#hmmm this music sounds really familiar. reminds me of something. i swear i know it....

[pikkish]

I have finally started playing the Dimension of the Past level pack and maybe I wouldn't notice as much if I weren't already aware, but I feel like I can just. Feel that the levels are more modern. Something about.. the models? Like... they're the same textures, but there are more small, precise angles, and just more. Edges? It just feels more Complex.

I also appreciate the return to the creepy ambient music over Scourge of Armagon and Dissolution of Eternity's more action-y music.

#quake #pikspeak #bideogaem rambling :) #dont get me wrong i loved armagons and eternitys music #especially bc the whole time i was playing them i was goin #hmmm this music sounds really familiar. reminds me of something. i swear i know it.... #and then come to find out!! it was composed by heckin!! jeehun hwang!! #he was one of the guys who did the mechwarrior 2 soundtrack!! #i love that games soundtrack it evokes a very particular sense of nostalgia in me #remember sitting n watching my brother play it on our grandparents old mackintosh pc....... #and i can Hear his influence on armagon and eternitys ost. its good #that said tho i just think the creepy ambiance fits quake better #the fast action music is for doom. quake needs Unsettling music with spooky indistinct whispering and Meat Sounds #i am also playing dimension of the past on nightmare difficulty #which is probably something i am goijg to regret #(i know that bc it almost always is when i play games on the hardest difficulty) #(yet i continue to do it....) #but i am doing it anyway #wish me luck lol

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hey gurl ❤️ so finally coming through with my request for this wonderful event! I’ve got gangleader!Toji on my brain because I’m a good girl with a taste for them bad boys, so henceforth my request:

Toji x Feamale!reader + cooking + 27,29

Can’t wait to see what spicy content you dish out 😊

OOOOH LAWD HA MERTHY

LAWD

OH LAAAAWWWDDDD

(P.S. I love you, mamas)

Lemonade: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: NSFW (ten layers of spicy dip coming up)

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You're sitting in the casino, watching over your patrons (or cash cows, you called them) with a careful eye as they mill about, bringing in money for the operating costs and illegal activities you and your gang committed. But all of this is off the books. The only thing someone could catch you for would be the imbalance of two hundred dollars on the books.

And that two hundred dollars went to the shoes you purchased for tonight.

Because just as this was a normal night for the patrons below you, it was a special night for you and your clan members. You'd finally be able to say you met with the head of the Fushiguro clan on your turf, and all without a single fight.

This is something your father, his father, and his father's father couldn't achieve without bloodshed. But you had something they didn't: a massive ring of businesses with their hands in every aspect of the Fushiguro clan. All you needed to do was squeeze a little harder, and the juice would run out of the lemon.

And tonight, you'd stir the pot and make lemonade.

Your target walks through the door an hour later, his black t-shirt clinging to his form like saran wrap. You wonder if he wears anything else as he strides into the casino with a smug smile, eyeing every single woman in the vicinity with a lewd expression. When Toji finally looks up at you, his emerald eyes become hooded, and he raises two fingers and makes an obscene gesture at you.

Keep your cool.

You answer the gesture with a bored blink as if to say: "You wish you could", and walk away from your place on the balcony and to the meeting hall where two men slide the doors open.

"Nah, she can't resist me," you hear Toji call out as he climbs the stairs. "Definitely fuckable." His associates laugh, clutching at their bellies, and Toji turns to you, holding his buff arm out. "Y/n, you look lovely tonight." You clasp his forearm, a typical greeting among the heads of clans.

"You look... normal," you reply. Toji rolls his eyes and pulls his arm away, walking into the meeting room. His associates try to walk into the room behind him, but they're stopped by your bodyguards and pointed to the other side of the balcony.

"Only the clan heads are allowed in here." You close the sliding doors behind you, then feel the presence of the clan leader, who's standing awfully close. Toji's hands ghost over your hips, and you step back, right into his grip.

"Y/n, you know these little dresses drive me insane," Fushiguro breathes against your neck, and you lean into his touch a little more, closing your eyes. "God, I want to fuck a baby into you so bad. Maybe then your family will allow me to take you as my wife."

"Give me twenty-five percent of your profits from the art galleries," you exhale as Toji's mouth trails down your neck. "And sixteen percent of the overhead from your coke ring."

"That's it?" Toji wonders, pulling back. "That's all you want?"

"I mean, I could ask for fifty-five and--"

"No, no, no," Toji laughs, turning you around to face him. "I liked twenty-five and sixteen better." He lifts your legs around his waist and sits you on the marble table.

"Because if you marry me, it'll all be mine one day, anyways." Toji grunts low in his throat, licking a fat stripe up your neck and rolling your dress up around your thighs.

"Mrs. Fushiguro sounds good to me," he replies, sliding your thong down your legs and tangling his tongue with yours while he kisses you deeply. "But first, let me make you Mama Fushiguro."

"So eager," you tease, lying back on the table and pulling the dress over your head. "Why do you want me so bad, Toji?"

"Because out of all the people in the world... you’re the only one who knows who I truly am.” You raise your brow at this, biting your bottom lip. "You know what drives me crazy," Toji continues, kissing down your thighs. "You know what makes me harder than stone..." His rough hands come up to pull off your shoes as he kisses your ankles leisurely. "And you push me to be a better version of myself... for you, of course."

"Not for your men?" you wonder, and the clan head chuckles, discarding his shirt and showing off his vast array of tattoos.

"Fuck, no." Your bra is removed with a swiftness, his fingers finding the clasp quickly and tossing it aside. "Just for you." He kisses each of your breasts, tugging on the nipples carefully. As Toji rolls them between his fingers, he plants a sloppy peck on your cheek, and you clasp your hands around his back. "When you came along, my pockets got fatter."

"Like now?" you laugh.

"Like now." You feel his cockhead poke at your entrance, and you spread your legs a little more, allowing him to stretch you out like only he can. You both exhale softly when he sinks into you, and you secretly hope the loud music outside would muffle any noises coming from your throat. "I swear, you have me wrapped around your little finger."

"Not gambling?" you pant as he sheathes himself inside of you fully. His emerald eyes soften, and his lips part, separating the scar at the edge of them. You touch it, reminding yourself of the day he got it, but Toji pulls back a little, an instinctive thing.

"Why would you ever think gambling really held me like you do?" he wonders, sinking back into you.

"I don't know..."

"I don't either," he blinks, face turning from a frown and into a focused expression. "Nothing comes before you, not even the clan." Toji's hips begin to beat a pleasurable pattern into yours, the huffing and panting between you two the only sounds you can really hear besides the muffled music of the casino.

And as you lay on the cool table, Toji maintains eye contact, lacing his fingers through yours and laying on top of you, rocking your hips a little higher so he can hit your g-spot. You cry out and shift back, but he covers your mouth quickly, holding you even closer as his hand cradles the place right above your hip.

"Don't run from me," he whispers into your ear. "Don't run from the dick." You moan into his palm, clenching your cunt around his thick cock and bucking your hips up a little. "That's it... take it." You shudder at his words, feeling the familiar build of an orgasm.

"Toji," you whisper, eyes widening. "I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," he groans, sweat rolling down his brow. Your body shakes as he begins to plow into you, rattling the table so bad that the dragon figurines clatter to the ground, making two loud thumps.

Your head immediately turns to the door and it slides open a bit as a bodyguard pokes his head in, not fully registering the sight in front of him as he speaks.

