#but i am happy to have finally written something aaaah

[muzzzzle]

Prefects’ Bathroom 🫧

Pairing: Prefect! Leander Prewett x Hector Fawley

NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I promised to finish this smut so ‘here I am as good as my word’ (c) It’s also my first work written specifically in English 👉🏻👈🏻

A friendly call for @prissaoe @soraimai @cranberryletters on the occasion!

The lights in the braziers twitched and the enchanted armor rattled unsettlingly. Leander had always found them sort of creepy, especially at such an hour, when every shadow in the castle was out to get something, whisper with muffled voices in his ear,  and breathe down his neck, making the hairs stand. Prewett shivered lightly and straightened his back. They wouldn’t scare him after all this time. He’s been put into Gryffindor and rightfully so. 

Though at this moment it was hard to tell if his quickened breath had more to do with suspicious noises creeping at him from all around the castle, or the excitement of his dream finally coming true. He’d almost lost his hope last year, getting roasted by Garreth constantly on the subject. But who’s laughing now, eh? 

The proud Gryffindor Prefect was striding down the Faculty Tower, casting glances at the portraits and nodding to them familiarly. Who would know, that coming back to Hogwarts for 6th year, he would finally get the cherished pin. Gryffindor House was cheering so loudly and Leander couldn’t help but drop a few happy tears on the occasion. Finally, he got what he rightfully deserved. Even Garreth wouldn’t dare to pull his pranks on him now, not when Prewett got to flash his shiny pin and casually mention Weasley’s aunt, whom he was supposed to meet oh so very soon about yet another incredibly important matter. Garreth nodded understandingly and patted the roommate on the shoulder.

And today, after having bathed in respect, adoration, and glory, Leander was finally about to bathe in the place he had been dreaming of since he first heard about it. The Prefects’ bathroom. Retreat for the elite.

Faculty Tower appeared mostly empty, on his way Prewett only met Professor Garlick, mumbling something about Gillyweed. The redhead nodded to her pompously as well, trying to remember frantically if he’d handed in that essay on the Sopophorus plant. But Herbology Professor didn’t seem to be interested in that at all, a sigh of relief leaving his chest. 

Leander finally got closer to the coveted door, enunciated every syllable of the password to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and pushed the handle, his heart sinking in anticipation.  After the dimly lit corridors of the Faculty Tower, bright lights reflected in the sparkling foam made him squint a bit. It was all he had dreamed of and more, bubbles popping playfully in the air, the stained-glass mermaid braiding her long hair, eyeing him with interest, lined up taps, erupting with all sorts of colors, fumes with musky scents, and… Somebody’s naked butt.

“Aaaah!” Prewett squeaked but quickly pulled himself together — in his dreams Prefects’ bathroom was his and his only, no other naked butts intended. “Sorry, mate, I was under the impression nobody had the place tonight.”

He turned his gaze away, embarrassed and bewildered just as much as the statue at the entrance, as the owner of the butt turned at him, his face with high cheekbones expressing the same surprise Leander’s had just moments ago. The Gryffindor Prefect's gaze brushed awkwardly at some uncovered parts of the bathroom occupant, who, apparently, hadn’t yet entered the water, before settling eyes on his face and dark hair. It wasn’t any of the Prefects, with all of whom Prewett was on a first-name basis, or the Head Boy, nor the captain of any Quidditch team, which was the only place Leander didn’t manage to get himself into this year. A seventh-year Ravenclaw, whom he had seen quite a few times in the Training Grounds, they even exchanged a few words last year – Hector Fawley. Leander raised his eyebrow with suspicion, trying to remember if there were any reasons for him to be privileged as high as to enter such an establishment. The musky scent was tickling his nose even more now, fogging his head a bit. The Ravenclaw caught himself faster.

“Leander, right?” his thick dark eyebrows straightened, and high cheekbones rounded up a bit as he cast a charming smile.  

“What are you doing here, this is Prefects’ bathroom!” Prewett answered instead of a greeting, his face about to compete in color with his hair.

Fawley wasn’t in the rush to cover himself up at all, it was almost like he was proud to show his body off, the embarrassment of being caught wearing off quickly. Leander tried to seem stern, it was the first obstacle of any kind he’d encountered on his path as a Prefect so far, and he couldn’t quite understand how to react to such a situation. Was it a test? A weird initiation ceremony other Prefects prepared for him? Maybe they are testing if he had what it took to be harsh at times? Why on Earth did Hector Fawley have his dick out like that?

“So I am aware,” Hector shrugged, noticing just how wild was the expression on Prewett’s face, and calculating frantically the best way out of this. “I have certain… secret privileges, you see.”

Leander kept eyeing him with suspicion. If it was indeed the Prefects’ test, then he should just act as one. ‘What do you mean “as one”? You are one now!’ thought the redhead to himself and frowned his eyebrows. The musky-smoky scent was still pursuing him, he turned his head, trying to find the source of it.

“Then you wouldn’t mind testifying your ‘privileges’ to Professor Weasley, would you?” Prewett raised his chin and looked at the intruder with a challenge. 

Hector arched one of his eyebrows. He was impressed. Leander Prewett didn’t have the best reputation at school, but apparently, he wasn’t so easy to fool. There was no point in trying to reason with him. But Ravenclaw's wits weren’t the only talent Fawley had taken pride in. If all the girls running after him were any proof – his charm was quite the force to be reckoned with. Hector never minded whether it was girls or boys. Whatever needed to be done. The Ravenclaw raised his hands up as a sign of peace, and tilted his head a bit, eyeing the freshly-baked Prefect with interest.

“Ok, I admit it. You got me, mate. I’m not supposed to be here.”

Prewett swallowed loudly, trying to keep his eyes at the level of Fawley’s head. Why was he so chill? What the hell were those fumes? And when did Hector get that abs so tight? And why did it bother him, Leander, so much? Even though some very inappropriate images were rising in Prefect’s mind (all of them had to do with a certain naked body right in front of him), the redhead was fighting them off quite bravely.

“I will accompany you to Professor Hecat’s, the Head of your House,” stated Leander.

The Ravenclaw clicked his tongue. He was preparing himself for quite a career after this last year at Hogwarts. His family had already pulled some strings and he was counting on a job at the Ministry. If it was up to Headmaster Black, he would have smoothly talked his way out of it, but Hecat… She was almost as diligent at staining the students’ records with minor misdemeanors as Weasley. He was thinking quickly, eyeing the sixth-year’s face. Leander was still clearly embarrassed but tried his best to look stern. Resolute face, plump lips pressed tightly – he was kinda cute, Hector thought.

“Are you certain we have to go to Hecat’s?” Fawley made his voice sound as smooth and deep as he could. “Surely the two of us can work something out, no need to get the unnecessary attention.”

Prewett frowned, processing his words. Yes, it was definitely a test. The Prefects, probably, were here in the bathroom as well, concealed by Disillusionment Charm, watching his every move and releasing some enchanted fumes, making his mind race with dirty images. Leander exhaled loudly to find the courage to remain tough and ignore the sudden urge to run his tongue along Fawley’s abs. 

“I have to accompany you to Professor Hecat’s at once, I’m afraid!” with all the will he managed to collect, the redhead blurted out. “Put your clothes on!”

But Fawley didn’t even take a look at his clothes, getting closer to Leander instead and grinning predatorily. A couple more steps and his arm pressed the Gryffindor against the wall tightly, Prewett’s eyes widened in surprise, as Hector shamelessly brushed his naked body against Leander’s. The closeness and the warmth made him feel a light twitch in his pants. What in Merlin’s name was this guy doing?

“What in Merlin's name are you doing?” the Gryffindor felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and abdomen, as Hector’s dark eyes were hypnotizing him. “I– I’m a Prefect!”

“So I’ve heard,” the Ravenclaw murmured hotly right into Leander’s ear, pressing on his neck a bit harder and in one sharp movement covering Prewett’s plump lips with his.

Leander froze, processing. Hector Fawley was… kissing him?! What kind of initiation was that?! His mind was already about to blow, when he felt Hector’s other arm unbuttoning his robes, stroking his sides, and travelling down, close to the buckle of his trousers. Prewett opened his lips wider in surprise, Fawley’s tongue invading his mouth immediately. The Gryffindor tried with all his might to think of anything else, but his imagination would only paint brighter pictures of where Fawley’s hand should go next and how gently Hector was brushing his tongue against his own at the very moment. It wasn’t Leander’s first kiss at all – a couple of times he awkwardly tried it with Lenora Everleigh, who would mock him about the fact he hadn’t ever kissed, and then suck on his lips like a hungry dementor. They were even trying to do other things, and all along it’d just been really weird for him. But this time he felt different. Musky fumes were making his head spin and the Ravenclaw clearly knew what he was doing, so against his own will, Leander grew hard, moaning slightly into Hector’s mouth and making him chuckle.

“That’s it, Prewett, let me make it up to you,” he grinned as he parted, feeling the bulge in the redhead’s pants. “Wouldn’t it be better than bothering poor old Professor Hecat?”

Leander opened his clouded eyes and, breathing hard, felt the weirdly natural fire rising within. Licking his burning lips, he grabbed Fawley and, with the strength he had hardly expected from himself, turned him around, this time being the one pressing another into the wall. Hector’s thick brows frowned, but his eyes twinkled with the sudden change of the Prefect’s character. He opened his mouth, going to say something, but Prewett with unlikely power grabbed his chin tightly and pulled him in for another kiss, warmer, wilder, wetter.

Leander never knew he had it in him, he felt dizzy with sudden boldness and power over the handsome Ravenclaw, whimpering slightly back into his mouth. He ran his hands against the broad naked shoulders, along the bare skin, that would cover with goosebumps at his hungry touches, down to the narrow hips, thrusting a bit forward, trying to brush his erection against Fawley’s hot body, feeling him grow hard as well. Hector gasped for breath, his eyes wide as the Gryffindor rested his hands on his butt and squeezed slightly.

“Wow,” he breathed out into another’s ear, chuckling. “Never knew you were so horny for me, Prewett, could’ve said so!”

Leander parted, panting and looking at the smug expression of the Ravenclaw searchingly, and smiled victoriously, grabbing his exposed dick without warning, squeezing it and making Hector whimper again. Redhead found himself enjoying these sounds more and more. He breathed in deeply, feeling the courage bursting out of him as the fumes took over — he wasn’t afraid of looking stupid or ashamed — it felt right. He pulled Fawley closer by his organ and kissed him again, feeling how the seventh-year tried to thrust into his hand.

“I think you’re in no position to mock me, Fawley,” said Leander hotly to his ear, brushing the dark hair with the free hand and pulling on it a bit to hear another moan. “I think you would need to put in some good work if you want to have me cover for you.”

Hector threw his head back as Prewett pulled on his hair, eyeing his face, flushed with lust and licking his lips. The sudden change in Prefect’s character was turning him on more and more, he had almost forgotten why he started doing it in the first place. Of course, he knew, what might have given redhead a nudge – he had lit the sticks himself not more than ten minutes ago, hoping to spend some quality time with the hot emerging fantasies in his head – through some smugglers’ connections he had managed to get a bunch of mysterious Indian incense, used widely in their wizarding houses of pleasure. Maybe, those were the fumes hitting him as well, but every touch of Leander made his skin burn and blood rush through his head. He grabbed the red-edged robes and in one swift movement removed them from the shoulders, starting to unbutton the shirt on the Gryffindor’s chest, when Prewett caught his fingers and shook his head. Hector obeyed with surprise and anticipation, taking a few steps to the side, as Leander’s hand, resting on his abs, pushed him insistently toward the pool, still full of colourful foam and bubbles. He stopped at the very slippery edge, his heels looming over the bath, one Leander’s hand wrapped around his cock tightly, another, in contrast, pressing him forward.

“Do you expect me to jump?” Fawley cocked his eyebrow, feeling his heart beating loudly.

“I expect you to fall,” Leander answered and pushed the Ravenclaw with both hands, looking with a clouded gaze at the water splashing as Hector fell into it. 

His head and shoulders resurfaced the water some seconds later, he stroked his moist hair back, exposing his forehead, and thick eyebrows raised in utter surprise. Prewett watched him with the same wild, hungry, lustful eyes with widened pupils, slowly taking off his shirt. Fawley smirked, breathing deeply, eyeing the Prefect’s freckled chest and resting his gaze on the bulge in Leander’s trousers.

“Seems your clothes are a bit tight on you,” he said smugly. “Need some help?”

The redhead said nothing and unbuttoned his trousers quickly as well, taking them off in a hasty motion, remaining in his briefs, and got closer to the edge of the pool.

“You will be helping me in another way, Fawley,” he said hoarsely, the view of water streaming down Hector’s neck and shoulders turning him on even more. His briefs came down to the floor next to the crumpled white shirt, as Leander sat with his bare butt on the edge of the pool, which he just pushed the intruder off. He spread his legs wider shamelessly, feet in the water, showing off his cock twitching painfully as if inviting to be touched desperately. “Will you be a good Ravenclaw and guess yourself or shall I tell you what to do?”

Fawley's grin crept higher as he took a couple of steps closer, pushing the thick foam away. The incense was still burning, a pleasant musky scent tickling his nostrils as his hands rested on Leander's knees and his face right opposite his crotch. Hector was taking his time, clearly enjoying the impatient freckled face and dark eyes devouring him with lust. He slowly grabbed some foam and ran his fingers up Prewett’s right thigh, listening in to his quickening breathing and feeling the muscles tensing up at his touch. Getting closer to the groin, he teasingly brushed the inner thigh with his thumb and, burying his nails in the pale skin slightly, left red traces as he moved his fingers back to the knee. Leander clenched his teeth and whimpered.

“Have you done it before?” Fawley raised his eyes, still playing with Prefect’s thigh.

“N-not with guys,” even having been affected like this by the Indian fumes, the redhead sounded a bit nervous.

Hector nodded and stroked the left thigh with one long motion, resting his palm on Leander’s butt and squeezing it lightly.

“I will be gentle, Prewett,” he murmured as he brought his face even closer to the aroused dick, cupping his glutes with both hands this time.

Prefect’s heart was racing as he watched, holding his breath, as Fawley stuck out his tongue and slowly ran its tip along the hard shaft from the bottom up, knocking another moan out of him. Leander clung to the wet edges of the pool with his fingers, his knuckles white as he locked his gaze with Hector’s. The Ravenclaw was clearly playing with him, moving slowly and barely touching at times, tracing the net of veins on his dick with a deft tongue, leaving the organ wet and unattended as he started sucking on his balls, squeezing his butt harder. 

Prewett clenched his teeth, panting, his dick hurting with desire. He was afraid it would be over too soon but experienced Fawley (where the hell did he learn all that?) knew how to keep him on the edge and extend the pleasure. He would start sucking on the very tip of Prefect's throbbing essence with filthy wet sounds, making Leander arch his back and push his hips forward trustingly, closing his eyes; but then suddenly bite the inner side of his thigh, grinning at yet another soft whimper and licking over the red mark. Prewett winced and grasped Hector’s wet hair, pulling it slightly again.

“So impatient,” the Ravenclaw chuckled teasingly, burying his nails in the bare skin, covered with goosebumps. “You Gryffindors need to be taught some restraint.”

Leander couldn’t even formulate words, he just forced Fawley’s face closer to his crotch by the hair, his dick brushing against the high cheekbone. Hector felt as his own hardness was driving him crazy already, his own tension building up even without any direct contract. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around Prewett’s swollen organ, sensing as its tip pressed against the back of his throat and hearing an inappropriately loud moan.

“Mmmph” whimpered Leander, finally getting the demanded attention and thrusting slightly at the pace the Ravenclaw had set. 

Hector was accelerating fast, feeling that the Prefect wouldn’t hold much longer, helping himself with his tongue, his fingers at the back finding their way to the redhead’s hole. He was at his hardest himself, Prewett’s moans roaming wild in his mind. Before he knew it, Leander erupted with a hoarse groan right into the seventh-year throat, his body shaking vigorously, his fingers clutching hard on Fawley’s hair. With the release, the Gryffindor lowered on his back, his chest heaving as he was panting noisily. Without waiting for him to rise, Hector got up the slippery steps; water and foam streaming down his heated and tense body; brought one leg over Prewett’s pale torso, lowering onto his knees in the riding pose, and with a few swift jerks he came all over the freckled heaving chest with a deep moan.

The incense sputtered a thin wisp of darker smoke and went out. Fumes were still roaming around the bathroom, Fawley fell exhaustedly right next to the Prefect, breathing just as heavily, his face expressing utter satisfaction. Leander was eyeing the high ceiling decorated with the floral pattern and the lights flickering in the floating bubbles. The seventh-year suddenly got up and started pulling his clothes on. Prewett raised on his elbows.

“You are going?” he tried to conceal his disappointment but to no avail. 

Fawley pulled on his pants and was now doing the buttons on his shirt clinging instantly to his yet moist skin.

“It seemed like you wanted to enjoy the place all by yourself,” Hector grinned, drying his hair with a wand and watching as the sticky white mess that he had made on the Gryffindor's chest got more transparent. “I reckon you might really use this bath now, Mr Prefect. Unless you still want to go to Hecat’s, of course.”

Leander blushed hard and pressed his lips, sliding slowly to the water and shaking his head negatively. Now that the effect of the incense and his sudden outburst of wild lust was wearing off, he was starting to feel embarrassed. But even more than that he was thinking of doing that again.

“You can go,” Prewett answered, hiding his eyes and leaning his back against the tiling of the pool. 

The Ravenclaw watched him carefully and sighed, squatting down near the taps, decorated with some sort of mer-creatures, and running his fingers through the red hair reassuringly.

“That was fun, Leander. I won’t mind doing it again sometime, if you are up for it” he said playfully and rose, heading to the door, leaving the Prefect with the eyes hopefully fluttering as he reproached.

“He-Hector!” the redhead’s call caught up with him almost as he reached for the knob. “If you ever want to use the bathroom, let me know, I’ll… work something out.”

Fawley turned his head and cast a glance at the embarrassed sixth-year, smiling.

“I will be looking forward to us working something out together,” he said before slipping through the door. 

Prewett breathed in noisily and dove under the thick foam. Well, that wasn’t at all what he’d imagined his first time here would be like. The other Prefects were right. Once you try the Prefect’s bathroom, you’ll never want to get back to the regular one.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett #hector fawley #smut #hogwarts legacy smut #leander x hector #fanfic #prefect's bathroom

[illwynd]

omg. can't believe u finished LMD. (not as in i cant believe u were able to finish it. just like. it was such a cool and long fic and a big project and i can't believe it is over and complete.) what a fic! your writing is always so special. do u have a next fic ur planning or are u just resting a bit after such a massive undertaking.

aaaah thank you nonny! LMD definitely ate my brain for a while (although admitted a good chunk of the time it took to finish the last few chapters was the fault of a failed hard drive that took a bunch of work with it. multiple backups, folks. make multiple backups.) but i am so happy anyone was still around to read and enjoy the ending that i had been eager to finally share for so long XD

and lol funny you should ask... the last few days i've been seriously getting into the swing of the next one i'm working on, and since it is similarly sprawling and ambitious (it's the long-awaited Skrull Thor fic, essentially a rewrite of IW but better IMO, focusing on Thor and Loki) I'm trying to decide whether to break my rule about waiting till i've got most of it written before posting, since that may be a while and it's not like doing so prevented long delays last time anyway lol.

but for now i'm just having tons of fun plotting and scribbling and researching and figuring out all the many pieces. never before have i had to write with a huge whiteboard timeline of who was where when. 3d chess for writers or something.

#replies #anon #ty for the ask nonny! <3 #even the research rewatches have been fun so far #though admittedly i have not gotten into phase 3 yet

[fheythfully]

an idea is like a virus [SHB AU]

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain, it's almost impossible to eradicate.

She does not mean to sulk, of course, but--she thought they’d miss her more. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, realizing that the time she spent worried about their sudden collapses and departure of souls had not been met by equal concern on their end. [an Inception-inspired AU]

[My Inception inspired AU is here! First thing I’ve written in a year so I am a little rusty. Click the read more or read on AO3.]

She does not mean to sulk, of course, but--she thought they’d miss her more. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, realizing that the time she spent worried about their sudden collapses and departure of souls had not been met by equal concern on their end. When the Crystal Exarch led her to the audience chambers of this world’s Crystal Tower and let her know of this world’s perils, she had been ready to bear the burden. She had set out for the sands of Ahm Araeng in search of Alisaie only to be met by ungodly heat, more unbearable even than the deserts of Thanalan on summer’s midday, and a quick greeting by the girl before her figure disappeared into the wilds and an assurance that she had it under control. At first it had been pleasant, although surprising, to suddenly find herself with an excess of time on her hands before the next amaro transport would be by to take her away in search of Alphinaud. She wandered the stalls of Mord Souq, tasting the strange delicacies of the local tribe and taking in the sights of the crystallized emptiness to the south. She did not get a chance to bid farewell to Alisaie before her departure, though the girl’s friend, a kindly hyur woman, let her know she’d pass on the message.  Alisaie has been busy, she told herself as the rolling sea of browns and golds blurred below her in the ascent of the amaro bearing her away. It only makes sense that she would have duties she cannot be pulled away from, especially in a hard place like this.

Kholusia looks enough like Vylbrand that it makes her queasy to see the state it’s in, especially once she spots windmills in the distance looking so much like her parents’ farm. The relief she feels upon seeing Alphinaud is nearly physical in its intensity, her soft spot for the boy she’s watched grow into a confident young man leading her to embrace him in sisterly affection. His body tenses under her touch and he pats her on the back, a touch awkwardly, before drawing away and laying out his master plan on how to infiltrate Eulmore. He talks with his hands, eyes on the glittering city in the distance, and soon enough the realization dawns upon her: he’s grown without her presence even further into his own. There is an assertiveness in him that had not been there before and a near dismissiveness she’s sure he does not mean, but it burrows under her skin anyway, leaving her feeling out of place at his side in a way that she has not in years.

Encountering Thancred and his young charge, the quiet girl named Minfilia, is uncomfortable to say the least. She knows he’s been here the longest of all the Scions, five years spent on his own adjusting to a new world and new dangers and politics that seems even harder to navigate than Ishgard’s had been. But the man has seemed to grow colder in his age, more abrupt rather than cunning and frustrated with everything--Minfilia defying him to find her, especially, and everything to do with the girl in general. She tells him he is being too harsh one night after he spends a good half a bell berating his silent charge over a misstep in battle she’d done, and Thancred levels her with a look she had not expected to see since Lahabrea’s possession.

“Don’t presume to know what it’s like for us, when you’ve only arrived now that our battles are nearly done.”

She does not speak to him much after that, for what could she say to dispute the truth of his words? The First seems to indeed be on its way to recovery due to no small part of what the Scions have been working towards all this time in her absence. She fights their battles, assures their victories; it is a relationship similar to the one she’d had with the group at the time of Ifrit, Titan and Garuda: she is their sword, and they wield her thus.

Staring up at the ever blinding skies, she misses Tataru. She misses Aymeric who had a cup of tea and a chat ready for her even amidst his busy work rebuilding Ishgard. She misses Lyse and the spars they’d have, the blonde boldly stating she needed time off to stretch her limbs. She had forgotten what it felt like to be an accessory and not part of the team.

