his scrutiny of Namjoon’s outfit, but you rather admire how his chest fills it out, how his styled hair sits perfectly above his wire-rimmed glasses.

Namjoon eyes Taehyung’s military-style jacket in return, brow furrowing at the frilly black cuffs peeking out at the end of his sleeves, the white ruff at his neck and the two red stripes of face paint across his cheek in return. You love Taehyung’s outfit and you must admit you’re impressed with the level of detail he’s been able to achieve, down to his black painted nails. You’re pretty sure no part of his outfit came from eBay.

“You’re meant to come in a costume,” Taehyung says, eyes zoning in on the book in Namjoon’s hand. “Not your normal stuff.”

Namjoon stares back at him blankly.

“Do you literally ever see me dress like this on a normal day.”

“I mean-”

“It’s a costume.” He insists, and Taehyung snickers.

“He’s Mike from Atlantis,” you supply, Taehyung leaning closer to you to listen, an arm snaking under your coat and curling around your waist. You suppress a shiver at the heat of his palm against your skin, his fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist.

Namjoon’s eyes quickly flicker down to watch the movement before he levels his gaze at you, his jaw clenching when he arches an eyebrow at you. You can see the playful glint in his eyes and you’re trying just as hard not to laugh as you bite your lip to keep your giggles in check, clinging onto Taehyung’s jacket as he looks on in amusement.

“Wasn’t he called Milo?” Taehyung asks and you see Namjoon’s eyes literally light up.

“Yes! Thank you,” he excitedly claps a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, jostling the two of you slightly but he’s so happy to hear someone get the name right after all the times you’ve said it wrong that you can’t help but smile.

“And Tae is clearly Adam Ant,” you say, pressing your hand to Taehyung’s chest and smiling up at him. “Gotta brush up on your 80s rock bands, Joonie.” Taehyung stands taller, chest pressed forward into your palm, clearly glad that someone has picked up on his costume first try.

“Yeah, Joonie,” Taehyung grins, knowing Namjoon won’t hurt him, especially not in front of you.

“Drink, Valerie?” Namjoon asks, purposefully getting your name wrong in a failed attempt to annoy you. You grin.

“Yes please, Joonie.”

“Usual?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You got cherries?” he asks Taehyung, who looks offended that Namjoon even had to ask.

“Of course.”

With a nod, Namjoon heads off to the kitchen before stopping himself, looking back to Taehyung. “Look after her,” he warns, voice dropping low. Taehyung pulls you closer with a nod, hand slipping onto your hip as Namjoon starts to pick his way through the crowd.

“So,” Taehyung hums when Namjoon finally leaves you alone together, guiding you by his grip on your hip to the edge of the room. Several partygoers vacate the sofa pushed up against the wall when Taehyung approaches, allowing the two of you to sink down into the velvet together. “You look great, Victoria,” he teases, leaning in close with his hand still firmly on your hip.

“Thanks,” you cross one leg over the other, your boot brushing against Taehyung’s knee as his gaze drops down to the skin of your thighs. “Pretty Woman is one of my favourites, and this was probably my favourite look in the whole movie,” you say, repressing a shiver as he lets his free hand ghost against the side of your thigh. His eyes are dark and hooded but he’s still attentive, listening intently. You’re pretty sure you could talk about the colour of his ceiling right now and he’d be just as enraptured.

“Mine too,” he says, voice low enough for only you to hear. His fingertips ghost the hem of your skirt, barely inches from a heat that always grows when you’re near him. “Especially on you.” He pauses, gaze dark as the hand on your hip climbs back up to your waist and keeps rising, drawing light circles across your ribs. “Although that scene in the bath is a close second.”

“Want me to badly sing Prince songs to you, Tae?” you tease, reaching up to finger the gold detailing on the lapels of his jacket. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest under your fingers.

“If you’ll be wet and naked and covered in bubbles, you can sing whatever you want,” he grins. “Want me to go fill up the tub?”

“Maybe later,” you say, and it’s not entirely a lie. You’re pretty sure you wouldn’t turn down a bath with Taehyung given the opportunity, but you doubt either of you will remember this conversation within the hour. “This was supposed to be a couples costume, you know,” you sigh, letting the jacket drop back off your shoulders to pool on the sofa. Taehyung watches the material fall, absentmindedly licking his lips when his eyes rove over your newly-exposed skin. “But no way was I passing up wearing this outfit just because we weren’t coming together.”

“Very good choice,” Taehyung says, pressing his lips to your shoulder in a lingering kiss and you feel heat curl in your abdomen. “I would have had to kick Seokjin out if you’d come in something else because of him.”

He feels you tense under his hands and presses another quick kiss to your shoulder, his wandering hands pausing, relaxing to be more comforting than exciting.

“So he did come, then,” you mumble, refraining from turning to search through the crowd and focusing on fiddling with Taehyung’s buttons.

“He did.”

“Is he-?”

“Dressed as Richard Gere?” Dark umber stares back at you when you meet his gaze, soft around the edges. “Yeah, he is.”

“Goddammit,” you huff, letting your body drop into the back of the sofa. You were hoping he’d at least come as something else, if he was going to come. It wasn’t like Seokjin didn’t look good in a suit, very much the opposite actually, but without you dressed as Julia Roberts on his arm, you figured he’d switch to a different costume that could be recognisable on its own. “Where is he?” you ask, picking at the hem of your dress while Taehyung puts his hand on your knee, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. His other hand slides across the back of the sofa and you lean your head against his forearm.

“Dunno,” he says without even looking at the crowd around you. “Don’t care, to be honest. I’m just glad you still came. But I’ll keep him away from you, if you want.”