"Boss, are you--"

"Get the fuck out!" Toji snarls, covering you and scowling at the man, who immediately shuts the door. But your orgasm hasn't abated even in the slightest during the incident, and you lean your head back, body rolling under Toji as you cum on his cock, mouth covered again as you moan obscenities. Toji isn't too far behind you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his fingers grip your thighs harshly. His hips stutter as he cums inside of you, growling fiercely and then abating when it's all said and done. "Guess our little secret is out," he finally whispers, nose touching yours as you cockwarm him.

"Hmmm..." you hum, trailing your knuckles down his cheek. "Think we should just tell everyone and get it over with?"

"Why not tonight?" he asks, softening inside of you slowly. "It would make sense."

"Yeah. You tell your men I'm getting a larger share of the business, and I'll tell mine."

"Wait," Toji shakes his black hair. "I thought you meant about our relationshi--"

"Not until I'm pregnant, remember?" you answer, and he slides out of you, fisting his semi-erect cock.

"Then I'd better get to it, huh? Flip over, boss lady. I'm not done with you yet."

#toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #toji imagine #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-One-Shot

Request: Poly!BTS Mafia AU

Tags: BTS, Bangtan, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boyscouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Request, my asks, my requests, BTS fluff, Poly!BTS, Mafia AU, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, kim namjoon, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Title: Improbable, Not Impossible

The mafia is a dangerous place. 

And this party, thrown by just the man you’re hoping to see, is a close second. 

You lift your glass of rose to your lips, and careful not to smear your deliberately applied lipstick, you take a sip, discerning eyes scanning the sea of sharply dressed men and their overly primped wives. 

It’s no secret that getting a meeting with the boss is a hard trick to pull. 

But that’s exactly what you’re here to do tonight. 

It’s all a matter of getting close to the boss’s inner circle, and you have never found that particularly hard to do. 

A smirk creases your lips, hidden behind the dewy glass of your wine flute. 

“You know,” A man slides into the seat at the bar next to you, and motions for the bartender to pour him a glass. “You really shouldn’t bring weapons to these sort of things, sweetheart.” 

Speak of the devil. 

You take another long sip of your drink, and glance at him out of the corner of your eye-dressed tonight in a cream suit that shows off his tan skin perfectly, dark brown hair pushed off his brow, accented by the glasses he wears delicately across his nose. 

Kim Seokjin. UnderBoss. 

Though he doesn’t look at you, his hand slides down in between your two seats, and his fingers trace up the skin of your calf, revealed through the high slit of your evening gown, his movements stopping just dangerously short of your thigh. He plucks out the concealed dagger, and raises a brow at you, a slightly twisted smirk crossing his full pink lips. “You promised me you’d show a little extra decorum this time around.” 

You reach out, plucking the lit cigarette from between his lips before he can protest, and snuffing it out in the nearby ash tray, you shrug, offering him a smirk in return, as you settle back into your chair once more, crossing your legs delicately at the ankles. “And you promised me you’d quit smoking. Yet here we are.” 

Seokjin laughs, a charming, deep sound within his chest, and reaches out for his drink, eyeing you over the rim as you reach out to straighten his crimson tie. “Enjoying the party then?” 

You shrug again, carefully passing your eyes over the room once more, before you refocus on the right hand man at your side.  “I’d much rather have this meeting done and over with so I can go home.” You quip back honestly, knowing Seokjin will find your starkness refreshing. 

He chuckles again, setting his glass down, before he leans toward you, and boldly sweeping his fingers across your cheekbone, he holds your gaze momentarily, as he says quietly beneath the music, “That’s what I’ve always liked about you. You never bullshit anyone, sweetheart.” 

His fingertips, making contact with your skin for just one moment longer, leave the place they were resting tingling as he finally pulls back from you, and holding aloft his glass toward you, he offers you a handsome grin, as he declares, “A toast then. That you’ll get your meeting sooner rather than later.” 

You laugh lightly, and clink your glass with his. 

He downs the rest of his bourbon, and standing up with a sigh, he leans over to brush a kiss softly across the back of your knuckles, and with a look of acute disappointment, he complains, “Well, duty calls. Enjoy the party, sweetheart.” 

And with that, Seokjin winks at you and with one last glance back in your direction, he disappears back into the sea of party goers once more. 

Leaving the bar behind you after you finish your drink, you scan the room, wondering what to do next, when a familiar blank face catches your attention from the corner of your eye, and with a hidden smile to yourself, you weave through the raucous crowd of mafia, finally reaching the quiet corner of the hall where he stands. 

“Are you as bored as you appear?” You ask coyly, leaning against the wall beside the man, not looking at him, as you follow his gaze across the sea of merriment. 

Min Yoongi. Enforcer. 

“Hah.” Yoongi lets out an unamused bark of laughter at your question, his eyes never leaving the dance floor, as his hand absentmindedly fingers the gun, snug in its holster, at his belt, just barely hidden beneath the sweeping tail of his suit coat. “You’re one to talk.” He glances at you briefly, for not more than a second, eyebrows raised and lips pulled into a thin line. “Don’t you get bored of wining and dining the many men you cater to?” 

“Hmmm.” You hum under your breath, a hint of a smirk crossing your lips. “I suppose I do.” 

You turn toward him, one shoulder still pressed into the wall, and reaching out, cover his long fingers with your own, as you push aside his hand and adjust the holster on his hip, before reaching up to straighten the lapels of his suit, the jacket patterned with gold print against the black, as you say with soft amusement, “Seokjin found my knife. He lectured me about my lack of decorum and bringing weapons to a party such as this.” 

Yoongi stares down at you, as you move your hands to his tie now, straightening the red fabric just like you had done with Seokjin’s, and then he clears his throat, replying under his breath, “He’s right you know. What do you think I’m here for?” 

“To look pretty?” You ask innocently, as you pause in your movements and glance up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Bullshit.” Yoongi brushes your hands off of him, refocusing on the dance floor, his fingers once again falling to the weapon at his side, and when he speaks again, it is hurried words beneath his breath that you barely catch. “Besides, you’re the pretty one here.” 

“What?” You ask, leaning toward him, teasingly motioning to your ear, as you say loudly over the music, “What did you say, Yoongi?” 

“I said you’re the shitty one here.” Yoongi retorts, a slight red hue lighting the caramel skin of his cheeks, as he swallows and looks anywhere but at you. “Now leave me alone and let me do my job.”

You laugh, but do as he asks, leaving him alone with one more knowing glance over your shoulder, as you once more make your way into the crowds. 

Making your way back to the bar for another glass of wine, you notice as you approach that there is a group of women gathered around someone, fanning themselves, lips pulled back into overly friendly smiles, as they listen to whatever the person on the inner circle is saying with complete and utter rapture on their faces. 

And when you catch sight of who they’re giving all their attention to, you instantly understand why. 

“Look, I can get you anything. Rubies, diamonds, emeralds, pearls.” The man in the gray suit is saying, wildly gesturing with his hands, his bow tie flopping with his animations, his dark eyes wide and bright. “Melda, you want another golden hairpin?” He motions to one of the younger ladies, and she blushes as his gaze is directed to her, and he grins, flashing sunshine from between the gaps in his perfectly white teeth, and you swear, half the ladies sigh audibly. “I’ll get you twenty.” 

You lean on the counter beside the group, and taking a sip of your fresh glass, without looking over at the man, you interrupt, saying casually, “Wow. That’s a hefty promise.” 

The women turn to stare at you as one, mouths open, some of them whispering behind their fans when they catch sight of you, but paying them no mind, you straighten, and finally meeting the gaze of the man, you offer him half a smile over the rim of your glass. “Your true worth, however, is not how well you buy things, but how well you sell them.” 