The whimsical, near frightening colours and inhabitants of Il Mheg are not enough to thaw her relations with Urianger, who remains as unreachable as ever. Under the towering ancient boughs of Rak’tika she watches Y’Shtola hesitate to bid farewell to the family even she has now found for herself, lingering with one last gaze over Slitherbough as they depart. The other woman is politely friendly but the chasm suddenly between them yawns wide, and she watches Y’Shtola get smaller and smaller on the other side. She watches all the Scions disappear into the horizon away from her and feels small herself, an outsider to this group of people who’d found themselves perilously lost in a world not their own and built themselves a new life to survive.

Beside her, the Ascian wearing the body of the late Garlean emperor  tsks  . “So much for friendship,  hero .” The two of them sit apart from the rest of their group, a fire burning low between them, and she tells herself the suspicious glances cast their way are for his sudden appearance at her side. “So what happens when you kill all the Wardens, then? Will you be set aside like a rusty blade?”

She ignores him and pokes a stick into the dying embers of the pit. Emet-Selch laughs at her silence, gaze so heavy on her she can feel it burning a brand into her skin.

.

.

They return to Ahm Araeng and she speaks to the last remnants of her Minfilia. The sullen, quiet girl bearing her name and visage does not reappear at her side when she emerges. Urianger, when she finds the rest of the Scions, shakes his head when she asks about Thancred.

The less that is said about Ahm Araeng and the Warden there, the better.

.

.

She listens silently when Y’Shtola and Urianger pull her aside and tell her what she already feels within: the light is consuming her alive. She has become the Warden of the First Reflection.

There is nothing to be done to save her. Nothing in the books of the Crystarium, in the abyss of Allagan research spanning the depths of the Tower, and even the Exarch shakes his head, lips downturned, when he is consulted.

At last, she is a dead woman walking.

She thinks that, all things considered, it has been a long time coming.

.

.

The Light within her blurs together all senses and experiences, even memories; she remembers walking for what she knows is the last time through the Crystarium, entirely alone as she makes ready to depart. Bereft of weapons and gear she has the sensation of having flown somewhere, or perhaps she walked, but somehow she has found herself underwater in a city the likes of which she has never seen before. Or maybe it’s not entirely true; she thinks she’s dreamt of it before, or perhaps is dreaming now, walking streets as silent as a graveyard as she seeks out Emet-Selch and his offer of a dignified death.

Is she still breathing? Is she still living? She is not worthy of it. She feels the Light within her churning and hungry, straining against the threads of her soul and mortal shell holding it back. It’s only a matter of time before they snap and in a moment of sudden clarity she is overwhelmingly glad that the Scions are not present to see their vaunted Warrior of Light turn into a monster.

Blearily, she spots a figure before her. Unlike the others it does not move out of her way, but instead stands tall and stubborn in her path until she has no choice but to force her limbs around it. She hears a sigh, and then harsh fingers grip at her shoulder.

It is so unexpected and sudden that it grounds her. The corona of light that has been dimming her vision flares and she blinks, having no choice but to face the figure insisting on her attention. 

“Really?” It speaks, a woman’s voice, drawling and mocking and in Common and not the strange language she’s been unable to make out from the other inhabitants. “This is how you’re going to die? Walking to certain death like a martyr, happy to let a villain take your life into his hands? You disappoint me, hero.”

She’s lost for words, no small part due to being directly addressed in such a manner in what feels like a very, very long time--since she had come to the First, perhaps. It clears the fog up in her brain somewhat, some flickering semblance of self sluggishly batting away at the Light cocooning her thoughts.

The tongue in her mouth feels heavy, marble-like. “I have no other choice.”

The figure’s hand, still gripping her skin as if she is not burning its flesh on contact, tightens. “No choice? Don’t make yourself even more pathetic than you already are.”

On habit alone she tilts her chin and purses her lips. Stubborn to the end, apparently. “So what, you have some better ideas on how to not die and consume all of the First? I’m all ears.”

The mouth under the hood smiles in a way she knows it does not mean it. “You really think he won’t destroy this Shard after your timely death? Is this all it took for you to lose your brain?” A laugh, somehow familiar, and she bristles further. The city around her sharpens in its clarity and her chest expands in a deep, angry breath ready to let the stranger have it--and then another hand comes down upon the stranger’s, prying it away.

Emet-Selch stands before them, grasping the stranger’s arm. “That’s enough out of you,” he directs at her hooded companion. There is a certain flatness to his tone, a bite in his words she has not heard even directed at her. In response the figure shakes her arm free and moves to entwine her fingers with his, smiling mockingly, until the man slaps her fingers away in disgust. “Leave us be. You have no place here.”

The woman lets out a dismissive laugh. “I have no place to be here? Steps away from where you murdered me, and where you are about to do so again? Your humour has me turning in my grave, Hades.”

She’s submerged in the heavy silence that descends. Enough time for a single breath, and then the woman turns towards her again. Pale hands reach up to draw back her hood--and something within her screams that the action is wrong, she should not be witness to any of this--and then to remove the delicate white mask that sits perched across her nose and cheeks. She throws it aside on the ground and stomps it for good measure, until motes of aether rise up as the mask simply dissolves on the paved street.

“Astra,” Emet-Selch says, barely constrained fury shaking his voice. “Get out.”

The woman’s lips turn into a pretty pout. “You can make me leave any time you want, Hades. You’re just not wanting it hard enough.” To her she sends a conspiratorial smile, as if they are old friends sharing a secret. “That’s always been the case with dear Hades, you know. Forever wanting things but never knowing how to go about getting them the right way.”

A streetlight down the road goes out. She suddenly realizes she does not even know the name of this place, hidden deep on the ocean floor. She wets her lips. The sense of wrongness inside of her grows. “Who are you?”

Astra raises an eyebrow at her, eyes wide. “We look so much alike, and still that is the question you ask? You just keep finding new ways to disappoint me.” To Emet-Selch, she shakes her head. “You broke her so thoroughly, dear. I’m very hurt.”

Somehow, she is still breathing. Still living. The Light within her writhes, but she wants to know more: the city standing tall and desolate around her, this man named Emet-Selch-and-also-Hades, and the woman Astra before her, with such pale hair and eyes yet still undoubtedly  her . 

“Why do you look like me?” The hints of a demand enter her tone. “What is this place?”

“You finally start asking the right questions!” The lights around them all begin flickering, but Astra’s excitement is palpable as she claps her hands together and grins at her, all teeth. “I’ll help you out with another one: how did you get here?” At her confused silence, her grin stretches until she can see the canines peeking out, like a mummer’s mask at a horror show. “Try to remember, now. How did you get here, to the bottom of the ocean, to this gloriously dead city of Amaurot?”

She opens her mouth to answer, to say she flew to the coast of--somewhere, or took a boat, or-- “I don’t know,” she says instead. “I don’t--I don’t remember.” She frowns. “How can I not remember? Is it the Light?”

A cold hand settles on her cheek, curiously soft and at odds with everything the woman has been so far. Pale eyes swim with pity as they stare into hers. “Sweetling, the only Light within you is the blessing you’ve been carrying all this time.”

With a furious sound the ground beneath them cracks. A cacophony of noise follows as around them the buildings begin to cave into themselves; trees erupt with their roots torn wild from their carefully curated placements and somewhere beyond her sight, she hears the unmistakable sound of rushing water flooding the bubble of air surrounding the city.

She’d nearly forgotten Emet-Selch’s presence. With a hiss he tears the woman away from her, clutching her wrist in his hand with strength that will leave her with far more than bruises. “You damned woman,” he seethes and his form begins to shift, as if he’s been hiding a monster of his own beneath his human shell this entire time. “If only you would stay out of my way--”

Her wrist must be broken, but Astra only laughs. The city around them continues its rapid collapse. “As if it’s my fault you can't bring yourself to kill me,” she says, and with barely a flicker of her other hand, drives a knife of aether straight into his heart. “Fascinating, considering you had no such qualms the first time.”

Ella watches the life leave the Ascian’s eyes, and has a moment to wander if it had been the way Lahabrea had fallen, too; did you not need to sunder the soul, to ensure an Ascian did not merely jump into another inhabitable body? But no--Emet-Selch sags to the ground and Astra uses a toe to poke his body with a sigh.

She turns her eyes towards Ella, the knife of concentrated aether still sparking with magic in the palm of one hand. “He remembered me very horribly, I’ll have you know. I didn’t have one unkind bone in my body. Not to mention this manner of speech. How self-obsessed can one man get, to make his once-lover sound so much like him?” She tuts and shakes her head. “Guilt does such funny things to memories we hold dear.”

She approaches closer. The strange city of Amaurot around them has fallen, a tremendous wave of water coalescing behind the woman’s form.

It will be upon them in seconds.

“It’s time to wake up,” Astra says. She’s close enough that the Warrior can count the very faint freckles upon her nose, as if this strange duplicate of hers had even that tiny detail down. “You’ll be very confused, and very alone, and the void between worlds will be a frightening place indeed. But rest assured that your friends are waiting for you on the other side, and that this has been nothing more than a very real, and very bad nightmare.”

The touch of aether is hot and electric against her neck. Astra’s smile is trembling. “Make sure you kill him for good for me, will you?”

There is no chance to reply. The knife cuts her open.

#i need to stop taking such long breaks between writing because i feel tired and rusty af #maybe i should go find a prompt challenge #but i am happy to have finally written something aaaah #my writing #ffxiv #ffxiv shb #final fantasy xiv #emet-selch

[shinichiro-scigarette]

Happy Birthday, Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N and Keisuke eats lunch at the school rooftop and invites you to his house after classes so you guys could hang out and eat peyoung together.

Story contains: Slow Paced Story, Wholesomely lovey-dovey bonding, kissing, hickeys, mentions of sex, and fingering. This will be female Y/N and in third person POV (for most of the time, I'll put careful indications).

Author's Note: it's my first time writing like this so please bear with me >\\\<, what inspired me to write was the image uploaded here, I wondered how would Baji be if He had a girlfriend, after all the wild smut I've read, I thought if writing some adorably wholesome bonding moments with my favorite guy, Keisuke while having intimate moments with him, I'll only be writing mild (maybe? Idk) sex scenes since the whole focus should be wholesome moments with Baji.

PART 2 COMING SOON IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS

Chapter 1

I missed you

It's been so long since you and Keisuke or Kei (which you prefer calling him with) had hung out with each other since he was busy with other things in his life, you always understood him since toman is so precious to him, it's been actually just 2 weeks but you guys used to go out at least 3-5 times a week, it just made you lonely although you guys eat lunch together at the rooftop, just the two of you.

While you were busy thinking of Kei and the upcoming exams next week, you didn't notice that it was already 5 mins after the bell rang for lunch time, Keisuke has been waiting outside the door for you in his usual neat school get up.

You get startled as you feel a light pat on your head, you slowly turn your head and you are greeted with a smiling nerd

Baji: "y/n, is someone bothering you? Want me to beat them up" he says in a sarcastic manner with a grin on his face then chuckles as he clenches his fits

Y/N: You look at him as you pause for a sec and burst in to laughter "Now, didn't we already talk about that?" You wipe your laughter tears away "Can go to the usual spot now?, I bet you're starving, cuz heck yeah I am!" All of a sudden, you were a radiating light to Baji, you jumped out of you seat and you kiss his cheek, He smiles softly and pats your head.

Baji: "you're really f*cking adorable when you do that, y/n, that's my girl" he slides his free hand to your's as your hands intertwined, he was carrying something on his other hand, it was mostlikely food. "I love you. Now let's get outta here!"

You grabbed your lunch box tightly because you already know what's going to happen, while he was holding your hand, you guys sprinted out of the classroom like kindergartens on a playdate as you guys laughed, you always both get the student president on his nerves as you guys ran to the hallways, but at this point, he grew tired of telling you guys what to do, but he'd always grins his teeth in anger as he sees you guys

You finally reached the rooftop, you guys were mildly sweating, but you guys didn't seem to mind.

you pull out a towel from your pocket.

Y/N: "Kei, look over here" you say as you were both catch your breaths, he slowly turns to you "always so naughty, you get us into trouble!!" You say with a strict voice as you grabs his chin, you start wiping the sweat from his forehead while he looks at you with a pout. "But I love getting into trouble with you" you kiss his forehead, even though he was sweaty, he still smells nice.

Baji: while his eyes closed, his pout transitions to a chuckle, he then straitens his back "y/n" he takes off his glasses and puts it in a case inside the bag he was carrying as he unties his hair and loosen his necktie, your heart would race everytime you see him like this, it was always like when you guys make out at his house.

your thighs would tighten, you were turned on by the way he looked right now.he looks at you and notices your reaction, he'd always tease you like that because he damn knew you liked, no, you LOVED that whenever he does that, your face, your eyes, your lips says it all, it reminds you of the times he fucks you.

Baji: "oh-, silly girl, we're not doing that here" he chuckles as he corners you to the wall "you're so caring and loving, it turns me on" he says in a seductive voice, your back bumps softly on the wall as it meets you, he places his left hand on the wall and his other to your chin "I missed it, I missed you, y/n" you look at him in silence, as you notice the empty sadness behind his facade

You lean forward holding his face with both of your hands as you kiss his lips softly, he reciprocates as both of your eyes closed and passionately kissed eachother.

After that, you guys smiled and ate your lunch, he pulled out the thing inside the hand bag he was carrying, you were curious from since earlier since he doesn't usually carry anything except his lunch, he looks away for a second while blushing.

Baji: "Uh... I don't usually do these kind of stuff but uhm.." he shyly rubs his head still looking away, his face was turning red.

Y/N: you would chuckle as you find his behavior quite adorable, he rarely acts like that, I could only remember him acting like that was when he was confessing/courting me, our first kiss, and our first time having sex. "You look fucking adorable when you're like that" you tease him as you boops his nose.

Baji: "shut it!!!!" He grits his teeth and regains his composure "I made you something." he passes you a small container as he turns aways completely leaning his head against the wall.

Y/N: "Ke-Keisuke!"

you blush and investigated it, it was a black rectangular tub made out of plastic, it was meant to store food, you were a bit curious of whatever it was so you'd open it

Baji: "so what do you think?" He still wasn't facing you but he'd peak so he could see your reaction, he was acting cool and tough.

Y/N: "AAAAH!! KEIII! Are you serious?!" Baji would look at you, he got startled by your reaction, [shit, was it that bad?!] He'd look at you with a concerned look with his fangs showing.

your eyes would glisten as you were met by your favorite food, you would giggle though, since it was obviously homemade, you'd assume that your boyfriend made it for you since the icing and the written words were all wonky but you found it adorable anyways.

You would take a quick taste with the spoon that was placed on top of the lid.

You were amazed by how delicious he made it since it was the first time that he gave you food that he made, expect for peyoung, of course. you weren't really expecting anything like this.

You were indulging it as he watches you eat it , the white cream from the cake each time you lick it would turn him on, he was getting hard already, of course, knowing your boyfriend, you'd know how he would feel about this or how he'd react, but he respected you to do any sudden movements while you were doing something, except for exceptional times.

Y/N: you'd look at him, you'd see him wanting you on him right now, you'd take another bite but you wouldn't swallow it just yet— not until- "mhhh hmmm" you'd stand up, you'd go to his front, and he raise his brows.

You went crawling to his legs and sat on it.

Baji: "agh, my girl's doing hot girl shit. You do know how to turn a man like me on" he grins in a naughty manner while you guys make eye contact and not breaking it, you'd slowly sat on his lap while you loosely place your hands on his shoulder as you made naughty faces.

You'd feel his hard bulging cock clothed , on your cunt that is covered by your underwear. You'd lean in for a kiss, he'd reciprocate. You both were comfortable of doing stuff like that.

You both shared the cake that was on your mouth, as disgusting as it sounds, keisuke was in to that shit. He'd grab your waste and the other on your boob, you'd make moaning quiet noises as he chuckles while both of you were passionately kissing with cake, you felt so aroused that you didn't notice that your cunt was fucking wet already, it would leave a mark on his pants, it would look like he pissed on himself, yet, he didn't care, he'd just take of his coat and wrap it around his waist.

Your alarm would ring (10 mins before the bell)

You two break from kissing, you guys were fucking messy, with hints of the carrot cake on the side of your mouths but he loved the look on your face right now. He snickers and grabs your neck pulling you towards him.

Baji: "Mine" he'd whisper to your ear, it would leave goosebumps all over you, you loved hearing those possessive words, he would never cheat on you but you love getting verbal and physical reassurance.

He'd slightly loosens a button on your uniform and opens it slightly, he would dig in to your breast and sucks it slightly hard as he leaves a mark in between your breasts, arching your back towards him as your chest collides to his face even harder, you'd make cute noises.

Baji grabbed both of your breast and slowly slides to button your uniform again and tidies it leaving a soft kiss as he murmurs "mine" repeatedly

Y/N: "keisuke." You'd leave a small moan as you look at him hugging you with his eyes closed

Baji: "Happy Birthday, Y/N, I want you to come with me later, I missed you so much." You'd level with him as he looks at you, he gives you a forehead kiss "meet me later okay? Outside, after classes."

You'd find this entertaining and attractive, you'd just want more of him, but what holds you guys back was you were within school premises, and you didn't like the idea of fucking anywhere near the school.

Y/N: you'd only blush, giving him a nod "I love you, Kei."

Baji: He caresses you "I love you more, Y/N, we only have 5 mins left, don't want them losing their shit after they catch us like this" he chuckles.

You both tidied yourself up and went back while holding hands.

You guys wave good bye as you went back to your own classrooms.

#baji smut #keisuke baji #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #fem reader #roleplay #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers fanfic #baji keisuke

[inkykeiji]

dabi loves how needy you are—lives for it, truly. seeing your tiny hands grasp for him, your lower lip jutted out in the cutest pout, your little foot stomping is his favorite thing in this cursed world, and there are times he’ll tease you just so he can see how far you’ll go for an ounce of affection. “‘s matter, doll? can’t go two seconds without being glued to my side? you need me that badly?” with a lazy smirk on his face, his scarred hand reaching out for you and pulling you onto his lap, resting his chin right on your shoulder and listening to you babble on about your day

dabi will never admit he’s just as needy for you, but his actions tell you everything you need to know. from the second that you two wake up together, his hands are on your body and it’s a damn near impossible task to get him to finally crawl out of bed. “you have things to do, dabi” “i can do you instead” “ok, yes, but after you do the other things” and if he does finally get out of bed, he’s picking you right up and letting you cling onto him as he brews up the first pot of coffee for the day. the second he returns home from some lov stuff, he’s wrapping his body around yours and burying his face in your hair, finding a sense of stability in your scent that he’s been searching his entire life for

neither of you are sure how you’ve managed to stumble into each other’s lives. call it fate, call it destiny, maybe even soulmates. dabi doesn’t really care, though. as long as he gets to keep seeing you look up at him with puppydog eyes, little hands grasping for him, your voice whining out “daaabi, i missed you” after a day of dealing with some shitty people, he’s a happy man. feeling needed—wanted, even—isn’t something he’s used to, and yet you manage to make him feel like the most important person in the goddamn world. you’ve managed to work your hands past all of the barriers he’s put up and touch his scarred heart so gently, he has no other choice than to allow you to hold it

all because you did the one thing no one else has ever done before: you wanted him—not his quirk, not his knowledge, not his connections. just him. you don’t even know the guy’s first name and yet you love him so wholly and unabashedly, he’d cry out of sheer joy if he could. he might even tell you his first name. hell, he might tell you his family name. he might just crack himself open and allow you see every single scar, every single trauma, every single fear, every single little thing that makes him who he is. but for now, he’ll settle for listening to your breath even out as you fall asleep in his arms. it’s his favorite sound, after all

cynic i am still reeling from this. i don’t think i’ll ever ever ever get over this, i love it more than words could ever tell you. i’ve read it over ten times since you sent it and it still makes me tear up when i read it hahaha aaaaaah Crybaby Clari™ but no cyn you truly captured Dari™ so accurately it’s SCARY n i love it so very much 🥺🥺

tw: clari getting extremely sappy and just endless squealing under the cut <3

cynic honestly, this is so so so precious and special to me and i will cherish it forever. let me be sappy for a moment; the fact that you knew i was having an awful time lately and took the time out of your day to send me such a compassionate and thoughtful message means more to me than words could ever adequately tell you. seriously. i appreciate it so much, from the very bottom of my heart, you are such a lovely and wonderful person and i am very lucky to have you in my life <3 please know that i do not take that for granted, ever.

i love every single thing about this i don’t even know where to START hahaha <3 first of all, the little hands n little feet????? YES. so fuckin cute i’m literally SQUEALING hehehe and i love that you included the foot stomping LMAO ugh literally need his attention on me aaaaaaall the time

the “you have things to do, dabi” “i can do you instead” HAD ME SCREAMING HAHAHA I LOVE IT it’s so him too!!!!! just like so so so on brand!! and u know i am entirely head over heels in love with the idea of dabi being extremely secretly needy <333 one of my favourite concepts ever. and ‘finding a sense of stability in your scent that he’s been searching his entire life for’????? i am literally so fucking in love with this line oh my god it’s so beautiful <3

OKAY HAHAHA THIS PARAGRAPH THIS PARAGRAPH I CAN’T EVEN COMMENT ON RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT LITERALLY MAKES ME BAWL IN THE BEST WAY ahahaha i can’t even form a coherent thought other than it is so sweet, so LOVING and precious and beautiful and aaaah i love it so much cyn it’s SO well written <33

what an amazing way to end such an incredible little piece!!!! this???:

he might just crack himself open and allow you see every single scar, every single trauma, every single fear, every single little thing that makes him who he is. but for now, he’ll settle for listening to your breath even out as you fall asleep in his arms. it’s his favorite sound, after all

YEAH THAT. CYNIC I AM STILL AT A LOSS FOR WORDS PLEASE THIS WHOLE THING IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING BUT WHAT A WAY TO END IT SERIOUSLY ugh god i’m sorry my feedback’s all over the place i am literally typing this through sobs (pathetic ik) and i am still at a loss for words. honestly cynic it’s so so so special and just an absolutely gorgeous little piece and i will treasure it forever <333 thank you so much, i love you <3

#this is my favourite thing in the whole world #i love it more than anything thank you so much #i just #aaaaah i'm getting emotional AGAIN #i cant even tell you how much this means to me #seriously i love you so much #i hope one day soon i can read this without crying!! #tw vent #so sorry to be doing this here cyn #i think it's because i wish so badly to not be here right now #in this reality or in this universe #and it's getting harder and harder to deal with that? i guess? #anyway i love this and you more than words can express #thank you thank you thank you a billion times thank you #please have a fantastic weekend my precious friend <3 i hope you are safe and healthy!!!! #✨clari's mutuals✨ #sexy cow touya-nii's designated milkmaids #simultaneously crying in the club wif cynic #this tag LMAO #clari gets mail #cxnicalsweetheart #I PUBLISHED THIS BY ACCIDENT LMAO WAIT LET ME FINISH ANSWERING

[emilycollins00]

Hello dear author and greetings as well, I hope you’re doing fine in the midst of pandemic and all that; may this virtual hug reach you 🥺🥺♥️♥️♥️ Do you think we can go for Omi, Tsumugi,Sakyo and Juza being caught by reader cheating on them and what will happen after the incident?? It’s an imagine I’ve always been curious and I have to admit how interesting it is knowing these guys are loyal and having a new side would be refreshing.