You smile up at him, knowing that he’s just as protective over you as Namjoon. You’re well aware that the two of them both have feelings for you, a cause of contention between them as they both feel the other isn’t good enough for you. Whether it’s simply lust or something more, you’re not sure, but you’ve never been able to say wholeheartedly that you felt the same about either of them and so you never allowed anything to happen. Taehyung is fun to flirt with, and he knows the limits he’s allowed to dance around with you, whereas Namjoon is your best friend, for years the two of you have been each other’s go-to dates for work events and other things you’d rather die than go to alone.

You’ve made it clear where you stand with both of them, and they respect those boundaries.

Seokjin, however, had been incredibly confusing for you. He could be incredibly sweet, even domestic when you’d spend weekends in his penthouse with him and you’d quietly become exclusive without a conversation. He’d never said so himself, but you knew from whispers on the socialite grapevine that Taehyung kept you tapped into that he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

You’d had a few flings over the years, nothing too serious but at least they were willing to publicly claim you were seeing each other. Seokjin had never done that for you, but you’d been more like a couple than any other relationship you’d ever had before. He was definitely the first person who made you feel so fiercely you feared your chest would burst just from him looking at you. The first man to make you feel like you wanted to be with someone long term.

You haven’t seen him since he let you walk out of Jimin’s Halloween party, although ‘party’ may be too casual a term for the events Jimin throws. Halloween had been an elegant masquerade ball in an old theatre uptown, every room lavishly bathed in purple and silver, from the drapes to the wait staff’s outfits.

You’d been drawn into yet another conversation about the nature of your relationship when Jimin’s latest flame had asked how long you’d been together, although Jimin had quickly dragged her away with the lure of more champagne to avoid the impending argument.

You’d jokingly suggested that maybe you should put a label on whatever it was between you and Seokjin, if anything to make those conversations easier, but he hadn’t agreed. Oh no, he’d told you to stop trying to fit other people’s expectations rather than doing what you wanted for yourself. When you’d shot back that maybe you did want to put a label on it, he’d told you firmly, again, that he’d never agreed that would happen. You accused him of giving you whiplash, of treating you like he loved you one minute then acting like you were nothing more than a fuck on speed dial the next. At least Jimin acted like he liked his flings, could bear to be seen with them in public and admitted to the connection, however brief. Seokjin had fallen into stony silence instead of replying, sipping his champagne as he watched the party, making it clear the conversation was over without walking away.

So you did, instead.

You found Jimin, who protested profusely when you pressed a kiss to his cheek as you said goodbye, and walked out without looking back.

You have only heard from Seokjin once since, a single text that you’d refused to answer, and when he hadn’t tried again you’d assumed that, whatever it had been between you, was over. You weren’t going to be the one to extend the olive branch this time, tired of waving a tattered white flag and being the first to break the silence. If he’d wanted you, he’d known where to find you, known which circles you ran in and which friends he could scout out.

But he didn’t.

Fuck him, you thought, shaking off the growing ache in your chest and forcing a smile to your lips as you considered Taehyung’s offer.

“Don’t worry, Taetae, I’m sure he won’t be seeking me out any time soon.”

“If he does, you come find me, okay? Or Namjoon,” he adds, and you can tell it almost pains him to suggest you go to someone other than himself. “I don’t want him ruining your night.”

“I won’t let him,” you say resolutely, although neither of you quite believe your words.

You’re not quite sure how it’s happened, but you’re still wearing your hat two hours later despite having lost your wig from underneath it. You have a vague memory of Jungkook dancing around with a blonde bob, but you’ve had several more Cherry Bombs following the first one Namjoon had made you earlier. He had been making them for you, but when you’d figured out he was skimping on the rum, you stopped telling him when your cup was empty, much to Taehyung’s amusement.

That’s where you are now, in the kitchen making your next drink in a daze, popping a cherry in your mouth as you go through the motions.

The kitchen is pretty much empty by this point, most of the partygoers having collapsed into plush sofas around the apartment or filed out to the balcony ready for the fireworks. You know both Taehyung and Namjoon are out there waiting for you, although your head is a little fuzzy on who you would rather be standing next to when the clock ticks over.

You’re pondering if you’d be capable of convincing them both to kiss a cheek each at the same time when someone else enters the kitchen. You don’t notice the footsteps coming toward you until you get a strange feeling down your spine, but you just figure someone else is waiting for something you’re using.

“I’ll be done with the rum in a second,” you say cheerfully, finishing your pour and putting it out to the side for them to grab, but they don’t move.

“I don’t drink rum,” a familiar voice murmurs, sending a chill down your spine that’s definitely not coming from the ice cubes in your hand. “You know that, Y/N.” He takes a step towards you, not close enough for your bodies to touch but you’re definitely aware of his presence now. “Or should I say Vivian?”

“Seokjin,” you breathe out, turning to see the man in question stood in front of you looking just as handsome as you feared he would. Despite several hours of the party having passed, he doesn’t look anywhere near as dishevelled as most others are, but you assume that’s due to the scotch you recognise in the crystal-bottomed glass he’s holding. He’s always been one for sipping something stronger to keep his buzz rather than drinking to get wasted, and tonight is clearly no different. He’s not wearing a suit jacket, probably hung up somewhere to keep it safe, but he’s still wearing his dark blue waistcoat and the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up to expose his forearms. His hair has retained its style for the most part, only a few strands having fallen out of place across his forehead.