Jung Hoseok. Fence. 

Hoseok grins at you, and pushing through the women without another glance, he comes to your side, leaning against the bar, inches from your face, as he replies quietly, “Come on, baby. You know how well I sell.” 

Your gaze drifts down to his lips as he talks, so close you can almost smell the mint chap stick that he always liberally wears, and without skipping a beat you quip back, “And I also know you’re quite the ladies man, Hoseok. So that trick won’t work on me.” 

“Trick?” He pulls back slightly, eyes widened comically, as his lips part and he lets out a sigh. “Come on, baby. I wouldn’t trick you.” 

“Enjoying the party?” You ask, pulling your gaze away from his, as you once again catch more than one woman looking in your direction, and at the tall, lanky, handsome man who stands beside you, dark hair falling over his high brow as he continues to stare at you. 

“Much more so now that you’re here.” Hoseok grins that sunny, heart shaped smile once more, and then reaches into the inner pocket of his suit coat, fingers fumbling for something, as he says with sudden excitement, “Speaking of which, I managed to procure you a little something.” 

“Really?” You ask with amusement, turning to him, brow raised, as he finally succeeds in finding what he is looking for and pulls it out. 

In his outstretched palm is a necklace-golden and gleaming in the light, the centerpiece a large teardrop ruby, the rest of the twisting chain accentuated with smaller diamonds and sapphires, glimmering against the precious metal and the bronze of his skin. 

“Reminded me of you.” Hoseok states simply, whirling you around so that your back is to him, as he lifts the necklace up around your neck and begins to carefully fashion the delicate clasp with nimble fingers, warm against your skin. 

You reach up, letting your fingertips trail over the rivets of the necklace, where it lies, cool and comfortable, against the revealed, bare skin of your chest. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Like you.” Hoseok smiles against your ear, his fingers finished now, his breath balmy on your cheek, before you feel him press a feather light kiss at the base of the back of your neck. “Stay out of trouble, baby.” 

And then he is gone, off to procure more treasures and women from the night ahead. 

You aren’t at the bar alone long though. 

“Whiskey and rye, please.” 

You fiddle with the stem of your wine glass, letting your eyes drift over, nonchalantly, to the tall, broad man who now stands beside you at the bar, fingers drumming on the marble, as he reaches up to tiredly rake a hand through bleached blonde hair. 

You note, almost immediately, the checkered pattern that wraps around the very expensive, and perfectly fitting, suit he is wearing. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your police uniform.” 

The man, taking a sip from his freshly delivered drink, glances at you with dark walnut eyes over the rim of his shot glass, before he lowers the glass from his mouth and offers you half a smile. “Hopefully this is a better look.” 

Kim Namjoon. Dirty Cop. 

“Oh, very.” You lean on the bar, looking him up and down openly. “You clean up rather well. 

He chuckles, cheeks darkening a little at your outright compliment, and takes another gulp of his drink before saying, glancing out at the crowded room, “Big crowd tonight.” 

You sigh, stepping in front of him, catching him by surprise, as you reach up to straighten the collar of his suit coat, replying softly, and with a touch of annoyance, “Boss Klein loves to make an entrance.” 

Namjoon watches you for a moment, staring down at you, and then he reaches up, the silver ring on his pointer finger glinting, and covers your hands with his own, stopping your movements, waiting for your gaze to meet his, before he murmurs to you, “Not as much as you.” 

You cock your head, corners of your lips pulling up in the hint of a smile as you regard him, before you lean up on your toes, and brushing a kiss airily across the ridge of his sharp cheekbone, you breathe back, “I do love an entrance.” 

Namjoon remains frozen, as you pull away from him, but not before you brush down the collar of his shirt one last time, before you wiggle your fingers at him and offer him a cheeky grin, as you turn to go, calling over your shoulder, “Come find me later.” You wink at him, enjoying the way his cheeks are reddening as you walk away. “After the party, we may be able to find a use for those handcuffs of yours.” 

You’re still smiling smugly to yourself, when you exit the warmth and busy bustle of the ballroom in favor of the much cooler and quieter veranda that lies just through the double doors, overlooking the estate’s large and rolling garden. 

Taking in a deep breath of the cold night air, you lean on the railing of the balcony, admiring the way the stars and moon reflect perfectly in the clear, gently lapping water of the huge fountain that dominates the courtyard below. 

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” 

If you were anyone else, you would have jumped at the sudden voice sounding in your ear, but instead, you simply sigh, and taking one more lungful of the outdoor air, you reply, “It’s a beautiful night.” 

“I was talking about you.” 

You glance over at the man who is leaning on the railing beside you, white suit perfectly pressed, black shirt stark against his copper skin, ebony bangs falling into his eyes as he tilts his head and holds your gaze, something serious and passionate and dangerous swirling just beneath the layer of gold that lines his pupils. 

Park Jimin. Recruiter. 

“I bet you say that to every woman, especially the ones with influential husbands.” You retort sardonically, though there is a hint of a smile tugging at your lips as you regard him. 

“Please.” He waves his hand, gold rings on every finger glinting in the dim starlight, as he shoots you an expression of dramatic hurt and shock, the look a glaring contrast to his beautiful, almost ethereal features. “You know I only have eyes for you, baby girl.” 

“Hmmm.” You hum in agreement under your breath, glancing once more out at the wide, quiet expanse of garden before you. 

“And if you don’t believe me,” Jimin has closed the distant between you in the blink of an eye, his hands resting on the railing on either side of your waist, effectively boxing you in, as you turn to face him with brow raised. His full, plump lips quirk into a cocky smirk, as his eyes, pupils widening and darkening, dart down to your lips with open hunger. “I can show you.” 

“I’m sure you can.” You murmur under your breath, your own gaze drifting down to the way the rosiness of his lips contrasts perfectly with his skin tone. Reaching up, you carefully run the pad of your forefinger across the swollen, velvet skin of his mouth. “However, as much as I’d like to take you up on the offer, we both have other places to be.” 

Jimin stares at you for one more long, molten moment, and then he rolls his eyes. “Dammit. You’re right.” 

You pat the hardened muscle of his chest through the thin, black material of his dress shirt with just a hint of regret, before you duck under his arm and walk backwards toward the doors that lead to the ballroom, calling out over the now loud music back at Jimin, “Don’t have too much fun without me.” 

He winks at you, lips pulling back up into a knowing smirk, as he gives you a little wave. “Stay out of trouble, baby girl.” 

Walking back into the ballroom, mind still slightly occupied with the man you had left standing alone on the balcony, you almost run into someone, but thankfully, that someone has strong, muscular arms that grab around your waist and stop you from ungracefully falling on your face in front of everyone. 

You glance up, slightly breathless, and brushing loose hair from your eyes, a grin draws across your lips, as you recognize the face hovering closely above your own. 

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” You imply teasingly, as the man straightens you back on your feet, although one of his hands remain firmly on your waist, fingers warm through the thin material of your gown, as he leads you out of the crowd and toward a less occupied corner of the room. 

He returns your grin with one of his own, boxy expression showing off white teeth that gleam in contrast to his olive skin and jet black hair, swept back carefully off his forehead. “You know me, sweet cheeks. Probably both.” 

Kim Taehyung. Informant. 

“Thanks for the save back there.” You say, leaning against the wall when you reach the secluded corner, noting smugly, as you do so, that Taehyung has still not removed his hand from your waist. 

“Eh.” He shrugs casually, sloping his shoulder into yours as he bumps you playfully, and glances down at you, the remnants of a grin still on his lips. “Any chance to get a hand on you.” 