Virtual hug received and sending you some more! 💕

This prompt was such a journey I’m nervous. Hopefully I made justice to your request!

Caught cheating! Omi, Tsumugi, Juza and Sakyo x reader headcanons 

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Omi

It happened in the photography club. The door had been loosely closed, so there was a space from where you saw the inside.

Standing in the middle of the hall, you put a hand on your chest to try to steady your breathing. The panic rose in your chest, threatening tears appearing in the corners of your eyes.

Your boyfriend backhugging someone, leaving light kisses on them as he whispered who knew what.

You couldn’t breathe.

Why would Omi do something like this? The gentle, lovable and kind autumn member of Mankai who loved making muffins of your favorite flavour every time you went there?

You stifled a sob, not understanding why your legs weren’t moving.

At some point, the voices from inside got quiet and soon, Omi was moving toward you, eyes wide open and arms reaching out to you, calling you. 

He had always been a comforting place and yet now, his mere proximity brought nothing but anxiety and anger.

You stepped back to get away from his grip.

“Y/N, I’m-”

“How… how could you”

Omi would have preferred if you had punched him in the face before seeing that deep pain that you wore in front of him.

Finally, your body responded, and you left the place, not being able to look back “...Never talk to me again”

Omi opened his mouth and closed it again, staring at the floor as your steps faced.

While guilty, he would do as you had asked him to.

You both never exchanged a word anymore, the memories of you two together becoming something bitter you tried to forget.

It would take a long time before you could trust someone again.

Tsumugi

It had been a coincidence to finish work earlier and decided to do some window shopping around Veludo district.

It also had been a coincidence to somehow find your boyfriend in that coffee shop, talking with someone. A friend perhaps?

Ah, but friends didn’t kiss or caressed each other's hands.

Feeling someone staring at him, Tsumugi looked around curiously, his soul leaving his body when you both locked eyes.

His chair fell to the ground as he got up.

“Y/N-”

You were already on your way out. Whatever he was going to say, to somehow excuse his behavior, didn’t get to leave his mouth as you shoved him, making him stumble when he grabbed you outside.

People stopped to look at you. You didn’t care.

“Do you think I’m really stupid enough to listen to you after seeing that, Tsumugi? Answer me, because I’m THIS close to making a scene, do you?”

He pressed his lips, looking away.

Your heart felt like it had been stepped on. Just looking at the winter member hurt like hell.

You couldn’t believe just a few days ago you had decided to look for a small weekend trip. A present for your anniversary. 

“Guess you really are a pretty good actor, after all.”

You walked away, nothing left to say; no words, no apologize would ever explain or fix the situation.

You paid no attention to the tears running down your face

From then on, your connection with Mankai theatre, or any other, became non-existent.

You would never see theatre the same way without reminding you of the blue-haired actor.

And you hated him for that.

Juza

Perhaps you were being delusional, but for some time, you had felt as if Juza had become distant towards you.

You chose to ignore it. To believe that he was just tired. That everything would go back to normal after his play.

“Are you fucking kidding me”

After the initial shock, you didn’t waste another second, slamming the door and leaving the autumn member and whoever he might have been kissing and laughing with inside the classroom.

You heard heavy running steps from behind.

Was he really going to talk to you? Had he lost his mind?

“Y/N, I gotta-“

You released yourself spitefully from his grip, slapping him. Hard.

You wanted to puke, overwhelmed with the situation.

For Juza, your quiet and sweet boyfriend, to be... “Was I meant to know this is why you started to ignore me? Did you enjoy it seeing me anxious?”

He frowned, looking down and pressing his lips together.

Your voice trembled and you felt your eyes watery.

Forget about being proud of him for coming so far with his struggles, for him becoming more sociable and happy with his own self.

You felt used.

You turned, tensing your jaw, to not allow tears to fall in front of him.

"You were the last person I thought could do something like this”

Juza didn’t try to defend himself anymore.

Time passed, and although you sometimes nodded at Taichi or Tenma when you passed by at school, you never talked with them again.

Or anyone from the Mankai theatre.

Juza’s face and anything related to him was something you would rather remove from your mind.

To have been cheated on by someone you had cared so much... it would take long before you believed in someone else’s actions again.

Sakyo

You thought these things only happened in soap operas.

Sakyo was known for being collected when it came to dealing with difficult situations, but just then, there was nothing but fear written over his face.

Whatever he was about to say died on his way out when you raised your hand to stop him from talking, the person he hiding behind him.

“Don’t bother to dress up, I know my fucking way around this place too.”

Not wasting time to hear excuses, you took the same taxi that had brought you to your boyfriend's apartment.

You opened the door of your house, phone buzzing nonstop.

You left it in your bed to prepare a cup of tea. You stared at the wall, in trance.

Was this supposed to be where you broke down? Where you called him back and shout who knew what? 

You stayed still, your hands gripping with force the cup.

After a while, you came back to your room, unlocking the phone.

24 lost calls. 

“Fuck you” you couldn’t help but whisper, a lump forming in your throat.

The phone kept buzzing. You saw messages. Many of them. Reading from the top and scrolling down, you kept finding the same words over and over.

‘Y/N’

‘We need to talk’

You got up, deciding to take a bath. Your eyes burned and your head hurt, but crying for a man like him was the last thing you would be doing that night.

Even though you knew at some point you would.

Meanwhile, Sakyo stared at his phone in the darkness of his room “...shit”

Read: 03:09 AM

You would never respond to anything related to him again.

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Aaaah I don’t know what’s going on anymore, my babies. Don’t worry they love you?? this was just a street act??

Have a wonderful day! 💕

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[orderbourne]

Tag ten followers you want to get to know better

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess​

Tagging: Everyone who I can think of has already been tagged aaaah.

name: Scoob

star sign: Aries

height: 4′11″

middle name ?: Scott

put your itunes / spotify on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?

1. Fist by Fist (Sacralize or Strike) - Powerwolf

2. The Last in Line- Dio

3. Centerfold- The J. Geils Band

4. December, 1963 (Oh What a Night), - The Four Seasons

5. Cat Food- King Crimson

6. Your Horoscope For Today- "Weird Al” Yankovic

Grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17?: I am illiterate and have no book near me.

ever had a poem or a song written about you? : Back in highschool, a person wrote a poem about me because I didn’t feel the same way about her...it was interesting.

when was the last time you played air guitar?: The last time I watched Bill and Ted, so...a month or so ago?

who is your celebrity crush?: I can’t really say that I have one? If it’s a case of “I’ll watch whatever they’re involved in”, it’s probably Neil Breen, funny enough. I really admire his confidence, in spite of the quality of his movies.

what’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: It’s oddly specific, but I hate the tune of Jingle Bells. When I worked at Walmart, there was an inflatable that played it on loop and it has left me scarred. As for Sounds I love? The ‘dinging’ of my cat’s bell when she’s close by just makes me happy!

do you believe in ghosts?: I don’t really see any reason why I shouldn’t. I think the world we live in is too strange for things like ghosts to not exist. Maybe not as common as some would have you believe, but I totally think they exist to some capacity.

how about aliens?: I feel the same way that I do about ghosts. I’m sure there’s something out there. Probably just not little green men or anything of the like!

do you drive?: I do!

if so, have you ever crashed?: I have been T-Boned twice by the same person and in the same place.

what was the last book you read?: If we’re counting visual novels, the last one I read was Virtue’s Last Reward. I didn’t like it as much as 999, but it was still fun.

do you like the smell of gasoline?: I don’t hate it, I suppose? I certainly don’t think it smells good.

what was the last movie you saw?: Pretty sure the last movie I watched was Silence of the Lambs with the boys. As for movies that I had never seen before...Spider-Man, I think?

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: When I was three, I tripped down a flight of stairs and broke my chin. I don’t remember it too well, but my parents certainly bring it up a lot.

do you have any obsessions right now?: I’ve been playing a whole lot of KOF15 as of late. I’m really indecisive, so a lot of it has been me sitting in training mode and trying to decide the team I want to use going forward. Unfortunately, it seems like my PS4 controller has finally croaked, so I need to either buy a new one or finally invest in a Hitbox. Other than that, I’ve gotten back into Magic and I’m slowly finishing up on my rat commander deck!

#;dash games #thanks for tagging me #even if it tok me eight years

[gumnut-logic]

Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

I absolutely adore this moment where John pulls up the EMP and zaps the Zero XL (Eos will probably never let him forget it - hence why he wasn’t immediately in the cockpit in the scene afterwards - he was checking on Eos). ::wonders if it might be lying around somewhere as a gif that could be gazed at extensively :D ::

But this moment, Virgil and John together like we’ve never seen before (though I have to say that John obviously knows Two well...what don’t we get to see????) Both professional, smart and powerful. It is just great to see them together.

Also headcanon - the EMP was installed after the episode ‘Chaos’ where it was obviously a gap in their toolkit. Brains would have been very annoyed and patched that gap asap.

Aaaah, what am I doing? I’ve written this all in a fic. Have a excerpt of Thunderbird XL (it’s unfinished, but still has a few interesting bits in it).

-o-o-o-

Two was so familiar it hurt.

One was his daydream, but Two was his reassurance.

Virgil didn’t say anything as he helped him through the corridors. A mop of black hair was his only sight as he looked down at the big man under his arm.

The shoulders supporting him were far broader than he remembered. It slowly began to sink in exactly how much he didn’t know. The uniform was familiar. The green baldric and kit. The tools were new and Jeff frowned at them as if to accuse them of betraying his faith in his knowledge. Why Virgil felt he had to carry a screwdriver around with him everywhere, he had no doubt his son could tell him if he asked.

But he didn’t.

They arrived at the room he expected and it was with some relief that it was what he expected.

It wasn’t until Virgil velcroed him to the bed that he saw the dent in the ceiling. “How did that happen?” It was out before he could think twice.

Virgil looked up from the tray of supplies that were not designed for an antigravity environment and frowned at the bulkhead above them.

“Oh, the exo-suit.”

“What was the exo-suit doing in here?”

Virgil pulled out a palm scanner and began a methodical examination. “Got myself trapped in it. Tried to get myself out. Didn’t go well.”

Jeff stared at the side of his son’s head, but didn’t ask the obvious question as Virgil stared at the hologram of a very battered old body above the bed.

Virgil’s hitched breath was the only sound in the room.

“I-I need to give you some supplements. A painkiller would probably be a good idea.”

“No, son. I can last a little longer. Need a clear head.”

Brown eyes caught his for just a moment before looking away. “There isn’t much else I can do until we get you to a hospital.” Virgil turned away, once again fiddling with equipment, unwrapping a hypodermic needle and fussing with a small bottle of liquid. “This is a basic dose of necessary vitamins and minerals.”

Virgil’s eyes were on anything but his father and the hologram above him.

Jeff reached over to one of the many patches on his suit and unwrapped the seal on his arm. “You’ll need to secure it again.”

His son blinked but said nothing, administering the dose to his father and rebinding his suit with tape. “We need to get you a new uniform.”

“It is enough for the moment, Virgil. We need to get back up top and get out of here.”

He saw the hesitation flicker across that longed-for face. “You’re lying down on one of the medbeds in the cockpit. You’re going to let the medscan finish so when we reach home, we have enough data to know what we have to do.”

Jeff eyed him. The changes were subtle. The confidence level was much stronger, more assured, despite the situation.

“Virgil, we need you up here.”

John’s voice would forever be music to his ears.

“FAB.” A swallow, and Jeff could see his son visibly gather himself. “C’mon, Dad. We have a rescue to complete.”

Detaching him from the bed, Virgil again wrapped his arm around his father and helped him through the great green ship.

Both Gordon and John were in the cockpit. The medbed had already been deployed and was ready waiting.

It very quickly became clear that he had no say in whether he was going to lie on it or not.

Virgil’s directions stood for no argument and to be honest, Jeff didn’t really want to put up a fight, but there was so much to see! After so long alone with only rock and the same broken ship to stare at, everything was so rich in colour.

And his sons. His beloved sons.

He watched their every move, part of him still unable to believe that they were really there.

Virgil fussed, obviously fighting his own demons. Gordon chattered incessantly, but Jeff was so happy to hear and see him, he had no protest.

And John, his saviour…Jeff had never been one for the musical arts, that was always Lucy’s department, but to hear his boy’s voice free of static and interruption…

Reality threatened to fracture.

So, he obeyed his worrying sons and lay down on the medbed. Gravity, wasn’t a factor at the moment, but when they reached Earth it was going to be a definite problem.

Reached Earth?

He swallowed a lump in his throat as Virgil was finally urged to the pilot’s seat and the great ‘bird around them came to life.

He had to see this, so he sat up on the bed and watched.

John contacted the Zero XL. The name of the ship that had brought his boys here felt wrong, as if he had been aboard the Titanic and was now being saved by the Titanic II, but the moment the ship answered…

Brains.

The joy in the man’s stuttering voice had Jeff’s heart stuttering along with it. Not only had his boys come all this way, but Brains as well?

The Brains he knew wasn’t a physically active man. His specialities were academic. He had never been comfortable in space or even aboard the Thunderbirds he had designed, yet here he was, out here where literally only one man had gone before.

Jeff’s heart swelled almost to breaking.

John cut off the connection and that voice was gone. Only to be replaced by those of his sons as they coordinated the return trip.

Scott was clearly in command, but Virgil had his own responses and John was sharp and sure. Gordon sat back quietly, his stream of excited words apparently spent, but his posture was active, as if he was ready to move at a moment’s notice. He turned, looked at Jeff and smiled, his eyes glittering in the overhead lighting.

It became apparent very quickly that his boys’ skillsets had advanced considerably while he was gone.

Which really? Was to be expected, but time and memory were two different things.

The red of Thunderbird Three coasted effortlessly between spinning and colliding rocks, One and Two following best they could.

“Who taught Alan to fly like that?”

Gordon snorted. “He’s pretty much a natural.”

“Dad, you need to lie down flat and let the medscan finish.” Virgil threw it over his shoulder and Jeff got the impression that if the man didn’t have to fly his ‘bird, he would still be fussing.

“You sound like your Grandma.”

His mom.

Mom.

Virgil’s tone lightened and his voice was grinning. “Yeah. Who is always right.”

Hmmm. Perhaps some things hadn’t changed.

-o-o-o-

He did lie down eventually, if only to stop his second eldest from fretting. Gordon turned around at one point and whispered that if he didn’t do what Virgil said, things could get scary. Apparently, he was speaking from experience.

So, the medscan was completed and the nagging stopped.

But then they arrived at the Zero XL and Brains refused to respond. It appeared that his Titanic analogy may be far too possible.

Was fate really going to do this to him? Dangle rescue and then snatch it away?

And leave his boys stranded with him?

Then International Rescue responded.

Situation called, examined, orders issued, resolution found and executed.

A moment of panic to a moment of shocked stillness. The Zero XL floated silent in space, the emptiness eating it with its lack of light.

For all its nomenclature, the ship looked nothing like its predecessor.

Was that Thunderbird Five on its bow?

“Thunderbird Two, I need options. How do we get onboard?” His eldest’s son’s voice was a balm against the emptiness. “The docking ports are still closed.”

“I’m working on it, Thunderbird One.” John’s voice was ever so calm. The communications expert flicked a switch on the dash. “Eos, do you read?”

“I’m here, John. Though I would appreciate you never doing that again.”

His son sighed. “You were safe, Eos. We’ve gone over this before.”

The female voice was strident. “That is all very well for you to say, you weren’t the one being shot at.”

Jeff frowned. Who else was aboard the Zero XL? The voice was unfamiliar and sounded very young.

“We have a time limit, Eos. Do you still have access to the Zero XL’s systems?”

“Some. You did do damage with that little trick.”

“We need to dock, Eos.”

“Do you have the password?”

“Eos!”

“You did say I should work on my humour.”

Despite the playful tone, it appeared that Eos knew what she was doing as the Xero XL at least partially came to life, sections opening. He watched as Alan slid Three into a port at the rear. One settled into something similar, and then Two slipped under the ship’s belly and docked with a soft thud.

Virgil spoke briefly with Alan and his ‘bird was secured.

The moment Virgil was out of his pilot’s seat, he was beside Jeff, unstrapping him.

“Gordon, meet with Scott and secure the ship.”

“FAB.” The aquanaut’s eyes sparkled at Jeff again as Gordon briefly touched his shoulder before turning sharply and leaving through the rear door.

John was still sitting in his chair, speaking to the woman who continued to be both efficient and difficult.

“Who is she?” He said the words quietly, but Virgil heard him, his head coming up with a small smile.

“She’s Eos. John can fill you in.”

“Okay.” There was obviously a story there. “So, what’s with the EMP weaponry?” He arched an eyebrow.

Virgil’s smile vanished to be replaced with a frown and he looked down. “Brains designed it after the incident with the GDF’s rescue robots.” He cleared his throat. “A lot has happened.”

Quiet. “I’m sure it has.”

His son’s frown was targeted at the bed’s readout before Virgil reached over and lifted Jeff gently off the mattress and set him floating vertical again. “How does that feel?”

Jeff smiled just a little. “It does the job.”

Regardless, Virgil slipped his arm around his waist again and led him out of Thunderbird Two.

The difference between the interior of Two and the Zero XL was vast. He went from reassuringly familiar to alien in moments.

He missed the green immediately.

“Who built it?”

“Mostly Brains.”

“Mostly?”

Virgil didn’t answer and Alan joined them, again reaching out to hug Jeff, chattering just as happily, if not more than Gordon earlier. Virgil didn’t join in, but neither did he let go.

And then they were at the bridge of the ship. Virgil let him go and Brains was smiling up at him. It was so good to see him.

“It’s good to see you, Jeff.”

His own name forced his heart into his stomach. The man was an older version of his business partner, but his expression, his complete lack of stutter…it had been eight years, but Jeff Tracy had worked so many hours alongside this man, he knew him.

And it wasn’t him.

There was only one person it could be and for a split second, part of him wailed at the injustice that Gaat had followed his sons out here to corrupt these moments as he had corrupted everything else ever since he had met the man.

“It’s good to see you, too.” And he offered his hand.

As Gaat reached to shake, Jeff could see fear in his eyes. Perhaps that was what kept the bastard going all these years. A need to prove that he wasn’t afraid, that he wouldn’t run again when faced with the one man who had managed to prevent him from succeeding all those years ago.

The grip of his limp hand closed the deal.

Jeff spun the man around, wrenched his arm up his back and shoved him face first into the bulkhead.

-o-o-o-

Thunderbird X & Thunderbird XL

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #TBDailyDose #nuttyfic reblog

[savrenim]

hi hi hi. so I just got into the Hamilton fandom, I swear I am four years late where did everybody go, and, well. I am apparently a hamburr shipper. bcs that is my life now. anyway I saw your fic ifmlam and I swear it is my favourite of all the fics I've ever read (and trust me I've read literally thousands). I love it so so much, how do you write fics like that??? I cried about four times during the whole thing, I stayed up till 4am reading it even when I had to wake up at 7 because it is just. that. good. I could not stop thinking about it for days afterwards and ifmlam has just ruined me. I can't think of listen to Hamilton without thinking of ifmlam anymore.

on to my qursttion: is it abandoned? of course it's perfectly FINE if it is. don't let anyone tell u differently, your fic is YOURS and u are amazing.

but pls I really need closure from ur fic, it has been haunting me if its abandoned or ongoing and I've read ur other fics and they are just chefskiss and thank you so much for writing them all. thank you thank you thank you, I will never be able to thank you enough for writing this fic and for everything it's done for me. I am probably thousands of miles away but I am sending you virtual jugs through a co.puter screen right now.

(don't feel pressured to reply to this or update it flam, I know how overwhelming it can get with so many messages and after a while u get desensitized to it. u can literally reply "thx. itfmlam is abandoned" and I would still be amazingly star struck. anyway has gotten way too long and I need to sleep and I'm sorry u probably won't see this so I'm just talking to myself right now but bye!!)

and thank you so so much for writing itfmlam.

aaaah hello anon!

thank you so so much???? I am so??? honored??? that ifmlam rates so highly to you, and also that you've read my other fics??????

the answer to the "is ifmlam abandoned" question is probably the worst possible one, which is pretty much "I do want to finish it, both for the folks that still want closure as well as it bothers to me have abandoned projects that are in the public eye/ already partially published, but also, it is last on my current writing projects list"

my current actually active writing projects list, kind of in order of priority, is

I'm literally three chapters away from being Actually Fully Done with the not-quite-first-not-quite-second let's call it 1.5th draft of an actual?? full?? original?? novel?? Opus which of course then goes out to beta readers and then gets who-knows-how-much edited and then maybe beta readers again if a lot does change and then a copyeditor my mom, my copyeditor is my mom, and maybe my little brother he's one of the betas but is very good at catching typos and then I!!! get to publish it!!!! which is the single thing I am most excited for!!!!!!!!! this should be closed up in the next week or two, and then take a while for people to actually read the draft and get back to me.

I really desperately want to finish my open-but-like-90%-written fic, which means we raise it up, the final chapter of to the bottom of the river bc I realized that it was kind of incomplete, and the second chapter of a buried and a burning flame because any more work there will need to wait until the author publishes the next book in the series. this should be closed up in the next month or two.

Speedwrite the draft of the second book of the Opus series so that hopefully by the time book 1 edits are happening, I have an almost complete draft of the second book. this is mostly me side-eyeing myself about taking nearly four years to write the first book, but that is solidly in part because I had so many other open projects which point 2 is about clearing that docket. this should be done in the next year.

And then just have my major projects be, at least until books 1-5 are written and published, books 1-5 of that because that is arguably the first major 'plot arc' of the series, so if I'm looking for a pause point on writing, that's probably where to stop.

There are two or three other short side projects (a weird fun second person short story tentatively titled witch-queen, a collection of four short stories Memoirs about a not-so-evil necromancer and the shenanigans he gets up to trying to rule a kingdom, working title Perfectly Normal Recipe Blog which is a collaborative project about a perfectly normal recipe blog that definitely doesn't include anything out of the normal) that will happen when they happen

There are other projects that are on the backburner -- The Numanok Files, a series of probably 12-15 short novellas about a mercenary/ bounty hunter esque person in space whose specialty is dealing with hauntings, but, like, 80% of their jobs is actually "you are effectively a space home inspector pointing out faulty wiring reacting to solar flares/ there's a weird alien fungus/ it's carbon monoxide okay change your atmosphere filters" and 20% of it is punching ghosts; there's a post-post apocalypse novel that I want to write that I know characters and general pacing and half the setting but need to work out the other half and figure out how much aesthetic I want to commit to; there's Strangeside7 aka spacerace book that is my reaction to how much I love how Redline the anime movie commits itself to "no we are about a race, like 60% of the screentime is just fully going to be an utterly ridiculous sci fi space race"; there's even a ridiculous YA trilogy that I would have to completely transplant the setting but might end up writing because the interplay between angel-physics and physics-physics was one of my favorite things in the world. and I guess the weird ridiculous technically a sequel series to ifmlam that was going to be published as original books that was basically me having fun with 'okay I fucking love star wars prequels old rotting space bureaucracy galactic republic style' except with seers and that also still might happen because it does have some of the coolest sci fi concepts and honestly I thiiiink that's all?

but the tl;dr of that timeline is I'm trying to finish a punch of projects Right Now, so that I can write books 2-5 of Opus, and then when I'm done that (which honestly, my average fiction-writing output is close to 100k a year. if I'm concentrating purely on one project, and writing books that are about 100k, we are talking four years. although my job situation is super up in the air in that period and writing might get put solidly on the backburner as I try to make it in academia, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) I will re-evaluate which projects go next, and that's when ifmlam is likely to come up for review.