“You look good,” he says, holding your gaze, and you know without asking that he doesn’t need to look down at your outfit because he’d have memorised it within the first half hour of seeing you. You consider your words carefully, knowing that this is much more than him simply coming to pay you a compliment.

“I know,” you turn to grab your drink and make to leave, but his voice still has the power to stop you in your tracks.

“You still wore it,” he states, and you’re surprised to see his eyes are softer than you expected despite the slight smirk on his lips.

“Of course I did. It’s a good costume.”

“It is,” he agrees simply, looking down at his suit with a frown. “I just look like a rich asshole without my Vivian.”

“Nothing new, then,” you mutter into your cup and you’re surprised to hear him laugh.

“I guess so,” he says, and if you didn’t know him better you’d think he sounded sad. He takes a sip of his drink and you can’t help but watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. The kitchen falls quiet between you. It’s awkward and heavy but neither of you make to leave. This is the closest you’ve knowingly been to him all evening and you’re torn between wanting to leave him in your wake and wanting to stay close to him. As much as he hurt you, you’re still drawn to him, still feel pulled towards him by the rope around your heart that neither of you ever severed.

“What do you want, Seokjin?” you ask, wishing you were in between a bickering Taehyung and Namjoon right now instead of here with him. At least you know how everyone feels when you’re with them.

Seokjin falters slightly at your question and your own nerves grow, a thickness in your throat that even your rum can’t cut through. Seokjin never falters. Something’s wrong.

“I just… I wanted to apologise,” he says, not quite meeting your eye, neck flushing red. You subtly take a sniff of your drink, making sure you haven’t accidentally slipped in something stronger, but the sweet cherry scent is exactly as it always is.

Seokjin notices your shock and chuckles to himself, embarrassed, but he’s been going over what he wants to say to you for weeks and he’s not about to back out now. Steeling himself, he puts down his glass and turns to you, his expression sincere.

“I really am sorry, Y/N-”

“For what?” you interrupt, curious whether he actually knows what he did wrong or if he’s just trying to butter you up. He doesn’t falter this time, as if he’s been expecting a third degree interrogation from you, but he doesn’t bristle either. The more you watch him and the way he accepts your sharp tone with resignation, the more you realise he is genuinely apologetic. It’s such a strange concept to you that you briefly wish he would go back to being an asshole to you just to feel a bit more familiar.

“For everything,” he says, continuing before you can berate him for such a cop-out answer. “For never treating you properly, never treating you like you deserve to be treated.” He slips his hands in his pockets as he takes a few cautious steps towards you, keeping an eye on your reaction to make sure he doesn’t overstep. “I know I hurt you, when I told you I never promised I’d call you my girlfriend. I know I hurt you a lot of times.”

Hearing him say the words you’d wanted to hear for so long, actually admitting that he knew he’d hurt you and apologising for it, is enough to make your throat sting with the rising sensation of tears. You stare into your cup but you don’t see the cherries and ice cubes swimming in your rum: your attention is solely on him.

“I’m sorry I let you walk out of that party without telling you how I feel about you, about us.”

Your gaze snaps to him, feeling like all of the air is being squeezed out of your lungs. Seokjin never spoke about his feelings or spoke about the two of you as an ‘us’, only ever referring to you as two separate people who just happened to go to events together.

“The last couple of weeks, I’ve… thought about you, a lot. I’ve really fucking missed you, Y/N,” he chokes out, closing his eyes tightly and you grip your cup. You’ve never heard him cry before.

He looks up at you, eyes red, and you almost step towards him before you catch yourself. You’ve missed him, too, and not just for the way he leaves you weak in the knees the morning after. Despite his reluctance to put a label on your relationship, Seokjin was more domestic than he was perhaps capable of admitting. It had touched you when he’d learned your coffee order within a week, always had your favourite snacks stocked away in his penthouse kitchen and even bought you a small wardrobe’s worth of clothes.

But it was the occasional evenings spent on his sofa that you remembered fondest, a bottle or two of red wine split between you while you watched TV together. He would always lay your legs across his lap, gently massaging down your calves while your chosen film or documentary played out in front of you until he was pressing circles into your feet with his thumbs. He always said he didn’t care for TV so he’d let you choose, but he’d be just as engrossed as you by the end of the night, insisting on one more episode before you dragged him to bed. It was those moments of intimacy that you missed, when he seemed like he could actually be your boyfriend if only he wasn’t so reluctant.

You’re not sure if you can bring yourself to believe him, given how easily he threw it all away.

“Sure, you did,” you roll your eyes, sarcasm dripping from your voice to mask the hurt you can’t swallow. “My phone’s barely stopped ringing.”

His gaze hardens, but a flash of hurt crosses his face.

“I texted you,” he bites out. “You didn’t reply.”

“You asked me what I was doing for the holidays, Seokjin. You didn’t apologise, you didn’t say anything about what happened. You didn’t give me any reason to talk to you.” You put your cup down on the counter behind you, the temptation to throw it at him growing every second.

“I didn’t know what else to say,” he says quietly. “I’m not used to…” he trails off, unsure how to phrase it. “I’m not used to being the one to fix things.”

You laugh hollowly; you can’t help it. It’s bitter, the reminder that you were always the one to crawl back first, but it’s true.

“It’s not nice, is it?” you ask, letting him see your own teary eyes as you look up at him. “Waiting for someone else to give you what you want.” His features fall and his shoulders drop, the meaning behind your words as clear as day: you waited for him to give you a relationship and he kept teasing you with it, pulling you along like a fool.

“No,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not. But I’m ready, I think.” Seokjin takes one more step towards you, his hands still buried deep in his pockets, arms tense with the restraint it’s taking him not to reach out and touch you.