You laugh, and turning to face him, you reach up, pinching his chin between your fingers, as you turn his head from side to side, secretly admiring the way the light bounces off his sharp, high cheekbones and perfectly shaped nose and brow, as you say, “You look thin. Was being on the inside last week really that bad?” 

Taehyung shrugs once more, and you admit, you admire his carefree attitude and the way things roll of him easily, when he replies easily, “Nah. Prison food isn’t as awful as they say. Besides.” He leans his shoulder into the wall, bringing the two of you closer together, as he suddenly grows serious, looking down at you carefully. “If the boss calls, I jump.” 

“I know.” You release your hold on his chin, fingers hovering gently over the base of his throat, before you let out a sigh and settle on straightening his tie instead. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Don’t go getting sentimental on me now, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung’s grin appears again, and you can’t help but return the smile, as he leans closer to you, before boldly reaching out for your hand, and pressing a lingering kiss into the creases of your palm. “I like you because you’re tough.” 

“I know.” You repeat, as he pulls away, finally removing his hand from your waist as he does so, a noticeable absence of warmth following the movement. 

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung winks at you, and spinning on his heel, he waves to someone out of your sight, before he disappears around the corner of the room. 

You sigh, leaning back against the wall behind you and taking this rare opportunity of quiet to close your eyes. 

After a brief pause, you glance down at the watch that encircles your wrist, and let out a curse beneath your breath. 

Shit. When was this guy gonna be ready for you? 

As if on cue, as if someone had been able to read your harried and clearly frustrated thoughts, a hand taps your shoulder, and you glance beside you to see a younger looking man, dressed in a black inconspicuous suit, waiting expectantly for your acknowledgement. 

When you turn to face him, he straightens his shoulders, and clearing his throat, he states immediately, “They’re ready for you.” 

“About damn time.” You growl under your breath, pushing away from the wall, ready to stalk into the meeting with some fair words for whoever was involved, but before you can so much as take a step, fingers loop around your wrist, and you look over in surprise at the young man standing now much closer to you. 

Jeon Jungkook. BodyGuard. 

“Noona.” Jungkook hesitates, brown, doe eyes, seeming much too innocent to belong to someone in his line of work, watching you carefully, his fingers still encircling your wrist. “Don’t be rash.” 

You take in a deep breath through your nose, releasing it slowly, as you consider his words, before you finally nod your head, once, jerkily, in acknowledgment of his statement. “Fine. I’ll ignore the fact that he’s kept me waiting this long. I’ll be civil.” You tug at his fingers snagged around your wrist and look at him pointedly. “I promise, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook watches you for another long moment, and then releases his grip on you, before he nods, lips pressed into a thin line, as you start to walk in the direction of the study, just off the main hall, heels loud on the tiled floor, even though the atmosphere is filled with music and laughter and all together too much noise. 

He follows behind you silently, always a step away, and when you push in through the door of the study to the scene beyond, you feel Jungkook alert and ever present at your back, eyes scanning the room defensively for any signs of danger. 

“Good. You’re all here.” You say immediately upon entering the room, crossing the lush carpet, footsteps padded, to the desk that dominates the space and the chair behind it. 

Jungkook moves behind the chair to join the other six men who stand silently, waiting-dark, well dressed figures against the moonlight from the window and the warm glow of the lamp sitting on the nearby table. 

Seokjin. Yoongi. Hoseok. Namjoon. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook. All members of ‘The Scenes’. 

The man and his bodyguards, who had stood upon your entry, bumble their way through a series of respectful bows in your direction, stumbling over themselves, before the main man, once again ducking his head in your direction, manages to choke out, “Boss (L/N)! We’re so sorry for the late hour. We didn’t even know if we’d be able to secure a meeting with you.” 

You smirk, twirling a pen between your fingers, as you regard the simpering man standing before you. 

Like you said- getting a meeting with the boss was improbable, but not impossible. 

“Well, gentlemen.” You set down the pen, linking your fingers in front of you as you regard the obviously cowed and worried men before you with a smug smile. “Let’s talk business, shall we?” 

(Y/N)(L/N). Boss.

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[yourcoffindoor]

Bulletproof Heart Pt.2

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together?

TW: Mentions of an abusive relationship.

AN: The plot thickens. Sorry for the delay in uploading <3

Enjoyyyy <3

That night after everyone had stumbled back to the bus in a tipsy stupor, you couldn't shake the thought of your encounter with Gerard from your brain. And what's more, you hated yourself for it. For awhile you tossed and turned, hoping the unwelcome feelings you had would fade to nothing so that you could fall asleep at last.

But your curiosity got the better of you, and there was only would person who could give you the answers you were looking for.

"Hey Gavin, are you still conscious?" you whispered from your bunk. You heard the rustle of sheets moving in response.

"Hmmm?" a low and sleepy sound of acknowledgement answered.

"I'm just wondering...what do you know about Gerard Way?"

As soon as the words left your lips, Gavin's curtains swung open with superhuman force.

"Y/N are you in love with Gerard Way?!" Gavin's voice was no longer tired, having morphed into a sharp and excited whisper. In addition to being the band's social butterfly, he always knew the gossip about everyone within a 20 mile radius.

"Christ, really Gavin? We only spoke for like fifteen minutes."

"So it was like a love at first sight situation?"

"You are so annoying, I swear to god."

"Do you want info or not?" he threatened.

You sighed. "Fine, yes I do."

Gavin cleared his throat as if preparing for a presentation. "OK, so everyone has something good to say about him, seems like a really genuine guy. I've heard he was in a long term relationship for ages, but its been broken off for awhile now. "

"Hmm," you murmured, trying to sound indifferent, "yeah he seems like a sweet guy."

"Yeah and every girl with a pulse seems to be after him. You got some competition out there." he teased. "But seriously, if you're interested you should go for it. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It's been three years since...you know who."

Gavin didn't say his name, but he had said enough to bring on a wave of sad memories. "Thanks. I'm uh, feeling pretty tired, so... I'm just gonna get some sleep."

"G'night." Gavin said softly, as if aware he had brought out long buried and very unwelcome feelings.

You rolled over in your bunk, pulling your blankets up over your head, unwilling to dwell on the memories that had been drudged up by only a few words. Three years ago. That's when you finally had the strength to break it off with Alex.

You were a different person when you met him. It was your first relationship, and you were naive and forgiving, unable to see the dozens of red flags that should have made you run away from it all.

You had answered an ad that he had posted asking for potential band members for a punk band he was forming. It had been your dream to pursue music, and you responded right away, hoping you'd hit it off. You weren't expecting Alex to be so damn attractive, and when your audition was successful, it was only a matter of time before a relationship began to develop between you.

He was older than you, more experienced, and eager to take you under his wing where he could have the most control. You mistook his over-protectiveness as a sign of love, and he slowly cut you off from people outside of the band, leaving you isolated and dependent on him.

Eventually he would get angry if he saw you speak to any other man. He took your phone regularly so that he could look through it, questioning you about anything he didn't like. The fights you had were loud and ugly, your voices rising and crashing like cantankerous bursts of thunder. Eventually, they became violent.

You were stuck in a cycle of affection and fear, held there as if caught in a tide that would never bring you back to shores of sanity. But you did eventually find the strength to get out when your friend reached out to you, offering you a place to stay. You packed your bags that night and didn't look back.