I do not have any expectations that I will make it as an original author. I'm planning on posting all of my stuff online for free, but, like. it is incredibly difficult to convince people to try out even a piece of free and easily accessibly original work even if one has a huge following, I am a very small fanfiction author, and from what I can tell the majority of the people who are interested in my work are mostly interested in me finishing ifmlam. writing is a hobby for me, and while I'm writing mostly for me--and hence the for me bit at least for the next five years is pretty solidly going to be this series that I am deeply excited about and have sunk my heart and soul into every single aspect of--I'm human, and I don't really like shouting into the void, and I expect if I spend five years publishing to absolutely no response I will either stop writing for a while and do other things gods know my life is busy enough, return to fandom in general to write some other fanfic about whatever I get deeply into, or return to a work that I actually get response to. so ifmlam will probably start getting worked on a bit at that point one way or another. unless, of course, we are in the incredibly rare timeline in which I do make it as an original author, there are people who are deeply hyped for my original works and an actual demand for them, in which case as you may have noticed there are enough ideas there to keep me busy for a decade or two, and they will just get my full attention instead of fanfiction*. in this timeline, I will do what I was considering doing a few years ago, which is officially declare ifmlam otherwise abandoned and make one more giant chapter update which is a full and cleaned up outline of what I was going to write, interspersed with the scenes already written, and have ifmlam be given at least that closure.

*I want to make it clear that I very much love fanfiction and am proud to have been a fanfiction author and in my heart of hearts would keep writing it forever, I just also have a lot of ideas for characters and settings and magic systems and Aesthetics and I have been biting at the bit to write something that is //mine// and all mine and only mine for a while, I don't see original work as superior so much as there are a dozen fandoms that I am currently in and bursting to make content about except oops these fandoms currently only exist in my head, and I want to correct that

of course given how much as writing is my vent activity and I write what I'm in the mood for, there's a chance I'll feel ifmlam cravings before then, just... expect it to take a couple of years for an update, but also for there to be an update one way of another in a couple of years? but as for right now, I'm turning to original writing, because that is what brings me joy.

but I am really deeply honored that it brought you so much joy!!! and while I will never publish spoilers in a public place, if you message me off anon I am perfectly happy to give a run-down of my current plans for the ending, bc I know "wait a couple years and see" is not the most satisfactory of answers! and hey maybe you'll be like me and once you've given Opus a try you'll decide you like it better too, it does have Seers although they are deeply different Seers than in ifmlam but imo it's very gay and fun and at least politics on one side

#my life #my writing #ifmlam

[maddiesup]

Highlights of 2020

I was tagged by @teh-ohaew​ (Thank u Tay 💕) and saw this kind of post around a lot so... it’s the last day, it’s my last chance

list your top 10 shows (bl or not) you watched in 2020 (doesn’t necessarily have to be shows that came out in 2020 though!) 

tag at least 10 people you appreciated this year

tag 10 more people to continue the tag

Buckle up folks, bc I'm finally doing it!

Top 10 shows

1. Cherry Magic

This. I was so not expecting to be so invested in this drama, but it quickly became one of my favorite dramas ever. It constantly gave me serotonin and it was so well executed too 😭 I absolutely adore Eiji's and Keita's acting, they did such a good job, that even if I watched without subs I could understand the characters’ emotions, they conveyed them so well! Amazing. Stunning. I love it so much😭❤️

2. The Untamed

I watched it bc my friend dared me to, but oh wow, it is worth all the praise I heard about it. I got so attached to the characters, it's truly an amazing show. And don't even get me started with Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo, bc– oh well, I just fell for this series bc how can you not. Can't believe I only got to watch it this year, I need to rewatch it soon too, I miss it ;-;

3. 2gether/Still2gether

I was so excited when I heard about it first coming out! I thought it would be a lot more of a fake dating au then it actually was BUT I enjoyed it a lot ❤️ Especially Still2gether was just pure fun to watch and I couldn't get enough of it. Plus, it got my creative juices to flow (even if I still haven't written much for recently, oh well)

4. Gameboys

This! The way the story was told using the pandemic as an opportunity for new type of storytelling rather than a limiting factor... Plus I liked it a lot and was low-key crying when they finally met ;u;

5. Where Your Eyes Linger

I miss Han Gichan every minute of my life, ngl. And I got to watch produce bc of him too, and here I am obsessed with K-pop now. Thanks Gichan. But the drama itself is just lovely, too short for my liking, but definitely played on my heartstrings ❤️

6. Pearl Next Door

I'm happy to see my girl Pearl have some time to shine! I'm so in love with Adrianna look at her she's so beautiful how This series can be a little silly at times, but I'm genuinely curious how it's gonna pan out. Also love me some good gl series, I don't have enough of it usually.

7. My Engineer

I started daydreaming about ramking recently and oh boy do I miss them. I know we're getting s2, but wHEN is the question. This was a cute series too, definitely wasn't expecting it to take over my life.

8. Life Senjou no Bokura

I've seen the drama and I've read the manga and you know, there's something about japanese bls that gets me. I adored the parts that they added in the drama so much and the story is so good ;u; This has the angst and the fluff and is kinda short but totally worth it!

9. He's Coming To Me

I genuinely think it's one of my favorite thai dramas ever. The plot isn't conventional and concept is intriguing as well. It made me fell in love with Singto, too~ 

10. Road to Kingdom

This... Is not a drama, and I hate mnet and I hate survival shows, and I hate that they made this a survival show (hopefully Kingdom won't be tho) but oh the performances. The performances were so good I couldn't stop watching. Idk if I'd recommend watching the whole thing bUT the performances are on yt so I recommend to check them out! (especially 'Danger' by tbz and 'Kill This Love' by ptg & onf ❤️)

People I appreciated this year!

aaaah there’s more than 10 obviously I’m sorry if I forget anyone but there I go:

@cultivated-man​ ✨ @saecookie​ ✨ @gunsatthaphan ​✨ @wir-ro​ ✨ @smallkore​ ✨ @mfshirtballs​ ✨ @typestharns ​✨ @onstoryladders ✨ @sceneric​ ✨ @mortallydeliciouschaos​ ✨ @lostinbl ✨ @seekingstarlightinthecity​ ✨ @thehuns-bubble-tea​ ✨ @teh-ohaew ✨ @tao-moonb ✨ @nakyngs ✨ @zaintseeme ✨ @zeejade88 ✨ @xuseokgyu ✨ @aharmonyofmillions ✨​ 

Thank you guys for making this year amazing 💖

I’ve seen it around a lot, so if you haven’t done it yet, consider yourself tagged!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO Y’ALL, Ily so much, have a lovely 2021 😊💖

#tagged! #tag game #Happy New Year #stay healthy <3 #and hydrated ❤️❤️

[stargazingjinwrites]

-> pairing: idol!namjoon x songwriter!reader

-> genre: fluff, smut, angst (just a tad), humor

-> warnings: language, sexual content, fingering + oral (f receiving), slightly dom!namjoon,

-> word count: 5.2k

-> part 25 of the social media au solidarity

-> a/n: aaaah, here it finally is!! this is the part that i got up in my head when i first started to play around with solidarity, and im really nervous because this is a written part and i haven’t actually written anything before… so i hope you go easy on me, and most of all, i hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think!

-> summary: Seeing him standing there you weren’t even sure why you were mad at him. Hoseok dropping those verbal bombs at you had been too much, and learning that Namjoon might have been a part of it all was the last drop for you. But did Namjoon really have something to do with it?

But seeing him, standing there, all of those thoughts went away.

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It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you had forgotten how do be a basic human being.

You looked through the peeping hole on the door and you saw Namjoon standing there, nervously fiddling with his hands. Why was he standing there?

You knew why, but you still wondered.

While you hadn’t talked to him for a few days, you still had wanted to. Ever day your thoughts had gone to the man that was now merely feet away from you, and every day you had wanted to talk to him. Yell at him. Maybe even kiss him.

Looking through the peeping hole again you took at better look at him. He had a black snapback on, covering his brown locks. He had a simple white t-shirt on and his hand where now in the pockets of the black jeans that he was waring and oh my god he looked so good.

He really had no idea what to do with his hands again because as soon as he had put them in his pockets, he took them up again.

Seeing him standing there you weren’t even sure why you were mad at him. Hoseok dropping those verbal bombs at you had been too much, and learning that Namjoon might have been a part of it all was the last drop for you. But did Namjoon really have something to do with it?

But seeing him, standing there, all of those thoughts went away.

”Please open the door,” the man said quietly, somehow knowing you would hear him. ”I know you’re there.”

Could you open the door? Were you ready to open a new one when you had just closed another?

”You don’t have to say anything Y/N, just let me talk.” He sounded so sad, so wounded. ”Please.”

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead on the door and considering his words. Trying to control your beating heart were no use as it hammered in your chest at the thought of seeing him in person. You hadn’t realized what an impact Namjoon had made on you, and how better he had made you as a human being. How happy he had made you.

Without thinking and without batting an eye you opened your eyes again and stepping back half a step from the door and you unlocked the door and opened it, pressing your lips together as you faced the man in front of you. His eyes widened in chock almost as he hadn’t though you were actually going to open it and he swallowed hard, and you could see how nervous he was.

”What do you want, Namjoon?” You sounded harsh, but you still hadn’t decided how you felt about the whole thing, but you weren’t gonna show him that. But taking Jin’s words in consideration maybe you could let him explain himself.

Maybe.

”I want you to hear my side of this, and when I’m done you can decide for yourself what you want to do,” he said, slowly gaining confidence again. You could still tell he was nervous because he hadn’t stopped fiddling with his hands.

Reconsidering his words, you slowly nodding at him, stepping aside and letting him into Taehyung’s place.

He gave you a small smile as a thank you and walked past you, stepping into the apartment. You closed the door with a small thud, and you slowly turned around, leaning towards the door again and facing him.

Namjoon made you nervous in a way you didn’t know was possible, and you were unsure of what you should do with yourself.

Should you stay where you were? Go over to the couch? Go into the kitchen? Having Namjoon here this close made your brain short-circuit and you wanted to laugh at yourself over the effect this man had over you. Especially now.

”Do- do you want something to drink?” You heard yourself say and you cursed yourself for sounding so dumb.

Namjoon let out a small chuckle. ”No, I’m good,” he said while he turned around to look at the place. ”Damn, Taehyung’s apartment looks really nice.”

”How did you know where he lives?” You ask.

”Oh,” you hear him say as he raised his arm and he scratched his neck as he turned back around to look at you. A nervous trait you recognized all too well. ”Jin actually called me yesterday.”

”He what?!” You ask and you feel yourself slowly losing your temper over your best friend.

”Yeah, he said you would be okay with it, but seeing your reaction just now I guessed he lied about that.” He gave you a sad smile and you quickly shook your head.

”No! It’s not that, it’s just that I’m gonna kill him,” you said with a mean smile. ”I should’ve known better that he would do something like this.”

”He clearly set us up, huh?”

”Yeah, it’s so typical Jin I’m more mad at myself for not realizing sooner,” you said with a soft chuckle. You see Namjoon returning your smile and his dimples makes an appearance.

You could just melt on the spot.

”Even without Jin’s help, I would’ve talked to you sooner or later,” you said to him and you could see a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

”Yeah?” He said in a small voice.

”Yeah,” you replied. ”I just needed some time. I’m not sure if I still need more time or not.”

”I don’t blame you,” he said with a small shrug.

”You don’t?“

”No, it was kind of a dick move of me for doing what I did,” he said in all honestly and you swallowed hard. Here it went.

”Do you maybe wanna sit down?” You ask, pointing towards the couch.

”Oh boy,” he whispered under your breath, making you almost miss it. ”Sure, why not.”

You give him a small nod as you both walk towards the couch. Jungkook’s UNO game is still on the table, along with a bowl of chips and too many bottles of beer and cider for you to count. You hadn’t had so much to drink as you still felt uneasy over the entire situation, and you were glad that you hadn’t. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have while intoxicated.

Namjoon sat at the end of the couch, and you on the other end. You looked down at your fingers that were nervously touching the hem of your shorts because you really didn’t know what else to do or what to say.

”So,” he starts and you finally look up to meet his eyes. He gives you a small smile, and then takes a deep breath to mentally prepare himself. He tilts his body so his facing you while resting his arm on the back ouch the couch. ”I guess I owe you an explanation.”

”You really do,” you say, maybe a bit more harsh than you intend to. But who could blame you when you were still hurt?

”That’s fair,” he says and he clears his throat. ”Back when Hoseok and you started dating, I had no idea what he was doing. I though he genially liked you because that was he said to me and when I looked at the two of you, he looked genuinely happy. It wasn’t until around two years later when I found out that it all was a lie.”

You clenched your jaw and you look down again, not wanting him to see how hurt you were over it all. Hearing the backstory about the man you though who loved you for three years made you feel bad all over again but you kew it was something that you needed to hear. ”And then?” You mumble and you can see in the corner of your eyes that he nods. ”We went out drinking, and he let it slip that he didn’t care for you they way that I thought, and I guess that was when I should’ve said something. But he told me that we would end it with you soon enough and that he was just gonna find the right time and place to do so.

”You have to understand Y/N, you and I weren’t close as you know, and we had barely met each other, so I didn’t think much of it. The time passed and Hoseok said that the two of had found the spark again and I was happy for the two of you. He was my beast friend and he was really lucky to have girl like you in his life.”

You meet his eyes for the first time since he started talking and you knew you couldn’t hide your watery eyes. You saw his hand twitch as he wanted to raise it, to do something with it, but he stopped himself doing so.

”You have to understand, Y/N, I had no idea that it were so bad, and I trusted that he knew what he was doing. I should’ve known better and I should’ve said something and I didn’t and I blame myself for it and I am so sorry for all of it and—”

”Stop,” you cut him off sliding closer to him to put your hand on his knee that was closest to you. ”There was no way that you could’ve known that. I know that if you had known, you would’ve said something.”

”You do?” He sounded so small as he looked at your hand on his knee, not daring to meet your eyes.

”I do.” You were confident in that fact. ”You have a big heart, Namjoon.”

He takes a deep breath as he continues. ”When you wrote to me after Hoseok broke up with you, I was planning on saying something to you then. But you were so hurt and I couldn’t do that to you, not when you were already hurting.”

You felt yourself nod and you stroked Namjoon’s knee in a comfort, making sure that he knew that you were still listening. Some of the stuff he had told you, you could almost figure out yourself because that’s just who Namjoon was.

”Then I got to know you, and you seemed… Happier, I guess. Yet again, I couldn’t lay that on you like that, not when you were getting better,” he rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed, fearing what was to come. ”Then I got to know you.”

You hand on his knee stopped and you met his eyes, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. Your eyes met his and you felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks. The look he just gave you was far from innocent. Did your eyes deceive you or was it warm and almost loving?

”Yeah?” You asked in a breath.

”Hoseok can go and fuck himself for doing what he did to you, because he missed out on one of the most caring, warm hearted and beautiful woman in the world, and I’m glad that he did because I got to experience all of that instead,” he said with a smile behind his eyes and he slowly sank his hand down to put it over yours that was resting on his knee.

”Namjoon…” You started, not knowing what to say.

”It’s true!” He exclaims and he squeezes your hand, hard. ”You have no idea of how amazing you are.”

”Me, or just my writing?” You ask, taking your own hand back.

There it was, the big issue.

Namjoon audibly swallows and he takes a deep breath, preparing yourself. ”I managed to finish the album, and it was supposed to come out today but Hoseok beat me to it with his album, so mine had to wait a few more weeks. It was going to be a surprise but there is no need to keep it a secret anymore.”

Namjoon grabs his phone from his pocked and he unlocks it and you remove his hand that was resting on him. You see him tapping on the screen, and then he turns it around to show you.

On the screen you can see an album cover that you assume is his unreleased album. The cover is taken from indoors, although it’s taken towards a window where you can see the the setting sky outside. The sky is beautiful while it contains of multiple colors like orange, pink, blue and a hint of purple. There are also two hands, reaching for each other in front of the camera and between the window, making you only see the outline and the shadow of the hands. Across the entire picture the word ’Solidarity’ was written.

You recognized the picture immediately.

”That’s the one we took?” You ask in a small voice, pulling the phone closer to you so you can inspect the picture closer, afraid that you were gonna miss something. ”Wait…” You say as you zoom in on the corner.

”’An album produced and made by Kim Namjoon,” he says as you’re reading the fine text, ”and written together with the help of Y/N.’” You look up at him in chock, unable to form any words. He had put your name on his album as well.

”Without you, this album wouldn’t be possible, and I wanted to surprise you with it. I was going to make a whole spectacle about it, but I guess Hoseok beat me to it.”

”What do you mean?”

”I could never use you, never in a million years. What Hoseok did was wrong and awful, and if I had known that he used you for your writing I would have given him a piece of my mind. Yet he turned the whole thing around and pinned it on me,” he shook his head in disbelief, taking off his cap and running his free hand through his hair and then putting the cap back on.

”So all this time you had this planned?” You asked him, still looking at the album cover on his screen.

”Pretty much,” he said while shrugging.

”I don’t know what to say.”

”You don’t have to say anything, just listen,” he answers and taking the phone back from you, making you look up at him and meeting his eyes. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you go back to touching the hem oh your shorts. ”When we became friends, it was like something had clicked in my life. Never have I experienced a friendship like the one you and I share and I would never do anything to compromise that.”

You bite your lip and you see his eyes quickly glance down to the action and then he as quickly again glances up. Your heart was beating impossible fast you was pretty sure Namjoon could hear it too.

”By gaining you, I also gained my own solidarity. I found myself by finding you, and Y/N…” He moved closer to you, your legs now touching. ”By finding you, I also found the person I am madly, and deeply in love with.”

You inhaled sharply, not being prepared to what he said and you looked at him with big eyes. Your chest were heaving as you could barely breathe and you tried to open your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