“Ready?” you ask, head spinning, heart pounding. “Ready for what?”

“To give you what you want,” he says gently. “I’m ready to give you a relationship, if you still want one… still want me.”

You’ve waited months to hear him say those words but now that you’re hearing them you’re struggling to understand. Your eyes search his features and you see that he looks tired, like he hasn’t slept properly for a while.

You’re conflicted. The disbelief of hearing those long-awaited words sits level on the scales of your emotions, balanced out by the sting of too many rejections in the past. You’re tired, too. Tired of waiting for him, of having your hopes raised by tender touches only to be dashed by the sharp words claiming you’re nothing more than his friend. You don’t want to fall for his words only for them to come back and cut you later on, but you also don’t want to miss out on the opportunity to at least try having everything you’ve ever wanted with him.

It’s too big of a decision to make in one moment, even when you’re sober.

“I do,” you say hesitantly, careful with your expression. “I do still want you, but-” you put your hand out to stop him when he takes another step closer, hands withdrawing from his pockets to reach out for you. They hesitate in mid-air at the touch of your fingertips to his chest, fingers curling in on themselves. “But I can’t just say yes to this, not tonight. I need time. I need you to prove to me that I can trust you, and that you mean this, Seokjin.”

His gaze softens and his hands slowly close over yours, holding your palm to his chest.

“I understand,” he says, hands holding yours tightly. “I’m willing to wait. I think it’s only fair, I’ve made you wait long enough.”

“Too right,” you say, pushing him gently on the chest and his cheeky smirk falls into a grin.

“Start the new year with me,” he says, gradually bringing you closer until he can press a kiss to your hair.

“Okay,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his torso and relaxing into the planes of his chest. You’ve missed being held by him. “Let’s go outside.”

You retrieve your glasses and head out onto the balcony together hand in hand, taking the alcohol with you more to keep you warm than to keep any lingering buzz going. Namjoon smiles when you come up beside him, almost wrapping his arm around your shoulder when he catches sight of your hand entwined with Seokjin’s. His expression falls slightly but he recovers, meeting your gaze to silently ask if everything’s okay, and when you nod his smile returns, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. You know he’ll have questions and you’ll answer them in time but, for now, you’re happy to watch as colours explode in the sky above you all.

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Miraculous Rewrite - Hecate (an Anansi OVERHAUL)

Now you all see why we gave ‘Anansi’ to someone else. Well.. there are multiple reasons actually, but one of them is for Nora to have a different mythological figure because the spider aesthetic… did not work.

So we open on Alya’s apartment once again, and She and Nino are instead playing a ‘two person’ video game that seems to be a mix of something like Super Mario Brothers and Kingdom Hearts. Sitting on the couch are Marinette and Adrien, Adrien laying backwards on the arm rest so he’s upside down, his mouth hanging open, Marinette sitting cross legged on the other side of the couch attempting to throw popcorn into his mouth.

Adrien pumps his fist when a kernel makes it in, Marinette laughing lightly when he mumbly declared ‘victory!’

Alya and Nino were JUST Killed by a Bowser looking Mofo when the door slams open. Adrien sitting upright again, (Multiple pieces of popcorn being chucked onto the floor with his movement) And Alya and Nino both Jump in place, to turn in shock toward the door.

Marinette peeks over from around Adrien and, nonchalantly “Oh hey Nora.”

“Hey Sanrio.” Nora responds absently, hemming and hawwing over something on her phone. She’s wearing a gym trainer jacket and sweats over her wrestling outfit, the jacket is unzipped, and you can see that the uniform is still yellow and black, but with what appears to be a witches hat embossed on the top instead of a spider. However you can only see this for a moment before she approaches Alya.

“Pipsqueak, you take all the photos for your blog, yeah?”

Alya looks unsure, glancing at Nino and then Marinette before back to Nora. “Yeah…?”

“You’ve gotten caught up in a lot of Akuma stuff, haven’t you?”

“Well…” Alya chuckles nervously. “Like, all of my classmates except for like Marinette have BEEN akumatized, so yeah…”

“I haven’t been Akumatized!” Adrien pipes up.

“Because you’re so used to disappointment Hawkmoth can’t separate it from the background radiation that is your shit family.” Nino chimes in.

Nora surprise laughs at Nino’s unexpected comment.

“Back to my point through, You need training.”

Alya looks confused for a moment. “Yes..? Isn’t that what I've been doing every Saturday with you?”

“No, I mean real training. That stuff is just to fight off creepy guys in dark alleys, you’re gonna need to step it up if you’re gonna keep throwing yourself headfirst into fights. Sanrio!” Marinette jumps at her nickname. “You’re a wimp, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

“All Your muscle mass is from bakery stuff, right?”

Marinette looks off to the side, we get a quick shot of Ladybug, then of sparring with Kagami.

“Actually I’m in fencing club with Adrien.”

Camera pans to Adrien who mirrors Marinette, a quick shot of Chat Noir behind him before also sparring with Kagami (this time it just looks more flirty). “Yup! I needed some kinda physical stuff for muscle mass. Modeling you know!”

“Fair enough Project Runway.” Nora shrugged, but then when she looks to Nino, his only ‘awkward side glance’ is Temp Noir and Carapace. “Turntables, you got anything, or is my sister the only one of you with no formal fighting experience?”

“Uhhhh Nope, I’m green as a turtle!” (Nino ain’t the most subtle kid)

“And the boyfriend too. Perfect.” Nora grabs Nino by his scruff and raises him to his feet. “Pipsqueak think rationally, say I’m an Akuma, and you want the PERFECT shot for your blog, what are you gonna rely on? The Bug and the Chat are fighting a horde of zombies or some shit, and you’re a prisoner.”