Your band was not just a career for you, it was a symbol of healing, proof that you were able to overcome it all and strike out on your own. You rolled over in your bunk, and pushed the unwanted memories aside, reminding yourself of the promise you had made to be the best damn band on Warped tour. Nothing was going to change that now.

x x x 

Your first performance went by in a haze of adrenaline and sweat. The crowd was young and eager to see what you had to offer, and you were all to happy to give them something they'd remember for a long long time.

There were several people in the crowd who were fans already, proudly wearing your band's shirts and mouthing along to all of the lyrics. Others were slowly converted, headbanging enthusiastically by the end of your set. When the band's final song was met with deafening hoots and cheers, you'd felt like you'd accomplished your mission.

"We fucking killed it!" Gavin declared as he slumped in the nearest chair, exhausted.

"The crowd was good, huh?" you beamed as you wiped the sweat from your face, still breathless from your onstage antics. "Let's hope they're all like this."

"Can't get any worse than our first show ever, remember?" Liz laughed as she recalled the groups early days. "Never had so much beer pelted at me in my life."

People milled about as you and your band mates caught your breath. A few musicians from other bands popped in to say hi and let you know that they enjoyed your performance.

"Hey you actually made it!" Gavin jumped up from his chair as he noticed a new face entering the backstage area. "Guys did you meet Frank last night? From My Chemical Romance?" A man with wide hazel eyes gave a quick wave from the the entryway.

"This guy was goin on and on about how you guys were the best new band on warped tour. Had to see if he was just full of shit."

"He always starts bragging when he's drunk." you rolled your eyes.

"Well, I'm glad he did. You guys put on a pretty kick-ass show. Plus Gerard really wanted to check it out."

Your heartbeat, which had only just settled from jumping around on stage, began to speed up again.

"Gerard?"you asked softly, caught off guard by the mention of his name.  You didn't see the familiar black haired boy near frank. You only saw Gavin attempting to give you a discreet wink, which you returned with a harsh glare.

"Yeah actually we were all there. Mikey and Ray had to run to another show. Don't know where Gee disappeared to though," Frank craned his head, looking around at the hustle and bustle that was happening permanently everywhere on Warped tour. "Ah, there he is. Gerard!"

You saw Gerard, surrounded by a small circle of fans, each holding something they wanted him to sign. You felt a strange pang when you noticed they were all pretty girls, and Gavin's words from last night came back to haunt you. You got some competition out there. You struggled to identify just what emotion was suddenly eating away at you--were you really jealous? Or was it the realization that even if you decided to make a move, it was probably hopeless?

Gerard nodded at Frank. "Be there in a sec!" he shouted, continuing to sign autographs until he had gotten through everyone.

Frank spoke with your band mates, but you were too distracted by the knowledge that Gerard had watched you perform to be sociable. You were anxious as to what his opinion would be, but tried to push it out of your thoughts.

You watched nervously as Gerard spoke to Frank and Gavin, noticing that he would glance over at you every so often. When your eyes finally met he gave you a nod and a warm smile. You gave yourself an internal pep talk to try and stay calm. You can just be friends, you don't need to do anything except be friendly. For the love of god, act normal.

Eventually he made his way over to you,offering another soft and lopsided smile,but his time it almost seemed as if he was shy. "Great show. From one lead singer to another, your band has a fucking killer sound."

You thanked him, grinning like an idiot while cautionary alarm bells went off in your head.

"I might be a bit biased though, because of the shirt your wearing."

You looked down, having forgotten what you threw on that morning. It was one of your favorite shirts,  a short sleeved tee with the X-Men symbol emblazoned on the front. You'd had it for years, as evidenced by the smattering of small holes peeking through the bottom edge. Oh no, you thought, he likes comics too?

"You're a fan?" you asked coolly, a stark contrast to the giddy panic that was building up inside you.

"Yes! I actually wanted to make comics before My Chem was a thing." He spoke animatedly, his round hazel eyes widening even further. "But life had other plans. Not that I'm complaining."

That familiar heat rose in your cheeks. This conversation was dangerous, and you were trying desperately to fight the feeling that this man was something close to perfect.

The world around the two of you became an insignificant blur as you both discussed comics at length, and you hung on every word, taking turns revealing how you first discovered them and sharing your favorites. He even recommended a few titles that you had never heard of. His demeanor was passionate and lively, entirely different from the sullen boy you met the night before.

"I uh, I'm actually working on a comic at the moment," he began, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, suddenly bashful, "If you're interested you should stop by the bus sometime--"

Gerard's eyes focused on something just behind you, and you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder. You turned and felt your stomach drop to a sickening low. There, standing next to the drunk who was hitting on you last night, was your ex-boyfriend Alex.

"What are the odds!" he smiled at you, blank looking smug beside him. You found yourself at a loss for words.

"What...what are you doing here?"

He scoffed. "Ouch Y/N, is that anyway to say hello? I'm here for the same reason you are." He turned his attention to Gerard. "I'm Alex. Y/N and I used to have a band together back in the day. Well, a bit more than that actually." He smirked at you, instantly transforming any butterflies you had felt while talking to Gerard into pure revulsion.

This was your worst case scenario, and it was one you had never even considered to be possible. Seeing his face again made you freeze up, and you were at a loss for words. You looked up at Gerard through your eyelashes, wondering if the dark and overwhelming swirl of emotion inside you was showing on your face. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly as if he could sense that something wasn't quite right.

"Nice to meet you," he replied curtly before turning his attention back to you. I'll uh, let you catch up. I'll just be over there with Frank...if you need anything."

You merely nodded, too caught up in your feelings to respond properly. "I'll catch you later then."

Alex saw this opportunity as a chance to reach for an embrace, but you stepped back and out of reach.

"Just what the hell are you doing?"

"What are you implying? I'm just dropping in to say hello before Midnite Heist performs later. I'm their new drummer after all. I can't even do that?"

"No," you said, struggling to maintain a low voice, "You can't. I told you I never wanted to see you again. We may be on the same tour, but that doesn't mean you can approach me. Don't try it again."

He laughed, clearly embarrassed to be spoken too like that in front of his band mate. "If you're trying to get with that Way guy, don't bother. You're punching way above your weight with that one."

You took a moment to steel yourself, and decided to walk away rather than let thing turn into a scene. Before you turned to leave, you offered one final warning.

"I haven't forgotten what you did to me. Speak to me again and you'll regret it."

You walked off, hearing mocking 'Ooooh's from Alex and Brent as you left. You saw heads turning in your direction as you stormed away towards the bus, including Gerard's, but you couldn't be bothered by that now- not when you were struggling to keep it together.

Fuck Fuck Fuck your internal monologue looped on a bitter repeat. This was going to be the longest tour of your life.

#gerard way fanfic #gerard way x reader #gerard way imagine #mcr fanfiction

[saoirse7ilysi]

The LadyBlogger Cafe’

Things you may need to know about this Fic:

-This an OT4, Coffee shop AU.

-This is also an Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics oriented fic with an extra +1.

-Everyone is somewhere in their twenties.

-This is about to get real Steamy!

Will add more warnings as they may apply.

Chapter 2

When the alarm on his phone started blaring through the bedroom, Nino buried his face into his pillow and groaned. After a moment of lamenting the existence of mornings, he blindly reached over to the nightstand to find the offending device and switched it off. 

Once his room was plunged into silence again, he rolled over until he was lying on his back. He pressed both of his hands into his face to rub some of the sleepiness away and he took a deep, cleansing breath.

God, he hated waking up in the morning. Sleeping just felt too good. But once he was up, being awake felt great. It was just the process of getting there that sucked. 