”Namjoon I-” you started but he soon cut you off. ”No please, let me finish. I understand if I messed up any chance that we might have had and I am so, so sorry for everything, but I couldn’t do this without letting you know how I’m truly feeling. I am so in love with you it physically hurts me, and if you don’t feel the same I will walk out the door and I will never bother you again, but I need to hear you say it. Just say the word and you never have to see me again.” ”You really are dumb,” you say while you try everything you have to contain your smile. ”Or maybe I am the dumb one. I should’ve let you explain everything when it happened, and not draw my own conclusions.” ”I don’t blame you though,” he says quietly. ”But,” you continue and scooting closer to him. ”You probably are the dumbest one for not seeing how deeply and madly in love I am with you too.” You grin with your entire face, and it takes a few seconds for Namjoon to catch up and when he realizes what you just said. ”You are?” He asks with a dumb smile on his face, a dumb smile that shows his dumb and perfect dimples. ”Unfortunately so.” ”Oh shut up,” he says as he surges towards you, catching your lips between his own. His lips crashes against your and he cradles your neck his his large hand and you just melt into him. His lips are soft as they meet yours and you moan into the feeling of him. You tilt your head slightly, pushing your own lips harder against him and you take a fistful of his shirt in your hand and you pull him closer to you. His free hand wonders over your naked legs and sends shivers all across your body, making you mewl as his hand continue to wander. You needed more. So, so much more. Without giving a heads up, you break free from the kiss and for half a second Namjoon gives you a questioning look. You smirk at him as you then straddles his lap. ”Jesus christ,” he mumbles as his hands grips your hips to steady you and you can feel yourself grind down on him, feeling something twitch beneath you, sending a wave of arousal shooting straight down to your core. ”You will be the death of me.” Your lips meet his again and it’s more urgent now, more feral as you continue to grind down on him. His hands leaves bruises on your skin and you couldn’t care less. His fingertips touches your skin underneath your shirt and you break away from the kiss to breathe. Namjoon’s lips finds a spot behind your ear and you lean your head back, letting him gain easier access and taking in the feeling as he bites and licks down your throat, making you letting out a small whimper. ”Namjoon…” you breathe and then his hand slid underneath your shirt, leaving fire behind in his touch. ”You’re so goddamned beautiful, babygirl,” he murmurs against your skin as he nibbles at your collarbone, making you press your core against his crotch as the nickname that leaves his lips does things to you. ”You like that, huh?” His lips travel up again, sucking hard at a particular spot on your throat and you’re almost certain it’s gonna leave a mark. Good, you think. You want the world to know that you’re his and that he is yours. ”You like it when I call you babygirl, huh babygirl?” He asks and you feel yourself shudder under his words. He grabs your chin and tilt it back towards him so that he can look at you. His eyes are dark with lust and you swallow hard. ”Yeah, I— I really do,” you answer him and he grins at you. ”Let’s see what else you like,” and as he says that, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and he bites down, making you moan out in pleasure. Oh, god. He kisses you hard, and then before you know it, moves away from you again and you let out a small whimper as you misses his heat. He grabs ahold of your thighs and pulls you closer to him and you shut your eyes as you can feel his hardened length through his jeans. He pushes you back so that you’re laying down in the couch and he proceeds to hover above you. ”I’m gonna make you feel so good, but we don’t have much time before the others come back so we’re gonna have to be quick,” he comments as he’s kissing your calf, looking up at you through hooded eyes. ”You think you can do that for me?” You nod ferociously as he continues to travel up your leg with his lips, and you close your eyes and moan at the feeling. He then proceeds to kiss the inside of your knee and you unknowingly move your pelvis up, desperate to feel something. His free hand travel up your other leg, caressing your thigh and then moving up on your stomach, pushing your shirt up so that he can feel you. ”So smooth,” he mumbles, nibbling at your very sensitive skin, groping your breast which makes you almost see white. He moves up more and you grab his cap and throws is to the side and you grab his hair with your fists and you tugg, making him growl, something you weren’t at all prepared for. The feeling of his lips on your skin on your thigh combined with the feeling of him touching your breasts were almost too much. His lips were now biting and kissing the side of your thigh, slowly, oh so slowly moving up towards your now drenched core, making you want and need more. ”More, Namjoon, I, oh god, I need more,” you whimper and he bites down hard, you feeling the tip of his nose at the hem of your shorts. ”Be patient, babe,” he says and then he moves down the hand that was working your breast to the button of your shorts, quickly unbuttoning it. ”I can’t wait to ruin you.” Pulling your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, you gasp as the cold air hits your drenched cunt. You can feel yourself dripping, and you almost feel embarrassed about, but hearing Namjoon let out a loud groan stops your thoughts. ”Shit babe you smell so good, can’t wait to taste you,” he says into your core, and before you know it, his fingers is gliding in between your labia, gathering the slick wetness of your pussy, spreading it up and down. ”Oh god,” you croak out, grinding up to meet his fingers. He grabs your hip, pushing you down to the couch as he swirls his two fingers around your clit, making you see stars. ”That’s right baby, let me make you feel good, okay?” You can feel his breath on your cunt as he talks, making you moan in anticipation. His slick fingers leaves your cunt and you look down to see that he pulls the fingers that were on you into is mouth and he sucks, making you open your moth with a loud pop. That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. ”Jesus christ babe you taste so much better than I imagined,” he says while groaning, twirling his fingers around his tongue. ”Can I taste you for real this time? Can I baby?” You nod eagerly and he gives you a smirk that sends a wave of arousal down to your dripping cunt and you pull his hair, making him moan. Namjoon licks a long stride along your wet core and you absolutely melt into his touch. You’re hot all over and you mewl into him, grinding your cunt up into his mouth, craving more. The sensation over your sensitive bud sets your world on fire and you feel yourself pulling his head closer to your cunt. His lips swirl over your clit and then he sucks and bites gently against it and suddenly it feels almost too much and yet not enough. ”Y-yes, right t-there,” you croak out. ”Feels so good.” This seems to lead him on and your body jumps at the sensation when he suddenly starts to hum against your clit and the vibration makes it all feel so much better. His tongue delves between your folds, moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm and now and then he stops at your clit to swirl and tug at your clit, making waves of arousal shoot through your entire body. Every time you feel something slowly build up in the lower part of your stomach, he goes back to licking between your folds. ”Stop teasing already,” you command and you feel him chuckle, sending vibrations through your dripping cunt again. Gasping at the sensation you feel him pulling more attention to your clit, making you almost see white. You feel it building up, the coil winding up in your core as you feel an orgasm is about to come. Suddenly he puts two fingers into your pussy and you immediately clench around him. He’s stretching your out and then curling his fingers up just at the right angle and you can feel your climax being impossible close. ”Come for me, love, I can feel you being close,” he murmurs into your cunt and then he sucks hard at your clit and suddenly you see stars as your orgasm hits you like nothing you’ve ever felt before. He rides your orgasm, his fingers milking every last bit of it while he’s sucking up your juices. Your chest is heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath after that mind blowing orgasm he just provided you and you slowly open your eyes to look down at him, seeing him smiling up at you. ”God Namjoon, that was absolutely amazing,” you breathe out with a soft smile on your lips and he’s responding with an equally soft smile, making his dimples appear. ”Come here.” You tug him up towards you and you give him a passionate kiss, tasting yourself on him. ”That’s so hot,” he mumbles in-between kisses and you can’t help to laugh. ”We’re not done yet,” you say as you begin to work on the buttons on his jeans, but then he suddenly stops you. ”I’m afraid we are done for this time, love,” he says and you pout at him. ”But I want to feel you inside me Joon, I want to feel your cock buried inside my cunt,” you groan, leaning forward as you take his ear between your teeth and you bite down, earning a moan out of him. ”As much as I want that,” he pants, ”I’m pretty sure your friends will be back soon and as much as I love you, I don’t want to share that part of you with the world.” You lean your head back and you laugh. Not because that was particularly funny, but because you were so goddamned happy. Namjoon grabs your panties and your shorts for you, and you swiftly put them back on and you two lean back into the couch.  His cap had found its way back onto his head, hiding the mess of his hair that you were the culprit of. You lean into his chest, him hugging you from behind and you snuggle closer to him. ”So,” you begin, smiling to yourself. ”So,” he answers, pinching your side, making you yelp in surprise and then you let out a small laugh. ”Provide me a few more orgasms like that and you’re completely forgiven.” ”Is that so?” He murmurs, nuzzling his lips into your neck, making you hum as an answer. ”I think I can manage that.” ”Don’t get all cocky on me now, Joon.” ”But I can get cocky in you, right?” He says, biting the small part behind your ear, making you jump. ”Stop it,” you says, swatting a hand at him. He laughs at you and he pulls you closer and he kisses your cheek. ”You know I love you, right?” He asks, suddenly turning serious. You turn in his grip so that you can look him in the eyes. ”I know babe, and you know that I love you too, right?” He gives you a dimpled smile as he nods, kissing you on the lips. The kiss was different from those before as this was filled with love and adoration. You wanted to put every affection you had into the kiss, and it felt like he did the same. ”And you know,” you say as the two of you part, breathing heavy, ”you’re my solitude as well.” Namjoon opened his mouth about to answer, as he was cut off at the door suddenly swinged open. ”I hope you two kissed and made up but that you are fully dressed and that you didn’t ruin any of my furniture!” Taehyung yells out as he walks into through the door. His eyes lands on the two of you and his face breaks out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. ”I fucking knew it!” ”Hyung, calm down!” You heard Jungkook’s voice behind him and then you saw his face pop up behind the older man. ”You two okay?” He asks, walking past Tae and up to you, sitting at the other end of the couch. ”We are,” you answer, receiving a smile from the younger man. ”Tae, I thought I told you to give them some more time, I swear to god if you interrupted anything I will—”,  you hear the voice of your best friend before you see him, and suddenly he’s standing in the doorway, breathing hard almost as he had ran up all of the stairs. ”Jin calm down!” You say, laughing at his surprised face as he sees you and Namjoon cuddling. ”Me and my boyfriend are just perfect.” ”Boyfriend, huh?” Namjoon whispers in your ear, making you giggle. ”You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you said, grinning up at him. ”I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied and presses his lips softly on your. ”You guys are disgusting,” Taehyung says, fake gagging at the sight of the two of you. ”Be nice, Tae!” Jimin says ad he appears behind Jin, closing the door behind him. ”I think they’re cute. And I always have.” ”You’re too sweet, Jimin,” you reply and you look up at Namjoon and you catched him winking at Tae. ”If you’re not nice I won’t tell you which furniture we ruined,” the man sitting behind you says and you choke on your own spit. ”Joon!” You say, laughing at him in disbelief and you can see the color in Taehyung’s face disappear. ”Who want margaritas?!” You hear Jin say from the kitchen, clearly trying to break the tension in the room. ”Oh, I do!” Jimin says and he walks into the kitchen to join Jin, completely oblivious to what just had been said. ”If they have done the dirty though I will end them,” Taehyung mutter beneath his breath, making both you and Namjoon laugh ”Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook says beside you and you turn your head to face him. ”You’re happy right? He makes you happy?” You look at at Namjoon, giving him a smile in which he replied with on of his famous, dumb dimpled smile and you can’t help to laugh. ”I really am.” ”Good, because you won’t be any longer when I beat your ass in Mario Kart!”

#bts social media au #namjoon x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut #bts x reader #bangtan x reader #solidarityau #mywriting

[mobagehelllocal]

ok but like- i'm surprised when u said “‘wendy?’ ‘hello peter pan.’” wasn't as popular as the others. last night i spent good 5 mins crying over the fic at 1AM aksfjdjsafjsa it was so goooodddd ;w;

First of all!! Aaaah, I’m really happy it emotionally moved you 😭 I might sound like a sadist but I truly am happy when people talk about how they cry because of it. It was meant to be a piece that made one cry (I’ve talked about it before but even I cried so much that by my final edits—my eyes would just burn because I had no tears left...)

I’ve also mentioned it before, but I think genres or themes (like erotica and angst--amongst others) are the best way to gauge one’s writing skill or ability because--these are the themes that test a writer’s ability to make the audience feel for the characters and story. It’s also why I enjoy hearing people’s thoughts on “‘wendy?’ ‘hello peter pan.’” I’m not saying I don’t enjoy hearing about my other pieces, it’s just that I know “wendy” and, by extension, “rather be” are pieces that really tested my skills (all pieces have their own difficulties, but i definitely struggled the most with those two). Anyways, it’s because I think highly of erotica and angst (again, amongst other genres/themes), that I’m more emotionally invested in the response I get from both pieces. It’s why I’m just a little more aware, and a little more excited--especially when “wendy” gets mentioned. I love stories that make me cry, so I wanted to write something that could move someone to tears too :,) 

Regarding why I think “‘wendy?’ ‘hello peter pan.’” is one of my more unpopular pieces. I’ll have to refer to the number of notes it has in comparison to the other pieces I have written that includes all seven dorm leaders. “i can hold the world in my hands” has 600+, “do you even lift bro?” has about 400+ (it came out right before “wendy”), and “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine” (which came out after “wendy”) has 400+ too. While “wendy” is still at around 100+ notes. 

I won’t lie, it does frustrate me a little. I wish “wendy” was able to impact more people because of how precious it is to me. However, I really think that’s because I’m trying to apply a numerical value to it, that I’m judging it based on its notes. What should be important is this--

“If you only write one book in your whole life, and only sell 600 copies or less, nonetheless, I assure you, I solemnly assure you, that this book will be someone’s absolutely favorite book of all time, and it will come to him on some dark day and give him sunlight, and open his eyes and fill his heart and make him see things in life even you never suspected, and will be his most precious tale, and it will live in his heart like the Book of Gold.”  - John Wright

It’s more my fault really? I keep thinking about the number of notes it has--when really what’s more important is how the people who have read it (and all my other stories), felt. It’s difficult to unlearn the notion of ‘the more notes the better’. It’s something I’m trying to unlearn--and it’s certainly a work in progress. A part of me will always try to compare my stories against one another, which is unfair to them because they’re all very unique and shouldn’t be compared using the same standard.  

IN CONCLUSION--

I don’t want anyone to think that I care less about any of the other pieces I’ve written. I cherish them all, and I love how each one has tested me and helped me polish my own abilities. Sure, I keep saying how aware and excited I get when “wendy” is brought up, but I genuinely feel invigorated whenever someone reblogs and leaves me a special note in the tags or comments in the chat section (?) of the post for all my stories. 

At the end of the day, what is important is not how many people have read my work but rather how people felt when reading my stories. 

I probably sound incredibly idealistic lmao, but sometimes you just got to be. I’ll continue to try and not dwell too much on the numbers and focus instead on the impact that my works have had to the people who do read them. What matters is that I love doing what I do--and that, that feeling gets across to the people who have enjoyed all my stories. 

I apologize for this word vomit. In writing this, I rediscovered what is truly important when it comes to writing. I kept worrying about the numbers, but this question really helped me think about it and internalize my worries. 

Thank you so much for this question.

I hope I can keep writing stories filled with affection. 

#aianswers #justkazuki

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (02x11)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 2 Episode 11: Oh God! They were Fake Dating!

Warnings: oh shit! I wrote fluff! Aaaah! Also, I’d suggest you guys listen to the two soundtracks added in here so that it’s better to imagine what our precious goofballs are truly up to.

Word Count: I didn’t realise when my medications were over. And now I’m not feeling that good. I was supposed to make an appointment for this weekend to meet the new doc but I am so exhausted mentally that it looks like such a huge effort to travel to and from another city for four hours in a single day and talk to someone from freaking scratch. *falls in the floor face down*

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

Scott's voiceover: I don't feel like they're going anywhere.

The camera showed you sitting in the lounge, your hair a hot mess, your reading glasses nearly falling from the bridge of your nose. Pietro, with quite possibly the biggest sandwich he could make along with a tall glass of iced tea, passed you, sniffing the air of the lounge before scrunching his nose.

"Mh, haven't showered for two days, huh? Let me guess. Your finals are from tomorrow."

You didn't even acknowledge what he just said, too engrossed in the pile of notes and books kept in front of you.

"How could this bitch of a scientist ever think this could work?!" He heard you exasperate before wishing you luck and walking to his room.

The camera shifted from the lounge to the library where Loki sat engrossed in a book only he knew the theme of. Mainly because it was a hardback with nothing but the blackness of the fabric covering it.

I know! I know! This is finals week and I could not possibly let Y/N have any distractions but that doesn't mean Loki can't be distracted?

The camera shifted from a very engrossed Loki- who didn't so much as flip when Clint walked by, calling him all sorts of names, or when Stark quite literally peeped into the library, telling Rhodey to let Loki just sit there and maybe bring him some snacks and let world rest in peace till that book lasts- to a very curious Peter by the library door.

Scott: *concerned* But looking at the way Y/N looks like right now, the only way she's going to distract Loki is with the exam stench coming from her. *very concerned*

Scott sat by the kitchenette and watched as Tony brought you a cup of coffee to keep by your side.

"I can't drink coffee," you mumble, scratching your head with your pencil, "it does something to my heartbeat."

And without any word, Tony took away the coffee to the kitchenette, dumped it in the sink and made a jug full of iced tea with lemon and mint and placed the jug and glass at your table, pouring one for you.

"Thank you," you muttered, scratching your face this time.

"You better study hard or I'll cut your phone time," he announced.

Tony stood there, shifting his weight on his legs before walking out of the room. Your eyes followed him, your smile growing bigger with every passing second at the sweetest little gesture before gulping down the glass of iced tea and feeling drained power return to you while Scott followed Tony, all the while saying, “You know I could’ve had that coffee.”

 The Next Day

Scott: Okay, so I may have done a little something today. And by something I mean I took advantage of Y/N's sullen mood because she doesn't know how her first exam went.

The scene shifted to you sitting in the library this time, a soft playlist on as you sifted through your notes while sitting in your PJs at three in the afternoon.

Oh yeah! I told her library would be so much better to work in. No distractions. *chuckles*

Scott, proud of himself, walked out into the lounge to have all the pride drained from his face as he saw something he wasn't supposed to. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to be in the library!"

The camera swerved from his shocked face to look at Loki lounging in Tony's favourite seat, deeply engrossed in his book.

The God looked up from the pages, only to furrow his brows at Scott. "First the spiderling drags me out of the library saying it's better in the lounge and now you come out of nowhere to push me back in there. What is going on?"

Scott: Dammit! We should have synchronised! *flails his hands in defeat*

Peter: I know! *groans*

Scott: *turns to Peter* don't you have exams, mister?

Peter: *shrugs and droops* I finished all my revision when Aunt May grounded me for hanging out with Mr Brock.

Scott: Who?

Peter: *tired sigh* Venom.

Scott: Oh! OH! Ohh, kid. No.

Peter: I know *nods*

*silence*

Scott: Will she allow you to meet him under adult supervision?

Peter: *stares blankly at the camera before turning to Scott*

Both Scott and Peter give a knowing smirk to the camera before doing a fistbump.

 The Night Before the Last Exam

A soft wail like a note rising from a broken guitar rose from the library, forcing Loki and Peter to stop on their way to the roof to fly Peter's final science project.

Exchanging confusion building on their faces, they entered the space- with the camera following them right at their toes- to find out you slouching into your knees in a corner surrounded by scattered notes and books.

"Y/N?" Feather-like lightness left Loki's lung as he called out your name, "are you okay?"

You raised your head to show the audience the mess that was your face smeared with tears and snot along with the hair sticking in the waters of despair- only the strands that managed to not go wild over your head. "Umm-nna~ff~aal 'marro-"

Loki's brows furrowed at alien language you spoke.

"She said 'I'm gonna fail tomorrow'," Peter tried to help with the translation.

Peter: Of course, I know. I'm an expert in tear-translation. Thanks to all the A-holes who broke Aunt May's heart. *squints in anger at the camera* Especially you, Charles. *camera pans in* You are on my black-list. *forces out a low husky threatening voice* It is so black it can compete with vantablack. Oh, yes! That is exactly what I'm gonna do to you if I ever see you get out of Apartment 24, 75th block, Myrtle road.

"I've been trying to learn the observations and conclusions and their downsides but nothing is going inside my head," you sobbed, your eyes closing up and the tears running down thicker and faster than all the waterfalls you visited in your life.

Loki looked at you before shifting his gaze between Peter and his winged bot in his hands. Coming back to you, he gave you his hand. "Come with us," his words more of a command and less of a wish, "we're going to fly Peter's invention."

You looked at him with third-degree confusion crinkled between your brows, about to burst out but not doing so for the God's hand was still out for you. Waiting.

Peter took one- not so discreet- step towards you, breaking the silent conversation of whatever sort of understanding was going on between the two of you to hand you a tissue.

Wiping your tears, and clearing all nose blockage, you dunked the used tissue into the nearest waste bin before taking Loki's hand. Those long and slender fingers wrapped over the back of your palm, helping you up quite effortlessly- not to mention, gracefully.

The camera recorded the two of you walking out, going to the rooftop and testing out Peter's work. Just as time passed, both men could see the difference in you. By the end of the evening, you were laughing your heart out when Peter tried to explain Loki what was the urban meaning of the sentence 'Word'.

Loki was seen smiling as he watched you cackle without care.

Loki: Y/N has no idea how horrendous she looks when she laughs. *chuckles* her mouth open wide, her tongue on the edge of coming out to catch heaven-knows what while she tries to hold her stomach as if it's going to dash somewhere. *chuckles again* And to think that silly woman was worried about some unworthy test that's not even going to matter in the future. *shakes head and rolls his eyes*

Peter was enjoying watching the two, happy and content, playing with his science project when suddenly he felt his brows crinkle right when Loki and you are standing less than a foot together.

"No, dummy, that wire is the reason it is grounded," he heard you tell Loki, who looked at you with shock in his eyes.

"This dummy created a grounding spell when he was twelve. You better start to learn a thing or two about the God you live with, woman."

You looked up at your 'God' with a tilt. "Damn, son. No wonder you're so single with the ice you spit."

"Learn some better metaphors too," Loki quipped without even taking a breath, feeling a slight nudge in his torso as you punched him.

The crinkled brows turned into narrowed eyes looking at the camera.

Peter: Why have we even been trying so hard? *infuriating whisper*

 Next Day

"I did it! I *bleep* did it!" You stormed into the conference hall with the biggest grin slapped on your face, watching the grim faces of the Avengers turn to you and transform into the warmest smiles. Even some hoots and applause.

"That's my girl," Natasha declared, pulling a chair next to her for you to sit down, the smile never leaving her face till you planted your ass in the cosy leather.

"Oh, wait," you suddenly felt your body sit too straight for your comfort, "am I interrupting something?"

"You mean apart from your biological father going on and on about how incompetent everyone in this room is?" Loki added from where he sat, which was the far corner with a witch-hat that had dunce written over it. This did not seem to bother him for he looked two comfortable with his feet resting on another chair as he read a book- this time with a red hardcover. "No, not really."

"Dum-e," Stark's voice announced, making the robot squeak and stroll towards Loki before gassing him with an extinguisher.

You tried your best not to let the laugh escape your mouth.

"We are having a meeting regarding this latent threat. So, if you don't mind please walk out of the door where you came from," Tony ordered you, swinging his fingers towards the door before turning to look at the screen.

"Wait a minute," Scott nearly jumped off his seat, "that's it! Y/N can help us with the mission!"

A whole bunch of 'excuse me', 'wait what', 'you gotta be shitting me,' and 'do you want me to kill you's rose up around the table, definitely taking you by surprise.

"How could I possibly help in a mission?" you stressed the last part so Scott would know what he was talking about.

You: I can barely lie to myself about how much ice cream I’m gonna have in a day and Scott expects me to lie to professional liars and criminals? *raises his arms in disbelief* What?

"No, seriously, just hear me out," Scott stood and begged out loud, trying to calm everyone. "The target knows us all. He has seen our faces and one whiff of us near him and he'll disappear from here before we get a chance to retrieve the shiny thing."

"The pulsator," Steve helped Scott.

"Yes, that thing. Thanks, Cap. So Y/N can be our eyes and ears at the restaurant that we know he is definitely going to visit tonight with his wife, thanks to his crush on the bartender that works there. All she has to do is go there, enjoy and observe while Peter and I take care of the extraction."

"Why can't you two be the eyes and the extraction?" Pietro asked the most obvious question.

"What we if he sees this and develops a crush on me?" Scott pointed out at his bod while Peter pointed at him with a 'true fact' expression.

"Y/N is not going and that's the end of the discussion," Tony declared. Or at least tried to.

"I agree with Scott on this one," Natasha broke the low buzz, nearly giving Tony a stroke. "But," she raised a finger while sitting up straight, stopping whatever dad-rage was about to come out from his mouth, "I'd rather ask Y/N if she'd be open to the idea of doing it."

That's it. All pair of eyes were on you now. Especially Tony's trying to wear you down.

Y/N: And I thought studying basic psychology was mental murder.

"Oh, I'm in," you simply shrugged, taking away twenty years from Tony's life. "Just give me a test run before you send me out in the field."

"You're grounded," Tony announced, making you furrow your brows at him with a layer of pure judgment.

"Oh come on, Tony," Steve smirked, "she's your daughter after all."

"She is not going in there. Not alone at least."

"Loki can go with her," Scott added without skipping a beat, getting the God's attention. "They can uhh...they can play it like they're on a date!"

Clint: *twists his jaw* *narrows eyes* Is this another one of those bets or is Scott just trying to get on my nerves?

Tony: *gazes right into the camera* Right now I am searching ten thousand ways to slowly murder an ant. *taps the phone without looking at it* *phone chimes* *still stares at the camera* Oh look! It says suffocate them in their sleep.

"I'm extremely interested in knowing why Loki and why not Pietro or Wanda?" Tony was genuinely curious, never seeing the coherent groans and shaking heads that filled the room. Even you stretched the corner of your lips and gestured him to cut the topic.

"Pietro had a crush on a Y/N. Y/N didn't like him. I knew all of that the entire time." Wanda practically picked up the baggage and threw it smack into Tony's face."

Tony: *shocked eyes looking at a distant void* Suddenly I feel Pepper saw what I could never see. And to think *pause* all this time I was worried about frat houses.

Pepper: Oh! Don't put this on this me! *raises her hands in question with crinkled brows* I was worried about her staying with people sharing three brain cells that are solely made for fighting. And those brain cells belong to Natasha, Wanda and Steve. *nods* Probably.

He gave Pietro a 'the audacity of this bitch' look. "You know what, I'll go with Y/N," he finally concluded. According to him.

"Tony, stop being such a whiner," Natasha broke the wave of authority Tony clearly was riding on, justly, "Y/N is an adult who can act her age during the mission and that's all we want her to do. We will obviously be standing by in case anything goes wrong. Loki will be going with her because thanks to you and Fury no one has any shred of evidence of his existence now. No one would even look at them twice while you have a tendency to be a magnet in the crowd."

Loki: She's wrong. *scoffs* *nods his head in his defence* clearly she doesn't know how many heads have turned to look at me twice when I twisted them off their shoulders. *smiles contently*

*camera pans out to show Natasha sitting with him, looking at the God with a judgy brow*

Natasha: Only you could interpret that phrase in such a way. *pauses before breaking into a sly smile* I respect that.

Everyone could feel how hard Tony was trying to refrain from breaking his own jaw by the veins showing all over his face and neck. "I'll be keeping an eye on them."

"No," Steve and Natasha blurted in unison. "You are staying out of this one before you start making it personal," the black widow, announced.

"I'll be fine, Mr Stark!" you stressed, "Loki'll be with me all the time."

Tony: *nearly breaking the glass with his voice* “flailing his hands wildly* THAT'S EXACTLY THE *BLEEP* SHIT THAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT!!!