Alya sighs and stands up, and right now we get a quick flash of both Lady Temp and Rena Rogue. “Do I have to play this game?”

“Yes! You can’t just rely on heroes to protect you! And you certainly can’t rely on Turntables!”

“Hey!”

“Nora…”

“Hecate.” Nora folded her arms. “We’re doing a rundown, so call me by my title.”

“Fine.” Alya groans. “Hecate, Goddess of magic, the triple goddess of maiden mother and crone” Alya makes a large sweeping bow, overly dramatic in all ways. Nora is unimpressed. “I’m assuming Nino is the prisoner.”

“Oh most definitely.” Nora takes then to heft Nino over her shoulder as though he were no more than a sack of flour.

“Dude come on! Gimme a little dignity!”

(quick comic clip to Adrien and Marinette, watching this like a particularly interesting tennis match)

“Fine, then Hecate, first thing I do is-” Alya interrupts herself, turning toward the window. “Oh my gosh a real Akuma!” Nora in her shock immediately drops Nino and turns to the source. During which Alya grabs an antique sword hanging from the wall and presses the sheath to Nora’s neck. “Abuse an Akuma’s natural mental instability and distract them with their own passion. Also you’re dead.”

Nora doesn’t seem too pleased all the same and stands upright again, taking the sword from Alya in one motion. “Come on, that thing’s an antique! You know great-grandad used it in the war!”

“Nora, no offense, but I’ve been dealing with Akumas basically ever since they turned up, I don’t think I’ve EVER seen you at Ground Zero! So you can’t just come in here and expect to know what’s best!”

And suddenly the air in the room changes, Marinette, Adrien, and Nino sharing that moment of awkward solidarity when you run into a family crisis at a friend’s house. Marinette and Adrien share a look before standing and coming over beside the clearly frozen in awkwardness Nino.

“Are you trying to call me inexperienced, Pipsqueak?”

“You are with Akumas! And Stop calling me Pipsqueak! I’m not a little kid anymore! I’ve protected myself, AND Ella and Etta more than you have since a supervillain showed up!”

Quick cut to Marinette standing between the fighting and the boys, gently urging the two toward the door.

“Where do you think YOU’RE going, Sanrio?” Marinette yelps when Nora’s gaze turned to her.

“Uhm! Uh...Well uh… Actually Luka and I were gonna meet up for lunch! And I uh… invited Adrien and Kagami to come with us!” Which is a lie. “But Kagami couldn’t come so Nino offered to come instead so instead of a double date it’s a bro date for them!” Also a lie. “And we offered for Alya to come but it depended on if you’d be here to pick up the little ones or not!”

“Oh I'm coming!” Alya says instantly, if she weren’t so good at playing along Marinette would be caught. “If there’s an Akuma I know that not ONLY is there strength in numbers, but it’s also way more effective to fight smarter than harder.”

Alya makes direct eye contact with Nora. “Anyone who's EXPERIENCED an Akuma knows you gotta fight smarter!”

Before Nora can even get a word in edgewise Alya’s turned on her heel and marched the lot of them out the door.

We cut from the group heading out the door to Nora heading to her old bedroom in the house, mostly empty with only the necessities for short overnight stays. It’s a very bare space, the walls still faded where posters had been up, and a picture of Alya and her on the nightstand from before the twins were born.

Nora is holding Alya up in the picture, before Alya needed glasses and there’s a huge gap in her teeth. Nora’s pretending to try and kiss Alya’s cheek, but Alya’s shrieking with laughter and trying to get free. A simpler time.

Nora picks up the photo and sits heavily on the bare mattress. “I’ve only been gone for two months, how much has she grown up already?”

A butterfly floats into the room, landing on the frame of the photo of times long past, and we end this scene on a shot of Nora’s hands gripping the frame tight enough that it would’ve broken if not for the magic coursing through it.

The screen cuts to black and holds on it, but you hear Hawkmoth’s voice. “We call upon your strength, Maiden, Mother, and Crone. We summon you, Hecate.”

Meanwhile, the four friends are out in town, three of them laughing at a joke we just missed, and Adrien’s pouting, asking for why the joke was so funny. A subtle nod at how socially lacking he can, on occasion, be compared to his friends. Marinette whispers in his ear, and he starts laughing with the others. The group is heading towards Marinette’s, as we find out from the sight of the bakery, Alya is a tad impatient and running ahead of them.

“C’mon, I wanna see you actually fence, girl!”

The baker’s daughter is laughing again, but she makes her way upstairs with a small peck on her father’s cheek and hug given to her mom, then darts back down with her fencing bag. “You sure you don’t want to rub in your dad’s face how you can sneak in and out to get your own practice rapier, Adrien?”

“You know, I would, but that would mean I don’t get to rub it in LUKA’s face about how I’ve officially been in your house and room more than he has.”

“You sure about that? I don’t tell you everything. I tell HER everything.”

Alya smirks in response and takes out a notebook, putting a talley mark in there. It’s labelled ‘how many times guy friends are weirdly alpha against boyfriends’

“How many strangely specific notebooks do you have?” Nino inquires, peering over her shoulder, then resting his chin on her shoulder as an afterthought, and she pokes him on the nose with the end of her pen.

“How many weird social norms am I NOT keeping track of is the real question.” Nino spies the real title of the notebook on the inside of the cover, it is in fact actually the “Marinette’s Harem moments” notebook, with a quick key. “Green=>Adrien Blue=>Luka Red=>Nathaniel” (Though there’s a line through his name, given he’s moved on now) are all we see, with room for more.