He reached over to his phone once again and hit his favorite music app, causing the sound system to come to life with his morning playlist. Satisfied with that, he set the phone aside to start getting ready for the day.

After getting through most of his morning routine, he stood in the bathroom, having just finished brushing and washing out his mouth. Nino placed his hands on the counter, leaning on them as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“You’ve got this, Lahiffe,” he said to his reflection. “They’re just two girls who just so happen to own the coffee shop that your best bud likes to get his daily fix from.”

… No big deal, right…

...Right…?

Two girls…

Two women…

Two incredibly sexy women… who just so happened to know exactly what to say or what to do to make him lose all sense of brain function…

Alya, with her auburn hair that lightened in color as it got closer to the tips. He could swear it would reach past her incredible ass if it wasn’t pulled up into a high ponytail. Her side swept bangs that framed her face just right and really brought out her eyes. 

God, those eyes. 

Those large, light brown eyes that were almost gold. They turned up in the corners giving her an almost constant air of mischief about her. 

Although, That could just be her, and not her eyes…. Her eyes that seemed to practically invite him into her bedroom every time she looked at him…

And Marinette was no better…her eyes that would forever remind him of lapis lazuli. They were bright and round, giving her a sense of innocence that was clearly deceptive, all things considered. 

She piled her midnight hair on top of her head in a messy bun, letting her long layered bangs frame her face beautifully, bringing attention to the almost invisible freckles across her nose.

However, while she didn’t seem near as mischievous, she was just as willing to look at him with the same intent as her counterpart. 

And it killed him every time. 

It was like they were daring him to ask them out…

Them…?

...As in both…? 

Or just one…?

...But then, which one?

How was he supposed to choose?

And what would happen if he did? Would they go out, have a good time, then go about their lives as usual… or would they… she… they?... want more? And what, exactly, would ‘more’ mean?

Nino’s blood instantly rushed south at that thought, bringing him back to the present. His eyes locked on to the deep shade of red that covered his cheeks and even tinted his ears. 

He then dropped his head, letting it hang between his shoulders as he still braced against the counter. That’s when he realized his heart rate had increased…and heat started to pool in his lower abdomen as he thought about why.

“Fuck it.”

His clothes fell to the floor as he stripped, stepping into the shower for the second time that morning. However this time, he turned the water to cold instead of hot.

*****

It didn't take him long to drive from his apartment to The LadyBlogger Café. Pulling into a parking spot, he took a deep breath to prepare himself. As nervous as these girls made him, he couldn't be happier that this had become Adrien’s favorite place for getting his coffee.

Even on his worst days, he would still be able to name at least two good things that happened. And no, those two things were not exclusively Alya and Marinette… it was them on one hand, and getting to hang out with Adrien on the other.

Satisfied that he wasn’t going to be any more prepared than he was now, he went ahead and left his car. Straightening his cap, he walked toward the door to wait for his turn in line. 

Marinette spotted him immediately and smiled before calling over her shoulder in a musical tone, “Alya, don’t look now, but guess who just arrived.”

Alya grinned at her girlfriend.

“Hmmm.” She took a moment to pretend to think while taking care of another customer’s order. She hadn’t looked in Nino’s direction yet. “I don’t know…” she teased, “You’ll have to give me a hint.”

Marinette scrutinized Nino as he shifted nervously in the back of the line for a moment before answering. “He’s tall…”

“Girl,” Alya snorted, “Everyone’s tall compared to you.”

“Hey!” Marinette said indignantly, stuffing a straw in the other woman's cleavage as she walked by, “Fine then.” She glanced at Nino once again. And grinned wickedly. “He has the most amazing amber eyes you’ve ever seen.”

“Now, there’s a description that narrows it down,” Alya teased. 

Nino blushed as the line moved up. Some of the other customers quieted down to listen to the banter. He scratched at the small hairs at the back of his neck, not really knowing what to say to stop them…. Or if he wanted to stop them…

Adrien would have a field day if he saw this...

“...a strong jaw…” Marinette continued.

Alya hummed, waiting for more. She still hadn't looked in his direction.

“Broad shoulders,” she practically purred, “I’m willing to bet, toned muscles.”

“Well, if it’s who I'm thinking, then those muscles would have to be toned… working in security and all.” There it was. It was quick, and if he hadn’t been paying attention, he would have missed it, but she finally glanced at him.

He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He stepped forward as another customer had been helped.

“Indeed,” Marinette studied him again. “Have I mentioned his smile?”

“You know,” Alya said after taking the next order, “I don't believe you have.” 

Marinette fetched some food for said order from the kitchen, making sure it was nice and warm before continuing.

“Absolutely captivating,” she said, winking at Nino.

He felt as if his face were about to burst into flame. These women were merciless. He may as well be a puddle on the floor for all the support his bones gave him. 

How exactly does one react to this?

“Ooh,” Alya did purr as she pushed the last customer’s order across the counter, winking in her direction. Marinette turned to start his chili mocha while Alya pulled out two steaming croissants and placed them in a bag. “Tell me more…”

“Dazzling,” Marinette leaned into Alya as she passed her by. “Really, you should see for yourself.” 

 “Is that so?” Alya stopped short of the counter to turn toward her girlfriend, waiting for her to finish flavoring the coffee. “Before I do,” she teased once they were both ready to hand over Nino’s order, “Tell me, is he kissable?”

That was when both girls turned toward him to look at him through their lashes. He instantly felt his blood start rushing and he gulped as his heart rate increased exponentially. He suddenly felt illogically nervous. It should have been obvious where this was going, but a small part of him doubted he could be this lucky that these two incredibly attractive women would find him kissable.

They pushed his order to him before Marinette answered.

“Definitely.”

“Wow…” Nino breathed, reaching up to adjust his cap with both hands and leaving the one at the back of his head to rub at the small hairs there. “You ladies really know how to make a guy blush.”

They both smiled proudly at that, eyeing each other before turning their attention back to him.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his thoughts as well. He pulled his hand away from his head and rested it on the bag of croissants, ready to pick it up. 

“Ah- Listen, Ladies,” He began awkwardly, “I was wondering-”

It was in that moment that his phone began to ring a familiar tone, effectively interrupting him. His brows furrowed together and he looked down. When he had his phone out and he could see the very name he expected lighting up the screen, he tightened his grip on the paper bag in his hand and reached for the coffee waiting for him. 

He quickly excused himself with an apology and a promise to be back tomorrow before heading outside and answering the call.

“Nathalie,” he greeted. “What’s up?” He walked at a brisk pace to his car, ready to unlock it.

“Is Adrien with you?” she said in her rather matter-of-fact tone. 

Fuck.

Nino scowled at the implication of that seemingly innocent question. If Nathalie was asking that, then that meant that Adrien wasn’t home. And that he wasn’t out with his bodyguard. Something that was strictly forbidden for him.

Of course, Nino was aware of the very simple fact of that not stopping his best friend. And frankly, he was fine with that. However, now he was in for a far more stressful day than he had intended. Either he would have to lie to Nathalie and tell her that Adrien was with him then pray he find the man immediately because no doubt that they would be ordered to head back now, or he tell her the truth and therefore spend the entire day looking for him, and either way risk losing his job.

Not that he really cared about the job aspect of it. He was being paid to hang out with his best friend everyday. He could do with or without the money. 

No.

Him getting fired would also mean him getting banned from the premises and Adrien’s dad hiring someone new to replace him. Someone who would be completely subservient to Gabriel Agreste, and that house would then be suffocatingly lonely for Nino’s best bud.

Either way, he needed to find him. And the more time he was given to do so, the better. 