"That's if he's okay with it," you interrupted yourself, turning to Loki- forcing others to look at him too- to find out his thoughts.

Loki: *counting on his fingers one by one* Going on a covert mission, getting out of this godforsaken place, getting the chance to finally at least punch someone in the face, *faces with camera with innocent wonderment* all the while getting to piss off Stark and Barton because I will be with the former's daughter? *slowly wrecks up the evilest grin* Well, isn't that a ball!

Tony: *his hand on his heart* Friday! Check my vitals! *turns back to camera* I can feel him scheming right this second. *turns his gaze away to the door* there is no way I'm leaving my daughter alone with him.

*camera pans out to a very calm and very pregnant Pepper reading something*

Pepper: *clicks tongue, still engrossed in her Tycoon magazine* Sweetie he's alone with your daughter practically every time you aren't in the room.

Tony: *eyes go white while he turns seven shades whiter before looking at his wife* What, are you trying to kill me?

Pepper: *still doesn't look up* oh, get over yourself.

 Mission Night

"Everyone check your comms," Natasha's voice crackled in Steve's ears, who was dressed rather casually for himself in a black leather jacket over a white shirt and blue jeans. Wanda, on the other hand, was all black, laid back in her seat inside the surveillance van.

Wanda: *smiling* Ooooh! Someone's dressed to hold hands!! *giggles*

"Is the Raven and kitten ready?" Steve asked in the comms.

The click of the door turned the camera to show Natasha stepping in. "They're ready," she announced before checking Steve out. "Oh!" she whistled, "looks like someone is buying a lady some Virgin Mojito tonight."

Steve crinkled his brows before realising what was going on.

"Really?" he flatly spewed at Nat.

"And then maybe ask her if he could get her a cab since she didn't have a car," Wanda added matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yes," Nat continued, sitting down on the empty chair, "and then leaving her at the front of her house and telling her to lock all the doors and windows because ‘this ain’t the good neighbourhood ma’am’, giving her a salute and walking away."

Giggles burst out through Wanda while Steve twisted his jaw and rolled his eyes at his ladies.

"Shut up," he simply cut, looking at nothing in particular in the screen in front of him.

"Okay, but why am I the kitten? Kitten?! Really?" your voice broke through the comms, making the captain smile eventually.

"'Cause you are cute but dangerous," Nat spoke with a motherly intent. "Now go get those bad guys for us." And just like that, she switched her warm tone to a freezing one, "Loki."

"Icy," Loki's voice commented monotonously before clearing his throat, "Are you sure you want me to go in, Captain?"

He almost brought the worry lines over Steve's forehead. "I might kill a few men, women and allies with just my looks."

A crssh and crash followed by barely audible curse echoed through the comms.

"Did he crash into a bin?" Steve whispered to Nat, who shook her head. “Must be our extraction guys. Wait, is Tony listening into this?”

"Scott, Peter. What's your twenty?" Steve posed the question.

"Yeah, sorry," Scott answered, "I think that was me. We're in position. Playing the best servers at the minimum wage we're being paid."

"He's here," Steve announced it more for himself, "all right. Positions, everybody. Y/N, Loki...go."

.

*The cameras planted inside the restaurant captured everything in HD because Tony wouldn't want anything less than a 4k resolution for watching bad guys being taken down by his team*

The subtle light bouncing off the bricked walls inside the restaurant gave it a quaint touch, something way too sophisticated and warm for what they were about to witness.

The speakers playing soft jazz crackled without a warning to softly go 'la la la' before breaking into the heavy beats accompanied by the two figures entering the space.

And suddenly, everything went slow.

*When I popped off then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw

Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada

Bankroll so low I got nothing else that I can withdraw

Ran out the door*

Loki entered the space in his most casual yet somehow scintillating apparel of a black henley hugging him, showing away the muscles no one thought he had.

The cameras caught Wanda and Natasha's brows going up as they leaned in- quite in sync- towards the screens to see the perfect cuts on his biceps that were teasing every looker. Steve really had to look at them twice to believe they were looking at Loki in a new light. Now that henley would have been enough, but the black jeans perfectly curving his toned ass really added to the mix, making both the red-heads turn to eye each other and give a knowing smile, all the while Steve pressed his lips, sighed and let his head drop.

*I shine my wrist it go like shashasha, shashasha

I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala*

You walked by Loki's side, the camera panned in on you to show your thigh-high sundress painted in yellow flowers drowning in red, your legs exposed to lights, soaking them in, your arm locked in Loki's while the other one let your hair fly free.

Eyes flew towards the two of you- well, mostly Loki- as glasses tipped, spoons clattered, women forgot to breathe, men bonked themselves into walls and the allies drowned in that dapper energy the God just threw off like breathing out carbon dioxide.

*I shine my wrist it go like shashasha, shashasha

I got your bitch singing like lalala, lalala

How I stride like that?*

The music suddenly died, the cameras panning in on Peter standing by the audio controls in one corner while Scott stood next to him with the plug in his hand. "He deserves better than that. They deserve better than that," Scott stressed in a whisper to Peter, who was still stunned by the intro song cut short, "not that this wasn't...kewl."

 Peter raised his brows at Scott. "Kewl? Really? Kewl? That's how you think the youngsters talk?"

The manager walked by glaring at the two dressed as servers. Scott giving him a 'hey how ya doin' smile.

Scott shushed him to see what Loki and you were doing.

The God was clearly basking in the attention he was getting. You, on the other hand, seemed...

You: Of course, I love attention. Who doesn't? *smiles before licking her lips and feeling that smile disappear* Who doesn't love it when people keep staring at you to question if you have something on your face? *smiles again, but this time it's forced* But then it turns out it's just your face!

"Wow," you muttered as you sat down by Loki's side, the camera panning over to your target right behind you- a man in a blue suit, clean-cut beard and soft blonde hair going back- showing the close proximity in which you were sitting, "people are really not buying we could be together."

Loki settled beside you, looking at you in some deep thought before asking, "Would you like to sell it?" You shrugged. "Sure. I always wanted to be an actor," you whispered, leaning in close and touching his chin with your finger, making Loki smirk devilishly. The camera did not miss the woman and man sitting at two separate tables looking at the two of you with such intensity- and quite possibly, jealousy. While the man practically stabbed the table with his fork, the woman cracked the glass of champagne in her hand.

Loki- it seemed- could see everything going around him without even seeing. "Well, Miss Girlfriend," he sang softly, leaning closer to you, his cold breath tickling the hairs on your face, "you seem to be getting a lot of negative attention just by breathing right next to me."

"Hmm," you tilted your head and hummed, taking a swig of water without increasing the distance, "I can surely feel their stare on my back, boyfriend. They are willing to kill me just to get a whiff of you."

"Well, why don't we give them more reason to spell murder on their hands?" he spoke softly before extending his arm behind you, wrapping you in his side.

"Comfy?" he asked. You nodded, trying to suppress a smile. "Smooth raven," you muttered.

A thwack was heard followed by Loki cursing under his breath as he retrieved his arm from behind you for both of you to watch the back of his hand go through a light bruise before quickly disappearing.

"Oh, I am sorry, mister," an old man with a grey beard, fine lines and judgy eyes, dressed in a funky beach shirt and jeans. "I thought you were trying to strangle this beautiful dame."

"No, he wasn't?" you shook your head in confusion at the old man.

Old man: *looking directly at the camera* *in his authoritative old man voice* that's what all men want you to think. *camera starts panning in* don't zoom on my face *stops and slowly pans out*

"Okay, kitten," Natasha's voice crackled through the comms, "the ant and the spider are approaching the target."

You turned towards the man in question, observing him for a good second before turning to the woman sitting with him. "That is one stunning piece of jewellery you have there."

The woman turned to watch your gaze right at her sapphire bracelet. "Why, thank you! My husband bought it from me," she cooed, looking at their target.

"Too bad my darling isn't amused by stones," Loki chimed in, shifting his hand over yours before grazing it softly and letting your fingers intertwine, "otherwise I would have gotten her something...out of this world. Something worth...infinity and beyond."

You: *evidently not being able to breathe* *licks her lips* *tries to talk normally but all that comes out is a whisper* damn! He's a pro!

 Scott: Is it just me or does Loki look effortlessly hot tonight? *turns to watch Loki planted casually in his seat, leaning towards your ear to say something that makes you smile so wide that you have to bite down on your lips* *camera pans out to show Scott glowing* So hot! *creases brows* Of course, full homo! Even Hope knows that.

"Your wife is a very lucky woman," the man finally spoke, taking you by surprise.

"Son of a beee-" a staggering shout came from behind your table. Both you and Loki- along with your target and his company- turned to see the same old man making quite the ruckus, pausing only when he realised all eyes were on him and pointing to the stage.

The piano and trumpet introduced a beat and in came a man in full leather on the stage with his back to the audience, the microphone on ready.

I went down to the river and lost my mind

I said Lord won't you save me just one last time

Thought I told ya'

I was looking for a sign

"Wait, I know that voice," you uttered loud enough for only Loki to hear.

"Son of a-" Nat's voice crackled over the comms before the lights shone about the slick face of Clint Barton swinging and singing on the stage all the while glaring at Loki with a death stare, almost hissing the song through his teeth.

Had it once wonder if I would get it twice

Peace of mind only comes in the afterlife

Thought I told ya'

I was looking for a sign

"Oh," Loki rolled his eyes, "you have got to be joking. Romanoff!"

"Ignore him," Steve ordered, "eyes on the prize. Y/N."

You got up just when Peter the server was 'passing by', to collide with him and have your dress ruined by whatever liquid he was carrying.

Like any villainous gentleman, Mr Target got up and offered his handkerchief to you, asking you if you were okay. Mrs Target, just as quickly she'd gotten jealous, felt sparks when Loki took her hand in assurance.

"It's all right," Loki reassured her, "I'll take care of her."

The woman was growing ten shades of red as she watched Loki give her his signature smile, making her melt right there.

What neither part of the target couple caught was Scott taking advantage of the dim light, you and Loki to swap the man's phone and wallet, hiding it no-one-knows where.

.

The Red Velvet Van

"I got it! I got it!" Scott barged into the van wheezing.

Nat took the phone from him, already cloning it. "You look like you ran a marathon."

"Yeah," Scott huffed, standing straight finally, "my manager's gonna fire me any second so...woah! Do you have a date tonight, Cap? Gonna hang out at a diner? Grab some shakes and do the twist?"

Wanda did a really loud ‘ha-haaa’ while Nat just gave Steve an 'I told you so' look.

"Here, take it back and keep an eye on Clint," Natasha ordered Scott, getting a salute in return before the van's door closed behind him.

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Inside the Restaurant

The old man too had joined the little mayhem caused on Mr Target's table, accidentally smacking his hand when he tried to grab your arm and ask you if you were okay.

"Hey grandpa," Mr Target nearly shouted in the old man's face, "are you blind?"

The old man looked at him with subjective eyes before muttering, "Not yet, no. I can still see your wife trying to flirt with her friend."

You and Target turned to watch Mrs Target laughing out loud while grabbing Loki's arm every chance she got.

"Babe," you raised your voice just enough for Loki to hear you over Clint's aggressively teasing music, "I'll go to the washroom to clean this out."

The camera caught Scott coming back, smoothly keeping the phone on the table before grabbing the old man. "Let me help you back to your seat, sir," he stressed, nearly running into Loki's back, pushing him into you.

Loki grabbed you by the waist in order to not fall over you- neither of you noticed the shriek that left Clint and the bewildered 'what? WHAT?!' that left the old man- wrapping his other arm around your upper back.

"You want me to come with you?" he asked rather seriously.

"No, I'm good," you assured him with a nod and a smile, all the while the camera capturing the hesitant jealousy steaming up inside Mrs Target as she watched the two of you get so intimate.

Loki let his hand drop from your back to take your hand in his, never losing his eye contact with you. Bringing your hand closer to his lips, he planted a light kiss on the back of your hand. "Come back fast," he requested ever so softly, leaving you without words for a few seconds before you remembered how to blink.

Neither of you noticed Clint's 'son-of-b****' off the mic as he jumped off the stage, walking towards the two of you before being carried away but a young brunette boy soothing him with a 'there, there. Shhh, let's go outside and shoot some arrows, okay? Yes, the spider is clearly stronger than the hawk tonight."

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The Lounge

"We got the location of that Pandora's box Pulsator. Friday is checking out the geography of the location where it's stacked. Vision said he'll pick it up on his way back from another mission."

"Wait," Sam interrupted Natasha, stopping in his swivel chair with a dramatic pause, "when did Vision go on a mission?"

Peter arched his brow before leaning towards Scott. "Can you say that fast? When did Vision go on a mission?"

And so began the whispering battle of saying the phrase as fast as possible.

"Last night," Wanda joined the conversation, "he wanted to get some special paprika," she ended with a knowing smile, clearly meant for the boys to stop talking and start smiling.

"Dayum," Sam stressed with his little high pitched voice, "that AI is finally getting the hang of it, isn't he?"

"Speaking of getting the hang of it," you spoke from the couch, sprawled on it lazily while Loki sat on the floor, curiously looking at Peter trying to teach him, Steve and Bucky how to play Cards Against Humanity, "somebody looked like they were ready to take their first date to second base."

Steve looked up to watch every set of eyes looking at him with a devilish smile.

"Sure, if by second base you mean eating greasy burgers at a hilltop and talking about how expensive the nearest city is," Clint added as he entered the lounge.

"Says the man who kept being a cockblocker the entire night," Steve did not even miss a beat, leaving everyone to gasp and shriek senseless.

Sam: *Bucky and Peter sitting next to him* I don't know whether to hoot for that comment Clint throw or shriek at Steve throwing a f*****g perfect comeback.

Bucky: *guffaws* I'm just surprised he knows what cockblock means!

Peter: I know!!!! *laughs*

Sam: *looks at Peter in confusion and laughs at him*

Bucky: *pauses mid-laugh* *tilts his head to look at some invisible void, his face still plastered with that paused laugh*

Sam: *looking at Bucky* you don't know it either, do ya?

Bucky: *without missing a beat* Nope.

"What?" Clint nonchalantly poured himself some whiskey, "I was a distraction. Or should I say...main attraction," he grinned at the eyes rolling at him.

"Hey, great job tonight, Y/N," Natasha scruffled your hair, gathering affirmed 'yeah's through the lounge.

"Thanks, guys. It wasn't much though. All I had to do was...be there."

"Cool," Nat smiled at you before morphing her face into a serious one, "now tell me honestly. Did he do anything inappropriate with you? 'Cause I'll drive to his place and break his bones right now if he did."

"Wow, no, thank you so much, Nat. I really appreciate it. But no, he didn't do anything. Loki was there with the whole time. He was a good distraction for our bi target."

Scott: *suggestively sings* Distraction? Or should I say 'Main Attraction'! *arches his brows repetitively while smiling hella wide*

"All right, now you off you go," Nat patted you on your back, forcing you to get up and walk towards the dorms, "go get some sleep and remove all the tiredness from your exam week."

You went off to the dorms while the rest of the gang sat down on the floor to play Cards Against Humanity.

"Javier," Nat pointed at the boy behind the camera, "come with me for a sec."

Both of them got inside the elevator, rode to the first underground level and got out to walk into the direction where the overhead dim lights led them.

"Sir, you have company," the duo heard from across the glass wall where Tony sat amidst an ocean of holograms of information.

Nat clicked the door open to let the camera see Tony swipe away everything with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, you're not allowed here," Tony said, not looking at Nat or camera. "This is my holy ground. So, off you go."

"Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just gathering evidence. Next time wear a better disguise," Nat dropped the bomb on Tony, who sat there puckering his lips at the air for what could be said was a considerably long while for Tony Stark.

"I was gonna go for something Sherlock-y but Pepper says I get very method and it destroys the mood," he finally spoke.

"She's old enough to take care of herself, Tony. Not to mention she had me looking out for her all the time," Nat had her arms crossed across her chest now.

"Why is Javier here?" he looked behind the camera.

"Like I said, gathering evidence to blackmail you in the future. She is just starting to get to know you, Tony. Do you really want to sabotage the father-daughter relationship even before it begins?"

Silence falls over the wide space that is broken only by Dum-e's whirring as he looks between Nat and Tony before turning towards the camera.

"I just want to protect her, Nat," Tony sighed, dropping his hands on his lap. "I just want to protect her from all the bad in this world. And you know why."

"I know," she replied softly before sitting down next to him, "but that doesn't mean you won't let her experience anything out of your comfort zone. And Loki is not bad. You know this better. You travelled to space and met some really weird creatures."

"That's true actually."

"Give him a chance too. He's done nothing yet that would tell us otherwise. And if he ever would, I have stacked up on that alien juice in my poison dart for a reason."

"Sometimes I truly wonder why do you hang out with Rogers. He doesn't deserve a friend like you."

Natasha chuckled and got up.

"Yeah, yeah. Steve tells me the same about you," she commented as she walked away, signalling Javier to follow her.

"Find that old man a date, Nat."

"Go back to your wife, Tony. You need to sleep."

"Right."

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"For the last time, Peter, the Leaning Tower of Pisa isn’t an example of erectile dysfunction," Scott stressed as him, Peter and Loki walked back to the dorms with their respective cups of hot tea.

"Is this another one of your meme things?" Loki asked.

Before Peter could answer, your door opened and you came out devoid of makeup, your hair tied up- still messy- dressed in your overused shirt and shorts.

"Oh, yes!" you whispered in content, taking Loki's mug from his hand to blow on it before taking a careful swig.

"Hey," Loki ordered, "that's mine!"

"But what's yours is mine, fake boyfriend," you sang ever so innocently, never catching the fistbump that happened behind Scott and Peter's back.

Loki looked at you with furrowed brows before arching his good brow at you. "Oh, if that's the case then you're mine, fake girlfriend."

You looked at him for a moment before going 'cool'. "I've got two assignments, one mini project for the break and three appointments to make. Do them by the end of the day tomorrow since I am all yours, fake darling," you suggested, taking another swig.

Loki opened his mouth to speak something to shut you up and get your cup back while simultaneously you got on your toes, turned to his one side and planted a light kiss on his cheek.

"Good night fake babe," you signed off softly, giving him back his cup and walking back into your room, leaving Scott and Peter more notably befuddled that Loki.

Scott: *water at the edge in his eyes* *whispers* this is it. Peter, this is it.

Peter: *nods at Scott and turns to the camera* *whimpers* why is this so much better than a Disney movie?

Scott: *sniffles* Because it ain't canon. It's real life baby!

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Chapter 5: The bugs and the cats

Summary:

Everything that happens after the first battle against akumas, seems to be... fated. From standing out against bullies to starting patrol, our famous heroes will have so much to do from now on. Adrienne and Mari fall in love with Marin and Adrien, the boys begin a relationship where one looks out for the other since they don't completely trust each other, even if they feel like comrades when they are transformed. The girls develope a great friendship, in and out of the mask.

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-In front of the school-

"So by the time we got there, it was all over. We're way bumped" complain the reporter twins. "Don't worry, you'll get your scoop eventually" comforts them Mari. "You're right. Next time: Ladybug, an exclusive interview" says Alya. "Ooohhh, sounds exciting" says Mari. "Even better, finding out who's behind Lordbug's mask" says Alen. "Uh-huh, I'd look at that one" agrees Marin.

As the four of them enter to school, a limo with two bodyguards, a secretary and two displeased teenager models parks in front of the building, letting the models look at the school while talking via videoconference with their father.

"You disobeyed me Adrienne and Adrien" says Gabriel, clearly disappointed. "Take a look at that school". "Yes father" say the twins. "You will never, I say never, go back here again" declares the man. "Father n-" begin the twins. "Without your bodyguards, that is. They will drop you off and pick you up every day. Nathalie has offered to organise your new schedules. You'll be continuing your music, dancing, fencing and Chinese classes and your photo shoots" "Thank you Nathalie, thank you father!" says Adrien excited and gets out of the car. "Thank you so much Nathalie!" says Adrienne as she hugs her father's assistant. "And of course, thank you father" says before getting out of the car.

-Marinette side-

As they enter, Marinette comes up with an idea.

"No, wait" says as she goes to the seat she's always been sitting until now and makes a hint for Alya to sit first.

The reporter gives her a smug grin and sits with her as Nino's smile brightens a bit.

"Uh, you’re in the wrong seats. Go on, get lost" says Chloe as she enters the classroom, making a cue for the girls to go ack to the seats Chloe put them on. "All that's necessary for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing" says Mari proudly. "And what is that supposed to mean?" asks the blonde. "It means that I'm not putting up with your crap anymore Chloe. And neither is anyone else in this classroom so take your attitude and go on, get lost!" says Mari as everyone laugh at Chloe. "Good job girl, I see you listened to my advice" says Alya, proud of her friend. "It's all thanks to you Alya" says Mari.

Adrien enters the class and salutes Nino and the girls, but Mari turns her head pissed.

"Dude, you want to make friends right? Well, go talk to Marinette, about the chewing gum" tells Nino to Adrien. "But what should I say?" "Just be yourself"

-Marin side-

They enter to the class and automatically take a seat where Marin had been sitting for years, as they previously had planned.

"What are you doing there bread head? Get lost" says Cleón as he enters. "I'm sitting on my place rich boy. All that's needed for evil to lose, is for good people to do stuff" says Marin. "The f*** is that supposed to mean?" ask the blond. "That I'm never putting up with your crap again. And neither will do anyone else around here, so get lost douchebag" replies Marin, making everyone laugh at Cleón. "You little sh-" begins Cleón. "Cleón, if you value our friendship you certainly won't do what you are about to do. And obviously you will never try to bully anyone here" says Adrienne, as she enters to the class. "But Adrienne-" "No buts. Also, the teacher's almost here, if you need an incentive to put down the war axe and take a seat NEXT to me" says the model girl as she sits down. "Damn, girl. I know I told you that if you wanted friends, Marin was the best to begin with, but with that, you'll have tons of friends in no time" says Nina. "Hey" says Marin. "Thanks for helping us out Adrienne, I hope we get along" says with a bright gentle smile. "No problem" says Adrienne, turning a bit red. "Aaaah, the angel charms work marvellous as always~" teases her Nina. "Oh, shut it girl or I'll might hug you to death" says Adrienne and both laugh.

After the lesson, they're told that they are getting a free hour, so they can go home an hour earlier. It's pouring outside and Adrienne just realizes that she forgot her umbrella at home. A gentle hand pokes her back and she turns to see Marin.

"You're going to catch a cold if you keep so close to the rain" says Marin. "Here, use my jacket, I leave nearby so I don't really need it" "Marin, I can't take this... It's yours. Besides, I need to tell you something. I lied to you." says Adrienne, feeling a bit guilty. "Are you perhaps talking about the oil incident? Because I know you didn't pour the oil, that's Cleón trade mark. Plus, Mylo told me everything and I pressed Nina a bit to tell me why you lied" "You're at the same time incredible and terrifying" says Adrienne. "I can't truly deny that" admits Marin. "But you're right, I was talking about the oil incident. I didn't expect you to forgive me this easily..." says Adrienne. "Well, I may hate Cleón entirely, but I know not everyone is like him. You've proven so far to be kind and gentle, why shouldn't I forgive you? There wasn't anything to forgive in the first place." "Thanks Marin" says the girl, turning redder by minute. "No problem Adrienne, see you tomorrow at school" says Marin leaving, but he turns back, pulls off his jacket, leaves it on Adrienne and dashes to his house. "First day at school and you've already managed to get a boyfriend huh?" says Plague. "Oh I wish I did Plague, but for now, I'm happy being his friend" says Adrienne holding Marin's jacket tight.