The lot of them continue their walk, now in the direction of a nearby park for the actual fencing skills to be unleashed in, Adrien has grabbed one of the swords from the bag to swing around a bit, just for fun, but also because it IS a different one than he usually uses. When the lot of them are confronted at the park by three dark cloaked figures. Their features are indistinguishable. The three figures slowly approach, but at the moment don’t look overly threatening or even vaguely Akuma. Just oddly dressed individuals.

The figure on the far right asks in a childish voice, how they feel about the past. Odd, and maybe Marinette and Adrien are seen with their hackles slowly starting to be raised, with Marinette’s hand slipping into her bag to grab the other rapier, but not taking it out.

Alya asks the young figure to elaborate, to which the figure chuckles and asks again. How does she feel about the past. Does she hope for the future to come too soon? Is she so childish that she wants to be so very grown up?

The more the young figure speaks, the more Alya’s eyes grow wide. The voice is… familiar. Most children sound similar, but there’s something inherently familiar this time.

Alya takes a step away, but the figure reaches out, their hood falling back to show, indeed, a young looking Nora, around the age she was in the photo, but when her hand touches Alya’s, Alya seems to glow. And before the crowd, she begins to shrink.

Touched by the Maiden Alya looks about five now, unable to escape her Akumatized Sister’s grasp.

Then the figure on the far left lunges, Grabbing hold of Nino, Pummeling him to the ground. “Young turntables, how the sands of time move quickly.” As she’s atop him Nino begins to glow as well, his hair going gray and quickly aging him. He’s barely able to get the Crone’s hood off, showing indeed, she’s an older looking Nora.

Adrien and Marinette look from their magically changed friends, to the figure in the center, Marinette dropping the gym bag and brandishing her rapier as Adrien raises his own. Neither sure what’s about to happen, but also not willing to run and “get help.” (yet)

The two lunge at the remaining cloaked figure, and she in return puts up her hands, boxing gloves hidden beneath her cloak. While the two are able to give her the run about quickly, Mother stops the fight by removing her glove and getting a hit in on Adrien’s jaw. It makes him stumble back, but no glow or change of shape. Marinette on the other hand gets her hair tugged. She ages a little as Mother holds onto her, but more through ‘ending Puberty’ on her end, turning her for a brief moment, into an adult woman, mid-late 20s. Marinette however still had her hands free and throws her own punch into the hooded Mother’s face. It makes her stumble back, and Crone and Maiden let go of their prey to hold onto their own faces in pain. Before Mother throws her cape back over the rest of the camera, and they’re gone, a cloak with no owner falling down to the ground.

Alya darts over to Nino, She already looks a little older, but not much, meanwhile Nino’s wrinkles are fading, but slowly.

Marinette sunk to her knees as her new height had thrown her off balance, but quicker than the two before her, she’s quick to go back to her normal age. (and Adrien WAS NOT sitting on the ground nursing his minor injury ogling her, no siree, she’s got a boyfriend and he would not do that)

By the time Marinette stands back up and is putting her rapier back in her duffel bag, surmising that that was… well clearly it was Nora. Alya was helping Nino up, she looks about 12 now, and Nino’s just got a few lingering streaks of silver in his hair.

“Maiden Mother and Crone.” Alya adds on. “She’s like.. Actually Hecate now.”

“Doesn’t last very long though.” Nino remarks as Alya finally gets back to Normal and his hair turns black again. “Kinda an aimless akuma.”

“Not quite.” Marinette hums. “...Mother… only had me for a little bit and I changed back quickly, but you guys it took longer. Maybe if one holds someone long enough …”

“...it could be permanent.” Adrien finishes, and she nods.

The group look at each other nervously, before Marinette points towards the bakery, “She didn’t go after me and Adrien immediately because she knows we’re both in combat training Alya, Nino, you guys need to take shelter. I’ll guard the door, in case Ladybug and Chat Noir don’t figure it out, ya know?”

“I should head home.” Adrien chimes in. “My father’s been more uh… weird… about me being out during Akuma’s lately”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Nino deadpans. “You jumped off a building last week dude.”

“You almost drowned when Paris got flooded.” Alya

“Didn’t you get nearly cut in half that one time with Kagami?” Marinette

“Psssh!” Adrien waves a hand. “Like you guys don’t do dangerous stuff during attacks. Hey Marinette, can I borrow your spare Rapier for the way home?”

“Yeah, just give it back next practice.”

Adrien nods, and they part ways, Adrien turning around the corner and ducking into an alley, Marinette pushing Alya and Nino through the doorway and closing it before Nino could mistakenly drag her in.

“I guess Nora took that fight a little harsh.” Tikki pokes her head out of Marinette’s bag.

“I mean, what was I supposed to do? I don’t exactly know how siblings fight.”

“I’m not blaming you Marinette.” Tikki chuckles. “Sometimes things are out of our hands.”

“Transform me!”

Meanwhile

“Man what is with the mean siblings lately.” Plagg lazily floats out from hiding.

“Never been so happy to be an only child.” Adrien agrees.

“Transform me!”

Sure enough the Hecate three are spotted rather quickly, three dark clad figures asking people strange and ominous questions before transforming them. Children too small to escape the Maiden’s vice grip, the elderly too frail to best the Crone, and Mother standing silent between the two. There already are people who seem to have been changed for longer, as Ladybug encounters a late 20’s looking woman in pink overalls nervously holding a baby happily gnawing on a tv anchor microphone. The camera Man, older but fading back to normal quickly, begins to pan around the ‘carnage’.