He sighed.

“No, he’s not with me. I was just on my way there,” he said, pulling his hat from his head so he could run his hand through his hair. “I’ll start looking for him now. Let me get back to you.”

“Keep me updated,” was her curt reply before the line was promptly cut.

Great. He placed his hat back on his head as he went through his phone to pull up Adrien’s number. He didn’t doubt that Nathalie had already tried calling him, however that didn’t stop him from trying. Adrien would be less likely to ignore a call from him, after all.

Nino turned to lean his back against his car as he pressed his phone to his ear once again. Just as he was taking a deep breath, it caught in his throat, hearing another familiar tune.

He immediately straightened up, looking around for what he knew was Adrien’s ringtone for Nino. His brows furrowed together in his search of the sound.

It didn’t seem to be coming from anyone nearby… in fact… was it?

His eyes slowly traced the building up, up, up until they finally landed on what looked to be the cuff of a pair of pants just hanging off the edge of the roof of the coffee shop.

He swore.

Ending the call and slipping his phone back into his pocket, Nino made his way around, looking for a way up to the rooftops. After a few more turns than he was expecting, he finally found a fire escape attached to one of the nearby businesses. 

He stared at the little bag of pastries and the coffee cup in his hands for a moment before setting them aside in favor of pulling down the ladder that would allow him to climb up. The empty pile of clothes he found upon making it to the appropriate rooftop did not surprise Nino.

He sighed. This was going to be a long day.

*****

Adrien was resigned to his fate: Nino was going to kill him.

He’d realized that the instant he heard the tell tale ringtone that signaled Nathalie calling him. He also knew that, however Nino decided to handle it, he’d only be doing what he thought was best. So, no matter how this all turned out, things would ultimately be fine. 

He had absolute faith in his best friend. 

And while he was aware that it would make Nino’s life so much easier if he’d followed after him, Adrien just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but something in his heart kept him here. There was something about this place that he couldn’t seem to resist. He wasn’t ready to leave yet. 

The little black cat made its way around the café while keeping himself well aware of the owners and the patrons, alike. He didn't want to be discovered, lest he be thrown out. The sights, sounds and smells did wonders to hold his attention all day. Whether he was roaming around or perched in a temporary hiding spot, he had to admit to himself, he was enjoying his time here. 

As he watched the two women go about their day, he couldn't help but notice the way they interacted with both each other and their customers. And what he found intrigued him. 

They didn’t flirt with anyone else, really. There were the occasional winks or comments, mostly from the brunette. But nothing like what they unleashed as a pair on Nino.

The man had not been exaggerating when he said that they were merciless in their flirting with him. It had been a treat to witness and something that Adrien planned to tease him about for the rest of his life. 

Another interesting thing was that it was also apparent that they acted the same way with each other, but it was even worse. They weren't exactly subtle with their casual touches and flirtatious whispers. In fact, it was rather entertaining to watch as the one he knew to be Alya repeatedly made her counterpart blush. 

“That’s it,” he heard Marinette say with a stubborn note to her tone, her cheeks flushed for the tenth time that day, “You're going home.”

“Aww,” Alya teased, a smirk playing at her lips, “I was having fun.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she walked around Alya in order to untie the bow that held the other woman’s apron in place, pulling it over her head once that was done.

“Please,” she said sarcastically, “You've been working me to send you home all day.”

Alya watched Marinette hang the apron on it’s appropriate hook with a sly grin. “True…” She all but closed the distance between her and Marinette. 

These women didn't seem to have the concept of personal space. She waited for Marinette to face her, completely undisturbed by the proximity. 

Adrien tilted his head in curiosity, his tail twitching beside him in his perch. A part of him felt guilty that he might be intruding on what felt like a very personal moment between the women, but he just couldn't bring himself to look away.

“But,” Alya continued, “I made sure to pace myself so you wouldn't send me home too early.”

Marinette snickered before pushing Alya away with a finger to her nose. “Go,” she said, “get set up for movie night. I expect dinner when I get home.”

Alya nipped at the offending appendage, smirking when answered with squeak. She then kissed Marinette's cheek before turning and gathering her coat and keys. As she made her way to the kitchen’s back door, she waved over her shoulder with a refusal to make any promises.

Adrien’s eyes widened as the whole day clicked into place. If he was being honest, he could smack himself with how obvious it all should have been. What was it that Nino had said about him and his dad…?

Wait… If they were in a relationship, why were they flirting with Nino as much as they did? Considering the display they put on this morning, and assuming that's how it was every morning, they had to know the effect they had on him… didn't they? But if they did know, then what did that mean?

He watched as Marinette stood there for a moment staring after the other woman. When she turned back with an amused shake of her head, there was a light dusting of pink across her nose. 

Curious.

*****

A few hours later, the last of the customers left the little cafe and Marinette followed behind them to lock the front door, wishing them a wonderful evening and flipping the open sign to closed. Once she was alone, she paused to look around the empty space and started her cleaning routine for the night.

As she was finishing up, Adrien realized that now would probably be a good time to reveal his presence. He was aware that he might be able to sneak out as she left, but it was unlikely to not be caught, for one. For two, he still wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet. 

He moved around the counter where she was just turning from to go to the kitchen. When she saw movement from the corner of her eye, she jumped, startled at the presence of another in her little cafe. She braced herself on the counter to keep from falling.

Adrien’s tail swished behind him as he couldn’t help the amusement combined with a little guilt for having scared her that rose in his chest. After a moment she sank to the floor, a hand held against her chest, taking  a deep breath before turning to the little black cat waiting patiently for her to address him.

“Where did you come from, little guy?” she finally asked, holding her hand out to him. 

With that invitation, he moved forward to sniff at her fingers. He knew her scent already, having spent all day following her and Alya around. It had taken some time to pick out their scents among all baked goods and the coffee, not to mention the customers. 

However, when his nose bumped against her and he took in the smell that was purely her own, he could feel his heart swell. 

This.

This was what had kept him here all day. 

Adrien immediately started purring and rubbed his face against her knuckles. She obligingly closed her hand until he let up the pressure. Before she could do much else, he had moved to her lap and stood tall, using the front of her shoulder as a brace so he could reach her face.

“Oh my,” she giggled, “You’re a friendly one aren’t you?” Marinette lowered her head to give him better access as she reached up to pet his back and scratch at his neck.

In response, his purr increased in volume, allowing himself to get lost in her smell and her touch. 

“How did you get in here?” Marinette pulled away just enough to look at him again. 

He was just now opening his striking green eyes to watch her once again. She hadn’t realized that he had closed them. And looking into them now, a thought suddenly struck her. 

When did he get in here?

She hooked her hands under his ribs and picked him up so she could stand. Once she was up, she held Adrien to her chest and resumed her original path before her little discovery. She pulled out an open bottle of cream and a small dish.

Adrien perked up in her arms, watching intently as she poured just a little of the heavenly substance into the dish and set it on the floor for him. The moment his feet touched the floor, he moved up and just before he dove in he stopped short to chirp his thanks at her.

She giggled again and ran a hand down his back. 

“You’re welcome, little guy.” 

Marinette stood, leaning her hip against the counter and tapped her chin. After a moment, she pulled out her phone to send a text. Then leaned back down to a squatting position, only for Adrien to race over and rub his side against her shins. She reached over to scratch behind his ear.

“Hey, how would you like to come home with me tonight?” 

Hearing this, his head perked up. He jumped into her lap and chirped happily at her. Warmth spread through his chest at the giggle that escaped her once again. 

He liked that sound. 