An old man with an umbrella observes the teenagers from a near coffee shop.

-Mari side-

After the lessons are finally over, Mari gets out as she read a message from his brother telling her that he's already at home. She realizes that is raining and stops before she gets wet because of the rain, hoping that it will stop soon enough. Adrien goes out after her and pulls out his umbrella, but when he sees Mari, he stops and turns to her

"Hey" tries Adrien, getting a pissed hmpf from her as she turns her head away.

He looks down and feels uneasy, wondering how could he ever explain to her what really happened, furthermore, how could he convince her that it truly wasn't his fault? He resigns and opens his umbrella, taking a few steps on the rain, just to stop.

"I just wanted you to know, that I was indeed trying to pull the chewing gum off from your seat. I swear" says Adrien, leaving Marinette with doubts. "I've never been to school before, I've never had real friends. It's all sort of... new to me".

He looks at her, that is starting to realize how wrong she had judged the poor guy, shrugs his shoulders and gives her his umbrella. Mari takes it shyly and keeps looking at him, as it was the first time she saw him, but then the umbrella closes on her and both teenagers share a gentle laugh.

"Well, see you tomorrow" says Adrien heading to the car that's waiting for him, leaving Mari gaping a bit. "Uh-huh. Se you toma- tomo-tomorrow!" stammers Mari. "Wow, why am I stammering?". "Hey! I think I might have an idea about that" says Tikki, teasing Mari a bit.

"First day at school and we already have two lovers" teases Plagg from Adrien's jacket pocket. "Whatever, she's just a friend Plagg" says the boy. "A friend..."

The boy gets in the car and leaves and Mari takes her things from the floor and precedes to head her home, without noticing the figures of an old Chinese man and two floating  little figures watching them.

"Excellent choice master" says Wayzz. "I must say so too" says Weiss. "These two are made for each other, and the other two are so as well" replies the man, caressing his chin beard.

-At the Dupain-Cheng bakery-

Mari gets home quite excited and begins to cuddle her pillow as she downloads a few photos from Adrien's photo shoots. Her brother knocks her door and enters, realizing to late his mistake.

"Oh brother, I have so much to tell you" says a lovestruck Mari. "Uh oh, I don't like where this is going. Did you fall in love by chance?" asks Marin. "How did you know? Did the miraculous give you mind-reading powers?" says Mari. "No, but you have the word LOVE written all over your face. So c'mon, tell me who's the lucky guy". "Well, don't laugh, but it's Adrien Agreste" says shyly Marinette. "He's WHO?!" asks Marin bewildered. "Adrien Agreste. He's in my class. I thought he played me a prank this morning, but he's been trying to apologize all day, until I finally listened to him. He was actually-" "Trying to fix whatever prank Chloe did to you, didn't he?" "Marin, you're scaring me now. How do you know that?" says Mari, taking a few steps back. "Because something very similar happened to me, thought I didn't fall in love with Adrienne Agreste" explains Marin. "Oh, did Cleón put a chewing gum on your seat?" asks the girl. "No, he did pour oil over my seat thought, and she tried to clean it with her hanky, so I'm cleaning it before I return it to her" "Sounds like we both had a rough day, with the Bourgeoise and the akumas. Which reminds me, we have to meet with our partners at the Trocadero at midnight" reminds him the girl. "I can't wait for it! Our partners are so amazing! Did you see how badass and confident does Kitty when she’s fighting? She's so awesome" says Marin lovingly. "SO you were lecturing me for falling for a model, but you go and fall for a masked girl. For all we know, she could be different outside the mask" reprimands him Mari. "Oh, come on sis. You have met her and see her fight, you know she's wonderful. But I haven't met your so beloved charming prince yet and I don't know if I could ever trust him" says Marin. "For your information, he gave me his umbrella when he saw I didn't have one" defends herself the girl. "So what? I gave my jacket to Adrienne because she would catch a cold otherwise. It's called being a gentleman, but that doesn't means he's a good guy" "Oh, shut it brother, you say that because you haven't heard him apologising all day for something he didn't do!" says her. "Well, if you love him so much why don't you confess to him tomorrow morning?" dares her Marin. "Why don't you confess to Kitty if you love her that much?" defies him Mari. "She wouldn't fall for an ordinary guy like me, I know it's a one-sided love" "Well, the same happens to me, so you can't criticize me for it. Now, if you let me, I'm going to talk it with my pillow" says the girl, pushing her brother outside of her room.

-At the Agreste manor-

Adrien arrives to the manor and begins to scan his new schedule, noticing that he must go to his dancing lessons in about ten minutes. He rushes to get changed and dashes to the ballroom. After the lessons, his sister and him are allowed to do nothing else for the day, so they roam off to their rooms.

"How was your day sis? I made two friends today!" says Adrien excited to her sister's door. She opens and lets him enter. "No way, I made two friends too. Their names are Nina Lahiffe and Marin Dupain-Cheng" says the girl excited as well. "Really? My friends are Nino Lahiffe and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Do you think they're related?" "Of course they are, you dummy. Out of curiosity, how's this Marinette girl? Is she cute?" asks Adrienne. "I don't know, most of the day she was mad at me, but I guess she is? Why the sudden interest?" "Nothing!" lies the girl as she turns as red as Lordbug jacket. "Does it perhaps have something to do with Marin?" asks Adrien, as he notices a boy's jacket on his sister. "Hey, whose is that jacket?" "Jacket? Which jacket? I don't have a jacket, I've never seen a jacket!" says nervously Adrienne. "No way, is from a guy isn't it? And you like him!" "Noooooo, I don't know what you're talking about bro" says sweating the girl. "Sis, I've clearly seen the jacket, and I know it's from a boy. Confess, who's your lucky guy?" The girl sighs as she resigns. "It's Marin's jacket. He gave it to me because he thought I'd get sick from waiting so close to the rain" says as she gently grabs the jacket.  "Don't tell me gave you a hard time" says Adrien remembering his own experience.  "He didn't. He was truly a gentle man to me and he even defend me on class from his friend's misjudgement. He's so kind and selfless" says lovestruck Adrienne. "Yeah sure, I'll believe that when I see it with my own eyes. He might be doing that just because who you are, it wouldn't be the first time". "He didn't know who I was when he defended me. When his friend tried to tell him, Marin told him that he didn't care who I was, that it was my first day and no one would like to be accused on their first day at school. I- I know he might just want to get close to me because I'm an Agreste, he wants to be a designer, but I can't decide with who I fall in love okay?" says Adrienne, beginning to cry because she feels as if she's just a trophy doll. "I'm sorry sis. I shouldn't have said that" says the boys as he hugs her.

-At the Trocadero-

It was near midnight when the cats landed on the Chaillot palace's rooftop and sit to wait their buggy partners. The cat girl was still a bit down because of her brother's word, but she tries her best to cheer up before their partners arrive. Then, almost at midnight, the bug heroes arrive, landing on the gardens as expected from a duo of bugs. They look around, searching for their partners, who see them first and race towards them, Kitty winning the race.

"Fancy meeting you here, my Lord, my Lady" says Chat doing a bow. "What can these stray cats do for you in such a beautiful night?" "Oh stop that Chaton, we're not here to play" says Ladybug with a gentle smile. "First of all, we want to apologize. We pushed you two onto a promise you didn't even agree" says Lordbug. "You don't have to worry about that my Lord, we cats will protect Paris with all our might, this is our home after all" says Chat. "Is Kitty okay with it thought? Also, are you alright? You two seem to be a bit down" says Ladybug, worried about her partner. "Yes, I'm fine. I was a bit lost in my thoughts, don't mind me" says Kitty. "If you say so, I'll believe you" says Ladybug with a gentle smile. "Now, let's talk about the hero stuff". "We've thought that we should go periodically on patrol at night. Since akumas can possess people because of their negative emotions, people who've been robbed and similar would be an easy target for akumas" explains Lordbug. "And aside from that, we've been thinking of splitting teams to fight against akumas when there's just an akuma. Having a rotating system to both patrol and fighting akumas would let us have rest" continues Ladybug. "The rotating system we thought of is very simple. Each of us will do patrol for two weeks and then switch with their twin. Furthermore, the weeks will be divided so each of us works a week with one twin and the next week with the other" finishes Lordbug. "Wow, I'm utterly impressed. My Lady, my Lord, you're geniuses! With this, not only will be able to work with everyone, but also, we'll get periodical rests an we'll be protecting Paris like superheroes do in comics!" says Chat excited. "Nerd down brother. I've got to admit thought, the patrolling system sounds appealing" says Kitty. "Then we just need to decide who will begin and who will follow. Since it's the first time, one of us will have patrol for a single week this time" says Ladybug. "I think Kitty should get the only week of patrol. Even if she says she's fine, she doesn't seems to be at her best" says Lordbug. "I agree with that" says Chat. "Then she'll have this week patrol, and if no one minds, I'll patrol with her" says the bug girl, without getting any complaints. "Well then, we'll begin patrolling". "Wait!" says Chat. "Wouldn't it be wise if we share our secret identities? We could have an advantage in some sticky situations and it would be easier for us to contact the others in case of a problem" "Chat, while I do agree with the points you've made, I don't think it wise to do so. First, revealing our identities could led us to a lot of problems in battle. Second, if one of us would be akumatised, our identities would be compromised and our friends and families would be in danger. And last but not least, if we knew our identities, it would be easy to have a slip and reveal ourselves to some civilians, putting again our loved ones in danger. I'm sorry chaton, but for now, we can't afford to reveal ourselves. Maybe one day, when Hawk Moth is defeated, we'll be able to, but not now" says Ladybug. "You've heard her brother, you'll have to wait a bit for putting your charms to work. For now, goodbye, we girls have a patrol to do!" says Kitty, before the girls leap away.

After the girls are no longer in sight, Chat Noir and Lordbug let out a big sigh and sit down.

"Guess we both got dumped by our own sisters" says Lordbug. "You're right my Lord. No offense, but I'd like to have spent a bit more time with the girls" "None taken, I'd like that too" says the bug. "Actually, now that I think about... My Lord, this mangy cat has something to ask you". "Shoot". "Is your sister dating someone?" asks Chat carefully. "She's not, though there's a guy she has a crush on" says Lordbug. "Do you fancy my sister Chat?" says the red clad hero, wiggling his eyebrows. Chat gulps. "Yes, I do. I don't care who's behind that mask, I love her. How could someone not love a girl who despite having insecurities, does her best and fights bravely with such grace as her?" "I see. I guess we're similar in some ways then" "What do you mean?" Lordbug tenses up a bit and turns red. "I guess I have to tell you, since you've been sincere with me. I've fallen in love with your sister Chat" "You've what?" says Chat a bit alarmed, but then he calms himself and faces Lordbug. "What do you like from her?" "Where to begin? She's brave and selfless. Unlike me, who was also uncertain when facing Stoneheart for the first time, she was so focused fighting them without doubts. And despite being so strong and graceful, she's doesn't brag about her. How could I not fall for someone like her?" "Heh, it's a relief to hear that. For a moment, I thought you knew our identity and were trying to use her. You see, we're quite famous people and she has been used by a gold digger before. That's why I don't quite accept anyone to woo her. But your feelings seem to be pure. I'd gladly accept you, but I have to warn you, she also has a crush on a boy in her class. I don't know him, but I fear she'll be hurt again". "You're telling me that you two are famous? Wow, now I can only think how modest you two are, I know of very few people who don't brag about themselves". "Thanks my Lord". "Hey Chat". "Yes?" "We both want to protect our sisters from harm, don't we?" "Duh, of course". "And we both like the other's sister". "I think so, I'm not in your mind". "How about we become comrades? Think about it. I know you'd take care of my sister, so why don't I help you win my sister's heart?" "And since I know I could trust you my sister, I'd be helping you to conquer her heart! Great idea my Lord!" says the overexcited alley cat. "From now on we'll be love comrades, fighting to protect our sisters" says Lordbug, raising his fist a bit. "And to conquer their hearts!" says Chat, bumping the fist of Lordbug and sealing their friendship. "Wow, I never thought I'd be saying all this" says Lordbug. "Not when everyone dear to me is going to suffer anyway" thinks to himself. "Neither did I! I've basically spent my whole life trapped at home, so I've never thought I would ever meet an amazing girl and even fall in love" "Chat, mon comrade, that's depressing to say out loud. And it may end up revealing your identity too, so just talk about it with me. I really don't have much identity trouble and you really seem to need someone to talk to. Thought my sister better not finds out or she's going to skin me alive and make a purse with my skin". "Thanks Lordbug" says Chat laughing a bit. "I'll also be here if you need something my Lord" says doing an overexaggerated bow. "Thanks, it will be a plus to have someone to talk to, because this mask does really makes me free of all civilians worry". "I know right?! My sister told me that it was also a responsibility, but the freedom you have because no one will tell you how to behave or what to do is incredible". "Well, for me is another type of freedom. You see, I've been suffering for quite the time because some people try to make my life insufferable. But this mask throws it all away, nobody knows who am I". "Wow, are you okay?" asks Chat a bit worried. "Not really and I don't know if I should really be telling you this, but I guess I kind off know it's right to tell you" "I know what you mean. I kind of felt the same and told you about my home life" "Well, guess we'll have one more thing to be comrades for right?" asks Lordbug. "Yes, aside from our sisters thought" "Yeah, aside from our si... Merd*!" exclaims Lordbug. "Our sisters! They'll be back any minute and they'll totally kill us if they find us here!" "Shoot you're right! See you in three weeks or less!" says Chat, already leaping away.

-Girls side-

The superheroines jump from roof to roof, silently thinking how can they break the awkward silence there's been between them since they started patrolling. They have already cleared most of Paris and their patrol is going to end soon without them even speaking if the girls don't hurry and find a chance to say something. A bit tired, they stop near their school. When Kitty sees the school, she smiles a bit. Ladybug notices that and smiles as she sees an opening to finally break the ice.

"You seem to like the school huh?" says Ladybug. "I do! I've been homeschooled forever until recently that I began to come here! It hasn't been so many days, but there's a lot of stuff that has happened" says Kitty. "Wait. You go to this school?" asks Ladybug surprised. "Kitty, that's giving hints of your civilian self". "Oh. I'm sorry, I got excited" says Kitty with her cat-ears down. "Well, I guess it's only fair if I've give you a hint too, don't you think?" says Ladybug, giving Kitty a gentle smile. "Really?" says Kitty, cheering up a bit and with sparkling eyes. "Yes. While we shouldn't do it, I don't think it will harm us if we keep it a secret from the boys. So, here's my hint: I also go to this school" "No way. We could be classmates! Well, I don't think so, I don't know any girl with black hair with a touch of midnight blue like you" says Kitty. "By the way, what shampoo do you use? Or perfume, because you smell like strawberries and cookies" "Oh, my shampoo is strawberry-scented, but I live near a bakery so maybe that's the cookies you smell. Wait, how did you even smell it?" asks Ladybug a bit confused. "I'm not sure how it works, but I've got night vision and most of my other senses have enhanced when I'm in costume. I can smell lots of things now and I can also hear lots of stuff. it's a bit strange to be honest" admits the cat girl. "So that's why I've been able to smell flowers and other weird odours. I think I've got this ladybug-like smelling system when on costume" "Pffffffttt, please, don't start eating flowers no matter how well they smell" says Kitty laughing really hard. "I will if you don't bring me any dead animals" replies the bug girl. "That sounds more like my brother" says Kitty giggling. "Definitely, I wouldn't be surprised if he started hissing at akumas or purring out of nowhere". "Hey, my Lady. Have you ever been in love?" asks Kitty suddenly. "Well, I- Ummm... Yes. I have a crush in fact" says Ladybug, blushing under the spotted mask. "I have one too. I realized lately and it's all so new for me. I don't even know how to act with him tomorrow".  "Well, you see Kitty, I’m pretty sure that I can't even face him without blushing or at least, mumble incoherent stuff and I just melt down whenever he smiles" says Ladybug, lovestruck. "You have it really bad then. Thought I think I also have it bad. He gave me his jacket this afternoon so I wouldn't catch a cold and I almost melted down right where I was standing. He's just so sweet and kind to everyone, even to me and he barely knows me" says Kitty. "Yeah, we do have it really bad Kitty. but hey, at least we have each other no? Because certainly our brothers aren't much of help" says Ladybug in a kind of bittersweet tone. "Oh don't even get me started about that! My brother thinks he has to protect me from everything, even from my crush! And he hasn't even met him!" says an exasperated Kitty. "Mine too! He thinks that, because the only rich boy he knows is a jerk, my crush is also going to be a jerk. Well, he doesn't really thinks that, my brother has met his sister and says she's just a sweetheart, but he's wary of him nonetheless". "Well, since our brothers are just the classical overprotective siblings, why don't we forget about them and just chat about some civilian stuff. Without revealing anything of course?" says Kitty. "Kitty Noir, is that the way you're asking me to be your friend?" says Ladybug with a smug smile. "Well, yes. I don't have real experience in making friends, so you could say that" says Kitty ashamed. "Oh don't worry Kitty. I'd love to be your friend" says the bug girl with a bright gentle smile.

Minutes later, the girls decide to continue their patrol, this time talking to each other about anything that comes to their minds, sharing a couple of laughs. After a while, they finish their patrol returning to the Trocadero and sit for a bit before heading home. Ladybug looks at Kitty and sees her gold-like hair flowing with the air with a cheese-like moon behind her and sees why her brother is in love with her. She just seems to be a shiny combination of gold and black, with a side of emerald, as if she came straight from the best painting in the world. Meanwhile, Kitty Noire realizes why her brother is so in love with Ladybug. She sees the bug heroine looking at her, with her two sapphire-like eyes, with the Eiffel Tower shining majestously behind her midnight blue hair, as if she was a beautiful melody that came to life. The two of them begin to respect the other more, since they don't pride on their beauty. At last, the buggy heroine stands up and faces her partner.

"I think it's already time to leave Kitty. I've loved to patrol and talk with you, but there's school tomorrow and we need to rest" says Ladybug. "Well, but of course my Lady, we need our beauty sleep to impress the boys who have unfairly stolen our hearts" says Kitty joking. "I think I need that more than you do Kitty. Anyway, when and where do we meet tomorrow?" "What about ten o'clock at school?" "That works for me. So, see you tomorrow?" says Ladybug. "I hope so my Lady" says Kitty before she leaps away.

-At the front gate-

The designer twins manage to get early to school and they meet with the reporters before they enter the building.

"Hey Marin, hey Marinette. You're early today" says Alen. "Yeah, someone couldn't sleep and drag me along with her" says Marin, giving Marinette a blaming look. "I've already told you I'm sorry thousands of times!" says Mari. "What got you up so early girl?" asks Alya curiously with a big smug grin on her face. "I wonder what could that be" says Mari looking away. "Anyway, Alya and I were thinking of having lunch the four of us together and maybe bringing someone else along, since we're still new around here" says Alen saving Mari. "I'd love to" says Marinette. "We could invite Nino and Adrien" says Alya, making Marinette blush and Marin frown. "Even if he may or may not be a jerk, Adrien's new too". "Alya, he proved me yesterday he's not" says Mari quickly "Yeah, and we could invite Adrienne and Nina" says Alen. "So I can also tell Adrienne I'm sorry for yesterday's behaviour" "That's a good idea man, she may forgive you if you do that" says Marin. "That sounds like a plan to me" says Alya proudly. "We'll be seeing you later then" says Marin, as the part ways to their respective classrooms.

-Adrien side-

Adrien entered to the school excited about a new day, thinking what things they would be doing today and hoping to befriend more people, without even noticing that his sister had walked away to her classroom with her mind on cloud nine too. He enters to the classroom and see's Nino talking with Alya and Mari about something and his smile shines as he remembers the bluenette forgiving him the previous day.

"Hey Nino, hi girls" says Adrien with a bright smile. "Hey dude" says Nino turning to see his friend. "H-Hi Ad-d-d-drien" stutters Mari shyly. "Wow sunshine, keep your glowing beams down or you'll make us blind" says Alya joking as she turns to Mari. "You have truly forgiven him? I thought you didn't even like him and now you're even stuttering" whispers Alya. "Lots of things happened yesterday" says Mari. "Well, anyway it's your decision girl" says Alya. "Oh, b-by the way A-Adrien, I-I have your obrell- I mean umbrella" says Mari, bushing as she hands him his umbrella. "Tha-a-anks for le-lend it yesterday". "No problem Marinette, I'm glad you forgave me yesterday, you seem to be a great girl and I wouldn't want you to hate me" says Adrien. "So you did manage to talk to her huh?" says Nino. "Well, I'm glad the misunderstanding is clear". "Oh, by the way boys, would you like to come and have lunch with us at break? We were thinking to go and have lunch with our brothers, but you can come too. The more the merrier" says Alya. Adrien frowns a bit as he remembers that her sister is in love with Marinette's brother and smiles again quickly to cover it. "I would love that, thanks for inviting us girls" "Sure, it's been a time since I've seen the Angel" says Nino. "Nino, I've told you many times not to call him that. And don't even think of calling me Holy Mari again." says Mari. "Why do you call him Angel? Isn't his name Marin? Or at least, that’s what I think my sister told me" says Adrien confused. "Well, you see bro, this girl here and her brother are just the most kind and sweet students here" explains Nino. "Since they're always trying to be positive and helping everyone, even when the Bourgeoise and the Raincomprix have been making their lifes hell, so people began to call them Angel and Holy Mari". "Wow girl, I knew you're relationship with Chloe was bad, but not that bad" says Alya. "That's nothing compared to what my brother has to put up with every day. Cléon is way worse than his sister when dealing with someone and Sebastian is way ruder than Sabrina" says Mari.

The teacher enters to the classroom and they have to face the board, leaving the conversation on the air and leaving Adrien considering his friendship with the Bourgeoise twins.

-Adrienne side-

Adrienne enters the classroom and her smile brightens as she sees Marin talking with Alen and Nina. She still remembers how he gallantly gave his jacket to her the previous afternoon. Right now, he's just wearing his white T-shirt with a Chinese pink dragon on the right side and his scarlet fit trousers, but Adrienne still can see the dark grey jacket on him, despite that she has it at home. She sits next to Nina and turn towards them.