Ladybug comes across the woman, baby in her arm, leans over and speaks into the microphone, asking if Ladybug knows what the Scary robe ladies are planning, and that they turned her into a grownup and her Mommy into a baby.

Ladybug gently takes the microphone from the baby-fied Nadja, whom starts to make upset baby sounds, and insists that the three robe ladies are in fact one Akuma named Hecate. Do NOT answer her questions, or acknowledge that she asked them. Turn and walk away. She hands Baby Nadja back the microphone, to which she immediately begins gnawing on again. She gently pats Manon’s head and tells her to hide somewhere Safe. And try not to drop your Mama.

We cut back to Hecate, in the middle of turning some rando (maybe Sabrina’s dad?) into a child, Maiden happily cooing at a little redheaded boy in a trenchcoat and fedora, like a child playing detective.

But soon enough a staff enters frame. Hitting the maiden on her shoulder. She yelps and drops the child, whom turns heel and runs once he gets his feet under him.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Chat chirps, descending and heading straight for Mother. Chat holds his own for a little bit, using his staff to keep Maiden and Crone at bay, but unable to go for Mother, until Ladybug’s Yoyo comes in, wrapping around Mother and pulling her to fall back, Maiden and Crone follow suit. But before either can approach them Mother grabs hold of Chat with both hands. Chat begins to shift, jaw going squarer, getting a little taller, but Maiden and Crone get hold of him as well, the glow starting to overtake him. Ladybug only then is able to wrench chat away. Her hand brushing Maiden’s for only a quick moment.

They regroup on the rooftops quickly. We’re in Ladybug’s POV now. Watching her reach the top, and place Chat down. He looks about her size again. But he falls to his feet when she puts him down.

“Chat? You okay?” She gasps when she realizes her voice is high and squeaky, child like Chat looks up and his face is baby-cheeks round.

We then clip to Chat’s POV, he’s looking at an old and wisened Ladybug, Long black hair shot with silver, bags prominent under her eyes despite the mask, when he looks down his own hands are bone thin and wrinkled.

“We’re young!”

“We’re old!”

Chat shakily gets to his feet, but doubles over back into 3rd person perspective, but atm they’re only seen in shot/reverse shot, every time Chat is seen he looks like a child, and Ladybug looks young from over her shoulder, but when shot over Chat’s shoulder he and Ladybug look old.

Chat puts a hand on his back and uses his staff as a cane. Meanwhile Ladybug rocks back and forth on her heels, curling a finger through her pigtails.

They argue for a moment, you see Chat rubbing sore joints and Ladybug stomping her foot, as they try to decide whether they are old or young. But Ladybug eventually shakes her head and says they need to focus. No matter WHAT age they are, Hecate messed with their perception too. She summons lucky charm, and sure enough, a square candle falls into her hand.

“Okiedoke. I’ma go get Mister Fu. We need help.”

“You shouldn’t go alone, you could break a hip.”

“I could fall out of a tree the size of a house and be fine right now.”

Before she can move, Chat grabs her gently by the wrist, leaning forward and whispers a name to her. She looks confused for a second, but nods in realization.

Ladybug takes off quickly after that.

Fu is paging through the Grimoire scans atm, scribbling down codes and rough translations into Mandarin, he’s grumbling to himself, but doesn’t look up when the door is slammed open. When he looks up we see Ladybug in her ‘Late 20’s form, approaching Fu and kneeling. She explains the situation, with her childish word slurring and energetic hand movements. Fu chuckles clearly finding this endearing.

“I see, and Chat Noir?”

“He thinks he’s a grandpa! And he thinks I'm a baba!” Marinette gestures again, and in her POV we see a random thing on the table spill over, when back in Fu’s POV she’d clearly knocked it over with her hand motions.

“I see. And you believe you’re going to require extra help?”

“Mmhm! We can’t fight if I can be picked up and Chat’ll get arthritis!”

“Very clever.” Marinette seems to beam under the praise.

And when it comes to the selection, she grabs the fox and the turtle. Saying that they need to beat her by numbers. Pausing for a moment, and using what Alya said earlier. ‘Fight Smarter not harder.’

She makes her way to the last place she’d known Alya and Nino to be at, her house, carefully sneaking in through the roof, before letting out an oof when she thought the ground was too far. Alya and Nino are at her side instantly, the two questioning the situation, and she makes a quip about how it won’t be easy to steal from this child, the two teens share a quick look, before Alya’s grabbing a mirror and shoving it in Ladybug’s face.

Stumbling back, she raises a hand to her “adult” face, eyes wide, then looks back at the two of them.

“Ladybug, You’re hot. Not a child.”

“Yeah if I wasn’t Rena Rogue trash, I’d be SUPER into this.”

Alya Blushes, but the scene is quickly broken up by Ladybug shaking herself from her shock and saying that they’re gonna need to overwhelm Hecate. Strength in numbers and all that.

“Chat and I discussed it and... I think we made good choices.” She comments vaguely, then holding out familiar boxes to them both.

“He is...?” “She is...?” Nino and Alya look at eachother, before smiling determinedly and opening their respective boxes. (For a quick joke they realize they got the other’s box, and switch them around before Wayzz and Trixx appear)

Ladybug keeps the mirror with her for the moment, and the three heroes take off to find Chat Noir.

Chat is playing hit and run, hiding mostly in the shadows and using his staff to keep Hecate away from civilians, distracting her and then vanishing. He’s refusing to handle her directly.

But soon enough that doesn’t work and Hecate spots him, Maiden and Mother grabbing hold of Crone and tossing her into the sky to meet him up there, but before she could turn Old man! Chat even older (In his mind) her hands hit Carapace’s shield. Crone is knocked back into the other two, and Nino drags Chat to safety, Chat complaining in a warbly voice that he’s not made of rubber like he used to be.

Ladybug now can see him as he has been aged to look, about her age in the mid-20’s ish area, and though she only kinda rolls her eyes at his carrying on, it’s obvious Chat’s hot as hell.

“You’re not in danger of breaking anything.” She insists, thrusting the mirror under his nose. “Except maybe Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s mirror.” Chat’s eyes widen as he takes in his own ‘grownup’ form.

“Woah…”

“Mad Jealous, Chat.” Carapace shakes his head

Chat stands upright again, bending his back and his spine letting out a few satisfying pops. “So okay, notes for… uh… now I guess, the three of them at once fucks with how we perceive things.”

“No joke.” Ladybug responds, before of course, casting Lucky Charm. Into her hands falls an electric lantern. Ladybug humms and looks around. In the highlighted field we see Carapace’s shield, Chat’s hand, a drum of cable wire laying abandoned on the roof, Rena’s flute, and Hecate’s dark cloaks.

“Okay, here’s the plan.”

We cut next to Hecate, Maiden and Crone aging and De-aging multiple people as Mother watches in silence. Soon enough they run into Alya. She’s standing alone and sunk into a defensive position, their great grandad’s sword unsheathed and in her hand.

Maiden stomps her foot childishly, asking Alya if she even knows how OLD that thing is! Also she’s gonna hurt herself! Alya responds with a simple “Take it from me.”

Maiden of course, jumps at the idea, making her way toward the girl, But just as she’s about to make contact, Chat’s hand reaches through the mirage of Alya, Cataclysm at the ready, and dissolves her cloak in his grasp. Maiden shrieks and reels back, the cloak now gone she’s revealed to be wearing Nora’s wrestling uniform beneath, but her symbol is that of half of a broken heart.

She turns to try and return to the two, but Here comes Rena with the unspooled wire drum, tripping the naive Maiden and getting her legs tangled into the wire. Crone starts to stalk forward to retrieve her, but the cautious Crone was too slow for Carapace, who immediately traps her in Shelter and rolls her away from Mother. In the rolling action, her cloak comes loose, showing her also wearing the wrestling outfit despite her withered body, and on her chest is the other half of the broken heart.

Mother, now alone, tries to rush after her two other halves, but her legs seem unable to move, camera cutting to Maiden trying to free her own legs, and despite her lack of motion she seems off balance and dizzy, cut to Crone being tossed around in Shelter.

And sure enough when she turns, it’s to Ladybug, lit lantern in her hands.

“Show us what you’re hiding Mother.” She shines the lantern in Mother’s face, finally illuminating her, and sure enough while she does look exactly like Nora, her sclera have been turned black, and thick, tar-like tears have been dribbling from her eyes since the point of akumatization.

She’s unable to stop Ladybug as she rips the cloak from her, sure enough she’s wearing the wrestling outfit, but instead of the heart embossment, on her chest--practically glued onto it--is a photo frame, an image of a broken heart shining beneath the glass. Ladybug punches Mother in her chest, making the glass crack just enough to damage the frame.

And with that the Akuma is released.

Chat pouts as he’s checking himself out in the reflection of a window and watches his post-puberty body melt away. “-sigh- Someday you shall return to me, well defined pecs.”

Carapace smacks him against the shoulder, grinning.

Ladybug doesn’t make a comment when she changes back, if anything she looks relieved. “I hope not too many people saw that.”

Rena leans against her shoulder. “I’m sure enough people saw it Ladybug.” Ladybug humms in upset.

But sure enough the humor is broken a little when the attention is drawn back to Nora, sitting on a bench and contemplating the picture. Rena rogue of course fiddles with her hair for a moment, and gestures toward her, in a kind of ‘let me do this’ motion.

The other three look among each other, before Ladybug nods and they all turn to retreat to the rooftops.

“Miss Cesaire?” Rena starts, but Nora doesn’t seem like she was listening.

“She grew up too fast.”

“Pardon?”

“My Little sister, She grew up too fast. These… Akumas… they force that of people that deal with them regularly, don’t they? You either grow up or you become one yourself.”

Rena looks down and sits beside Nora on the bench, her tail beeps, down to three. “Adults get Akumatized too.”

“But it’s different with Adults. They’re making the conscious choice to be bitter, Teens can barely help their emotions. Alya she..” Nora chuckles bitterly “She’s a lot wiser than i thought she was, but she’s still a kid too.”

Rena looks away, a little guiltily.

“Maybe she knows that? That she tries to be a grownup because that’s what she needs to be right now?”

“Maybe.” Nora massages a headache. “Maybe I'm just overthinking this.”

“I’m sure if you talked to her about it, she’d understand.” Another beep, another slice of tail gone.

“You should probably get out of here before you’re caught in the Henhouse Foxy Loxy.”

“Right… uh… For what it’s worth.” Rena stands up. “I think she’d be willing to meet you halfway.”

We end there, on Rena leaping away and looking behind her as Nora turns her eyes to the sky in thought. Rena approaches the rooftop to see Carapace waving excitedly at her, while LB and CN playfully bicker. Alya smiles to herself, the camera showing us Carapace-Nino in the background, Ladybug-Marinette in the background, and then Chat, the camera hesitates, but Adrien shows up in the background all the same. She smirks.

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