"Hello Nina, hello boys" says Adrienne. "Hi girl, about time you arrived" says Nina jokingly. "Hello Adrienne, how are you today?" asks gently Marin. "Fine thank you. Thanks for lending me your jacket yesterday, I'll try to return it and your handky as soon as I can" answers Adrienne with a subtle pink shade on her cheeks. "Hello Adrienne. About yesterday... I'm sorry I reacted that way, I didn't let you explain yourself and you didn't deserve it. Can this hopeless reporter ask for forgiveness?" apologizes Alen. "Don't worry Alen, I know you just were trying to defend Marin, I can understand it. And of course, I'll forgive you" says calmly Adrienne. "Thanks Adrienne. Hey, would you and Nina like to come with Marin and me at break and have lunch together along with our adorable sisters?" says Alen. "I'd like it, it's been so long since I've seen Mari. You should come too Adrienne, Marinette is such a sweet, kind and adorable girl, I'm sure you'll be her friend in no time!" says Nina. "I'd love to meet her! I heard about her from my brother Adrien and he also spoke highly about her" says Adrienne excited, without noticing the little frown Marin did as he heard the name Adrien. "I'm actually curious to see how she is like. I'm sure she's as gentle and nice as you Marin". "Well, I can't really deny that, she's loved by everyone who meets her, except for the Raincomprix and the Bourgeoise that is" says Marin proudly. "She even got the nickname of Holy Mari, but she doesn’t quite like to hear that, it's a bit rude for her". "She must be really something then" says Adrienne before the teacher enters and the class starts.

-At lunch break-

The teenagers meet at the hall and after making sure everyone had their packed lunch, they head to the park. When no one was looking, Adrien and Marin look at each other, a bit wary of the other. Meanwhile, Mari, Adrienne, Nina and Alya are talking about random stuff, getting really close to between them. Alen and Nino just follow them a bit close as they talk about videogames and occasionally ask something to Marin or Adrien, who tense up whenever they are asked anything. Finally, they get to the park and they sit down in two benches.

"So," says Alya. "don't you find funny that we're all twins, that all twins are one boy and one girl and that we individually befriended the twin of the person our own twin befriended? Talking about coincidence here". "Well, when you say it like that, I guess you're right girl, it's a bit strange, but since it's not impossible I don't really pay it much attention" says Nina. "Also, it'd be funnier if we liked each others’ twins. Like, if Mari like Adrien and Adrienne liked Marin, that would be hilarious" "Yeah, hahaha, so funny" say Adrienne and Marinette, laughing nervously, which makes Nina and Alya turn their heads to the girls, who look each other in confusion. "No way" says Alya. "That's it, it's clear that I'm a seer, everybody kneel before my powers" jokes Nina. "Marinette? Do you mind if we go to grab a snack?" says Adrienne. "I- Umm..." says Mari, before she looks at the smug grins Nina and Alya have. "Yes, sue, let's go right now!" says and leaves with the model girl. "Hey dude, any ideas what are the ladies talking about?" says Nino from the bench in front of where the girls are eating. "I have no clue man" says Adrien. "Probably superhero stuff. My sister just talks about that later" says Alen. "Well, mine just talks about fashion, but I doubt they're talking about that" says Marin. "Yes, because talking about fashion with a model wouldn't be the best thing to do" says Adrien. "Unless the other one is aspiring to be a designer" replies Marin. "Mari wants to be a designer?" asks Adrien genuinely surprised. "Yeah dud, you should see her designs. She's really good at it. But Marin's designs are pretty neat too" says Nino. "You design?" says Adrien incredibly surprised. "Well yes, we both designs. We kind of hope we both get a good scholarship and after college, we plan to build our own company" says Marin. "And who's your favourite designer?" says Adrien suspicious. "It's Gabriel Agreste, we both really love his designs. Thought, there are lots of others we really like too" says Marin. "What a great thing that now you know his daughter and his son, doesn't it?” asks sarcastically Adrien. "I couldn't care less about that. I'm not a playboy, nor a gold digger. I want to have success for things I've done and not thanks to someone else. Moreover, I don't care who your father is, I just care that no one hurts me or my sister" says Marin, silently challenging Adrien to reply. "Chill dudes, you're not secret rivals or anything, are you?" interrupts them Alen, who's tired of listening them argue. "No we aren't, we're just exchanging thoughts about our dear sisters, aren't we?" says Marin. "Of course" says Adrien.

-With Mari and Adrienne-

"So, you like Marin?" says Marinette. "Yes. And you like Adrien?" says Adrienne. "Yes" answers Mari. "What do you like about my brother?" asks Adrienne having doubts. "Well, I still have to know him better and for now I guess I just have a silly crush, but I fell for him after he spent the whole day trying to apologise for something he hadn't even done. He also lent me his umbrella because I didn't have one" says Mari. "So that's why he didn't have one yesterday. Won't you ask me why do I like Marin?" "Well, I'm a bit curious to be honest. But you wouldn't be the first one who likes Marin, and I can kind of guess already, since he told me about you yesterday" admits Mari. "He talked about me?" says Adrienne excited. "Only for a bit. but he mostly used his actions to show me that Adrien was just being a gentleman yesterday, which I already knew, but I couldn’t help but falling for him". "Heh, you really like him. I'm so glad. Sorry for doubting you, but since we're famous and that, we're always rejecting obsessed fans and gold diggers" "Oh, no. don't worry Adrienne. I understand that, I really do. But, were you just giving me your approval?" says Mari. "Oh- I- Ummm... Yeah, I guess I was" says Adrienne embarrassed. Mari laughs genuinely and pats Adrienne's back. "Don't worry, I give you mine too. You're just so sweet and kind, I know you won't try to hurt my brother" "I would never dare to". "I know, but still. My brother has always been kind of a martyr, suffering all by himself and fearing to love or care about someone, because he doesn't want them to get hurt" says Mari. "Nina told me that to... I really should break up my friendship with the Bourgeoise, they did so many horrible things to him...And to you too" says Adrienne looking down. "Hey, cheer up, it's not your fault. I know you knew nothing about it until recently." cheers her Mari with a kind smile. "Heh, you really are sweet and kind Mari" says Adrienne. "I'm not really. I'm just your average clumsy girl" says Marinette nervously. "No, you're more than that. Maybe I don't know you, but my gut tells me you're an amazing girl. If only that idiotic brother of mine realized that too" "Don't be so harsh on him, he has only seen me angry and shy" says Mari. "My brother on the other hand... I just hope he finds a way to conquer his fears and looks at you". "Sound like we both have it hard" says Adrienne. "Yeah, it seems hard for us". "Well, at least we now have each other no?" says the model smiling. "Adrienne, what are friends for?" says Mari hugging a perplexed Adrienne. "I... I'm glad to be your friend Mari" says Adrienne, hugging Marinette tight.

The girls return laughing a bit later, after rubbing of a strange feeling od deja-vú, just to see how their brothers are competing against each other and the rest betting on them. The girls face palm and go to scold their respective idiotic brother, but Alen shouts "Scatter!!" and everybody leaves running to all directions, including said idotic brothers who race the other to school. The girls win the race and scolded them quite loudly but the bell rings, saving the boys, and everyone goes to their respective classroom, making it on time before their teachers begin the lessons.

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #Twins!Au #sorry for the delay

[inkykeiji]

Clariiiii hiiii!! I just finished all my finals and I haven’t been on this blog in a while, so I’m planning on catching up on ur recent writings but I had to come in here and talk about the anon u just answered about the movies that inspired your works!! Cause I’m obsessed with like genuinely every single one of them and I can SO see how ur inspired by them. Goodfellas is one of my fav movies ever and the comparison between Henry and Tomura...wow. Like u got it...like Henry is ultimately unstable especially by the end of the movie and that kind of thing is already happening with Tomura based on the recent installments of bmb so yeah I absolutely see that. (Also the shinning inspo? Making me very nervous for what is to come but so so excited!) ALSO??? Reservoir dogs holy shit Dabi is absolutely reminiscent of Vic Vega that is driving me insane!!! Dabi dancing and singing as he tortures someone??? Many thoughts head full. Anyways I love the inspo for poison as well cause I’m genuinely so obsessed with like lovers on the run or criminal lovers who would kill for each other...Just like such a good trope. That was so interesting to read and now I’m gonna go catch up on ur writing and I’ll probably come back and praise u for it lmao hope ur day is going well hon!! 🕊🕊🕊

HELLO DOVE BB <333

first of all, congrats on finishing your finals!!! i hope you feel a little lighter and have some time to pamper yourself and relax now <33

HAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAAH DOVE THANK YOU THANK YOU EEEEEEE i love film so so soooooo much so pls feel free to come chat with me about it any time!! YES RIGHT????? like i said, henry and michael both remind me of tomura in different ways, but he’s absolutely more henry than michael hehehe <33 i’m so glad you agree tho!!! goodfellas is one of my all-time favourite films as well!!

LMAO don’t worry, it’s more uhhhhh like a FEELING/concept from the shining than a plot point...kinda, hehehehe oop

YEAH YEAH YEAH LIKE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE SUCH A MASSIVE CRUSH ON VIC AND HE REMINDS ME OF DABI SO MUCH???? or i guess, more appropriately, dabi reminds me of him hehehehe <33 they both have that sociopathic killing-is-fun vibe yk??? like they’re so SADISTIC ugh i love it sm  <333

SAME SAME like literally yes omg yes i love that type of love that seriously borders on obsession from BOTH sides, from BOTH parties, yk? and it’s just so unhealthy and so co-dependent but they’re SO in love????? and then adding the whole ‘lovers on the run’ trope where it’s quite literally them against the world and all they need is each other???? ugh i love it <333

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HEHEHE YOUR SECOND ASK CAME IN AS I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING UR FIRST SO I’M JUST ANSWERING THEM HERE TOGETHER <33

first of all, my gosh no of course it’s not annoying!!!!!!!! dove babie if anyone ever tells you that your asks or your compliments are annoying then they’re a fucking asshole who does not deserve your attention or interaction. i am so thankful that you drop by to share your thoughts, i promise!! so never be shy! <33 it may take me a few days to answer but i try my best to answer everything i receive! <3

AAAAAAAH HEHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! yeah i really picked like,,, the most side side character for that piece ahahaha but i love naoya so much and i felt like he was so perfect for the concept!! but i’m super duper happy to hear that you enjoyed it!!! <333 when i heard that u were looking for my recent stuff i ran to edit my lil navi hehehe even tho my masterlist rn is missing like,,,, five pieces or something ridiculous like that :// rly gotta update that...maybe i’ll do that today hehe

YAAAAAAY EEEEEEEEEE I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!!!!!!!!!! i’m SO ridiculously excited for their fic series aaaaaaaaaaah but thank you, thank you! it really is so much fun to take one of my favourite characters ever and seriously examine him and split him into TWO people ehehe <333

of course i don’t mind!! nothing happened to it bb i just haven’t been working on it! the tag is still linked, but y’all stopped sending me asks pertaining to the AU so i haven’t written much for it since the last ask i got!! i do still have the reader + dabi fooling around at the back of keigo’s classroom ask in my drafts, and i am still planning on turning that into a oneshot, and i also have an ask from the anon who sent in the prof keigo dumbification + manipulation ask pertaining to how touya + tenko would react when/if they found out, and i still plan on writing a lil drabble for that as well!! i just haven’t gotten around to working on them yet <3

aaaah thank you again my sweet lil dove bb!!!! <33333 i really appreciate you stoppig by to share your thoughts with me and i’m so so so happy that you enjoy my work and that it brought you a bit of entertainment hehehe <33

#you're wonderful!!!!!!! #i'm not gonna say too much in the tags because the answer to this is literally MASSIVE already hehehe #but once again thank you very much!! #feel free to come chat with me about movies whenever u want i love them sm!!!!!!! #but yeah the dark academia au still exists and i will still be working on it eventually!!! #i actually have 24+ wips right now #i say 24+ because the last time i counted there were 24 and i know i've added more but i can't remember how many more hehehe #and i just cbf rn to get my notebook out and count them all again #POINT IS I HAVE A LOT OF WIPS LMAO #and i can only write one or two things at a time :( #and!!! i have a job :o #so i'm like #mega busy all the time lately hehehe #but it's a good kind of busy #it makes me feel really good about myself and really productive yk??? #anyway!!!! #have an incredible weekend sweetpea <33 #i am sending you so much love n health!!! pls be safe out there!! #🕊.anon #clari gets mail #inky.bb

[finefeatheredfriend]

Genocide! (the book. not like. actual genocide.)

Okay so it’s been a while since I posted one of my EDA reviews, and it’s been a while since I read this particular book (because I’ve been at a place where they don’t have wifi for about two months now so I couldn’t post it (since for some reason I always post these from the laptop but yeah ANYWAY.)) but here is another one of my weird reviews/liveblog things! 

This time, it’s Genocide! And I think, if I remember correctly, I liked this one. Well. I mean. Jo is in this one, so of course I liked it. Anyway! I’m gonna read these reactions I had while reading this book now (cause my memory is awful and I literally remember nothing except that Jo was in it lol) and then maybe I’ll be able to tell you how I liked it!

As usual, here are my favourite bits of reactions/quotes/scenes/impressions from when I read this, and the full liveblog will be under the cut! Enjoy my rambly thoughts!

AAAH the Doctor’s pretending he got his outfit from 1893 but Sam saw the label and knows it’s from a costume store I’m screaming

I love that Sam made a scaling system because every single situation with the Doctor is dangerous so the question is no longer ‘is this situation dangerous?’ but ‘how dangerous is this situation’ hahaha i love her

‘We all have to be daleks sometimes. It’s just a matter of knowing when you really don’t have a choice’ - Doctor (ooooh I love this line) 

“Do you know what it's like, Doctor? To watch them die, to hear them die, and know that there's nothing you can do to stop it?” STOP IT of course he knows!!! now I’m crying :(

[Cliff] LEFT JO???? who would ever want to leave JO??? I mean. now she’s finally free to marry sexy yates instead so I guess that’s fine BUT WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND

I know this was before storm warning came out and probably references something entirely different but still, THE UNCREATOR

wait a minute did jo just go and lift rowenna and is now running while carrying her??? uh she’s... strong

oh god how I hope there’s an easier alternative in which no species gets killed off :( ....... eileen this book is literally called genocide

“So you are human.' 'No, not exactly, but that doesn't matter.” Doctor... what... ‘not exactly’?

Jo and Sam have been alone for 6 days??? I mean, 5 and a half hours were bad for Rose, sure, but that has nothing on being stranded without the Doctor 2 million years in the past, in Africa, for six bloody days omg

aaaah the Doctor can hear Jo’s screams from millions of years in the future (Doctor x Jo confirmed)

I can’t believe Jo of all people would kill all those aliens! like... that’s genocide. just. I don’t believe it. not Jo. she’d never

Okay, so here’s my thoughts about the book: I loved it! The fact that we’ve got a non humanoid species here (that I at first thought were Nimons - imagine my disappointment when I found out they weren’t) is so interesting, learning all about them (they have a smell alphabet?? that’s so cool) is so... interesting (yeah, this book is interesting, I know I say that a lot lol). And Jo. asdfgdasflgadgs. I love her. Having her there definitely made the whole book better, though in my opinion I would have really enjoyed the book so much even if she weren’t in it. The only sad thing is that we didn’t get to see her off. She was just gone suddenly! But I loved the book nonetheless.

Okay, you know the drill. Under the cut you’ll find my unabridged reactions that I wrote down while reading! I bolded what I put in the highlights reel. 

okaaay this is interesting

I’m confused but it’s interesting

and I love that framing story line they’ve got going with that alien and the Doctor in what i think is a cell of some sort..?

ok I spoiled myself that jo is in this one (I was bummed that it wasn’t a surprise BUT I’m more excited that she even is in this book so I don’t care AAH MY WIFE IS IN THIS!!)

ok :/ so the aliens aren’t nimons :/

UNIT!!! I mean I don’t know what the alien’s plan is, but they mentioned UNIT!!

“more of his stuff was fake than he was generally prepared to admit” jfjdhdhdg

AAAH the Doctor’s pretending he got his outfit from 1893 but Sam saw the label and knows it’s from a costume store I’m screaming

aaaaah they mention my boy oscar wilde!!

“When he got there he looked over his shoulder and flashed her a smile. 'Guess.' No good, thought Sam. I've been out-cooled again. But I'll get him, one day. If it's the last thing I do.” jdhdhdhgd i love her (and him)

aw no his shoes being sucked into the swamp and he got really sad because grace gave him those shoes and now he wants to repair them at all costs!!

“Something was usually wrong. It was really a matter of scale. Sam had started to rate them in scores out of ten: for instance, (1) the Doctor had misdirected the TARDIS, (5) he'd landed them in the middle of a war zone, or (10) he'd accidentally destroyed the universe.” hahahaha and the situation they’re in is a 2.5, that doesn’t sound too bad haha

“Get back inside!' ordered the Doctor. 'I am inside,' said Sam simply. 'You're not.” Doctor i love you

okaaay we’re slowly raising the danger score point by point and are now at 3.5

hm ok so Sam determined that they are on earth where the invasion had already happened and humans are extinct just by seeing a river and thinking ‘oh yeah, could be the right size to be the thames’ like ??? how do you think you can say all that for sure from guessing that maybe that river you see there is a similar size to that of the Thames

‘even simplicity itself is never as simple as it seems’

oooh I wouldn’t want the Doctor to tell me off I couldn’t stand to have him be disappointed in me

‘We all have to be daleks sometimes. It’s just a matter of knowing when you really don’t have a choice’ - Doctor (ooooh I love this line)

“Wine's bad for your liver, you know.' Rowenna grinned at Julie. 'So are candy bars.' 'I ate a slice of pizza first!' 'Case proven.” I snorted

MY BABY

THEY’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT JO

wait Rowenna was one of those people in the green death living with cliff????

flying lizards?? flying lizards????? you mean dragons??

earth reptile... a Silurian??

I love how this book is about non humanoid aliens, we rarely see that

“Do you know what it's like, Doctor? To watch them die, to hear them die, and know that there's nothing you can do to stop it?” STOP IT of course he knows!!! now I’m crying :(

JO

MY BABY

SHE!!!!

she’s here

finally

she has a son!! I mean we know she’s got a lot of grandkids but still!!

wait

“leaning across the cold sheets that she'd probably always think of as Cliffs side of the bed” this sounds like he died

he LEFT

he LEFT JO???? who would ever want to leave JO??? I mean. now she’s finally free to marry sexy yates instead so I guess that’s fine

BUT

who would leave jo??????

Cliff gave her an anniversary present AFTER HE LEFT HER??? what

BENTON

“ "Kilgai, Tanzania. Incident class N",' she read. 'What's class N?' 'They divide incidents up into Y for "Yes, it does immediately threaten the existence of the human race" and N for "No, it doesn't".” BENTON you... joker

oooh that’s a an interesting kind of book, these aliens have a smell alphabet? and read by sniffing or tasting the different scents..?

and the Doctor can read those books as well omg

the uNCREATOR

I know this was before storm warning came out and probably references something entirely different but still, THE UNCREATOR

wait but in storm warning they weren’t called tractites right

oh no those were triscele or whatever

oh I hate this

why do the tractites have to be so nice :( I don’t want them all to die :(

then again it’s a nice change away from the usual ‘these aliens are bad and that’s why we need to kill them’ that happens in all the other movies or shows

oh Sam can read those books too so apparently it’s not just a special power the Doctor has

please sam do NOT try to stop the Doctor from setting history right

yes those aliens are nice

but please

“A galaxy long, long ago and far, far away.” aaaah

“She wondered if she was walking into a trap. She'd always been good at that.” you’re surprisingly self aware jo

this is SUCH an interesting story?!?? like... kitig has to decide whether to kill the Doctor because he might destroy them all (which tbf the Doctor is actually planning to do) BUT THEN he decides to help him when he gets ill!!!

“Jo turned round, said calmly, 'Shut up, I'm talking to my friend,' then turned back to Rowenna. 'Don't worry about him, he's nobody. Have you seen the aliens yet?” Jo I fucking love you jsdjsjsggs

wait a minute did jo just go and lift rowenna and is now running while carrying her??? uh she’s... strong

oh god how I hope there’s an easier alternative in which no species gets killed off :(

eileen this book is literally called genocide

stop pretending everything is going to be fine

Jo is badass in this one and I love her

ARE THEY GONNA MEET NOW

I need the doctor and jo to meet

AAAAAH they really are heading for Africa too!!!!!! THEY’RE GOING TO MEET

the Doctor is wearing a white cloth sun-hat ahahahah

ok so both Sam and Jo are walking around the desert now and I’m guessing those two are going to meet first

aaaah the Doctor found rowenna and Julie!!!!

TRUST ME I’M A DOCTOR asdgdhhsgs why does he always have to say that haha

Awww he’s so happy that Jo is around there too

NOOOOOO ROWENNA

NOOO I was like ‘oh that’s jo saving Sam from the homo habilis right?? Hahaha!’ BUT IT’S THAT DICK JACOB

aw the Doctor buried them in the butterfly room

“So you are human.' 'No, not exactly, but that doesn't matter.” Doctor... what... ‘not exactly’?

“the floppy Indiana Jones hat and the purple striped pullover that looked ten years out of date, even for someone of Jo's advanced age” that sounds so like jo haha

“Yes, sorry, I do look a bit of a wreck. Don't worry, I can control the pain. Old Gallifreyan technique.” ooh another interesting bit of info about gallifreyan physiology - that is, if the Doctor isn’t lying to reassure Kitig he’s fine

Noooooo not the TARDIS!!!!!!

Jo and Sam have been alone for 6 days??? I mean, 5 and a half hours were bad for Rose, sure, but that has nothing on being stranded without the Doctor 2 million years in the past, in Africa, for six bloody days omg

Ha Sam, that teaches you to underestimate the absolute angel that is Jo Grant (don’t judge her by her clothes, Sam. this woman has lived on campsites and faced off aliens and is just overall an absolute angel.)

oh god I hate Jacob. but he’s surprisingly self aware (‘if humankind are all like me then no wonder their world will fall apart,’ he thinks while literally drinking an antelope’s blood directly from the neck)

NO JOOOO pls be alright aaah she just fell down the cliff????

aaaah there’s Sam and Theta written into the rock!!!! THETA!!!!

NOOOO SAM

don’t die please

I mean I kind of know you’re not going to die because I know you’ll be there for a bit longer

BUT STILL

DON’T DIE

oh no!!! the TARDIS is like she was in Father’s Day noooo

aaaah the Doctor can hear Jo’s screams from millions of years in the future (Doctor x Jo confirmed)

no

the TARDIS changed????? but she was perfect like that :(

oh wait hahahaha that was just Jo’s point of view it’s still the same thank god

and the vw beetle is just parked right there in the console room hahahahaha

“Outside, the Doctor was running down a grassy slope, fire exploding to the left and right of him. 'Usual situation,' said Jo wryly, running for the door.” jshajsghshsdha I love them

Noooooo axeman!!!!

Oh god Sam no

what have you done

Don’t just kill :(

oh no not Jo as well

I’m crying oh god JO

I can’t believe Jo of all people would kill all those aliens

like... that’s genocide

just. I don’t believe it. not Jo. she’d never

hehehe the empress reminds him of Davros

I love how he just whispers with Sam while the empress is speaking and clearly looking at them lol

aw kitig saved the world from the time tree

Sam you have to tell him!!! and not when he’s asleep!!! (what is it with people telling other people important things while that person is unconscious ugh!!)

wait what happened to jo?? we didn’t get to see her off!!!

And that’s all! Hope you enjoyed this!

#okay i am not going to tag this genocide lol #edas #eileen reads the edas #edas reviews #not for kitty #not for abbey