Picking up the now empty dish, Marinette stood to wash it before turning to pull on her coat and grab her purse. Then she pulled on a set of earmuffs and gloves.

Looking at her all bundled up in winter gear, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her. 

She. Was. Adorable.

The coat’s red wool stopped just above her knees, hugging in all the right places and flaring out slightly at her hips. A black belt was tied in the back instead of wrapping around the front. The lower hem, mandarin collar and cuffs were lined with what looked like black fur. The coat itself was very sleek in its design with no buttons or pockets to be seen. The zipper that held it closed was sturdy, but unassuming and well hidden among the fur collar. 

The red earmuffs brought out the blue tint to her midnight hair, pulled up in a messy top bun. And her red gloves, black leggings and cute, fur lined boots completed the look perfectly.

When she finally turned to him and leaned down to invite him into her arms, it took him a second to bring himself to move. He was hypnotised. 

Seeing him stare at her, she smiled and stood up. 

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning around to model for him. “I made it myself.” 

If a cat could blush, he definitely would have been doing just that. He was impressed to say the least. 

He finally moved up to her and let her pick him up once again, they left the little cafe.

Marinette set him down in her car and after plugging her phone in to start charging, they set off to a nearby grocery store. 

“I’ll be right back, Little Guy. I just need to pick up some ice cream and a few other things.” And with that, she was off. 

Left alone in the car, Adrien reflected on his day. Eventually, his mind wandered to his best friend, and a bubble of guilt rose in him. That was when he noticed that Marinette had left her phone with him. 

Quickly, he checked to make sure no one was nearby when he shifted to his human form and grabbed the phone.

It only rang once before the line picked up.

“Lahiffe.” Adrien flinched a little at the all-business tone his friend used. He was unused to it being used on him and he had to remind himself that he wasn’t using his own phone.

“Nino, I can explain.” He had to stop at the sound of a breath being released on the other end of the line.

“You went for a run this morning and ended up at The LadyBlogger Café and you just couldn’t help yourself, so you shifted into a cat and went in.” 

There was a beat of silence before, “You found my clothes on the roof.”

“Yeah, man. I found your clothes on the roof.” Nino paused. Adrien could just picture him removing his hat to run a hand through his hair. “You do know I’m in real hot water here, right?”

“I’m sorry, Nino,” Adrien said, checking his surroundings once again to make sure Marinette wasn’t back yet. “Listen, I don’t have much time. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay and I should be back tomorrow.”

“...Wait,” His best friend’s voice suddenly sounded much more alert. “Where are you now?”

“I’m… uh… currently sitting in Marinette’s car waiting for her to return from the grocery store.”

There was another pause.

“Does she know you’re anything besides a normal house cat?”

Adrien smirked as he checked the windows again. “You mean besides a super friendly house cat?”

The phone went so silent that Adrien had to check if the line had disconnected.

It had not.

When he placed the phone by his ear again, he could hear movement on the other side.

“Right,” came Nino’s tired voice, “We’ll talk more tomorrow.” He paused. “And Adrien.”

“Yeah?” The guilt Adrien had felt earlier tripled.

“Take care. And don’t reveal yourself. My job is hard enough right now without bringing Nonmagics into all this.”

“I won’t. And thanks Nino. Seriously, I really appreciate it.”

“You got it, Dude.” Nino laughed a little. “Just don’t make a habit of this. I can only handle so much Grumpy Gabe.”

Adrien laughed at that, asking, “Is there any other kind?”

He was rewarded with the sound of Nino’s chuckle. “Later, Man.”

“Later.” Adrien looked at the phone and tapped the red button, ending the call. Then he went in and deleted it from Marinette’s call history before setting the phone down where Marinette had left it.

With that done, He shifted back into the little black cat that Marinette was expecting.

When she got back, Adrien watched as she placed a couple of bags on the passenger side floor. She reached over to scratch his head in greeting before buckling herself in and starting the car.

Adrien found himself watching their path through the window, committing this journey to memory. Nino had asked him to not make a habit out of today, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t still visit.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at their destination. Once parked, Marinette got out and rounded the little car. She opened the passenger side door and grabbed the groceries in one hand. Adrien went to her, making it easy for her to pick him up, when she called for him.

As she straightened, he decided that it would be easiest for her if she had at least one hand free to open her front door. So, he climbed up to rest over her shoulder, causing her to giggle once more.

“I’m home,” Marinette called once she was inside. She set to pull three bowls from the cupboards: two for the ice cream she had bought and one small enough for a can of tuna.

“What took you so long, Girl? Movie night was about to start without you.” Adrien could hear Alya’s voice coming from the other room.

Marinette opened the can of tuna and as the scent hit him, he realized that he hadn’t had anything to eat all day. Having gone out to run long before anyone would think to send breakfast up to his room.

The smell of fish consumed him and he happily jumped down from Marinette’s shoulder, stopping just long enough to press against her leg and sound his thanks.

She reached down to pet him, giggling at his antics.

“You’re very welcome,” she muttered to him before turning to fill the larger bowls with ice cream.

He had stopped paying attention to the conversation between the two women the moment the concept of food had occurred to him, thought he was fairly certain that he had heard the word “surprise” mentioned somewhere.

It didn’t take long for him to eat the tuna that had been set out and once finished, he turned to find Marinette returning to the kitchen.

“Hold on. Don’t get up,” she was saying.

“Too late,” Alya stated, her voice moving closer, “I’m up!”

“Alya!” Marinette laughed, pushing her girlfriend out of sight. “Wait! You’re going to ruin it!”

Alya huffed and seemed to stop pushing.

“Close your eyes,” Marinette demanded, trying to stifle another giggle.

Alya let out a long and dramatic groan before she started almost whining, “Mari, hurry up!”

Adrien rounded the corner to join them just in time to see Alya drop her head back impatiently. As he approached them, he rubbed against Marinette’s now bare ankles to let her know that he was there.

“Okay, okay” she said, “One sec.” She reached down to pick him up again.

It was amusing to Adrien to see the suspicious expression on Alya’s face as Marinette took the other woman’s hand in her own and guided it to his neck, encouraging her to pet him. Her eyes snapped open and lit up at the sight of the little black cat. Then she looked up at her girlfriend.

“He’s adorable. It is a ‘he’ right?” She bent her head as if she wanted to check but decided against it at the last second.

“Yes, he’s a ‘he’.” Marinette laughed again. “I’d say ‘boy’ but that seems a little young to me.” She pressed her face to him, causing him to purr even louder than he had been before.

Alya chuckled. “I think he likes you. Where did you find him?”

“At the cafe. He revealed himself to me just as I was about to head out.” The two of them started moving to the living room to make themselves comfortable in the mountain of blankets on the couch. “I think he may have gotten in with one of the customers and, just,” she paused to adjust herself, “never left.”

Once settled, Alya had her feet propped up on the coffee table, Marinette was leaning on her right side with her legs curled under her and Adrien was placed between them, so they could both enjoy his company.

“Huh, I wonder if he belongs to someone…” Alya mused, scratching under his chin. She suddenly smiled, and, to Adrien’s surprise, booped his nose. “In the meantime, do I get to name him?”

Marinette glanced at her girlfriend sideways before saying, “I think that would depend on the name…”

Alya hummed thoughtfully for a moment, watching as Adrien blinked, then proceeded to clean his face. “What about… Plagg?”

Adrien paused to look at Alya. Judging by the look on her face, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. He couldn’t help but hope she was. He really didn’t want to be called ‘Plagg’.

“What?” came Marinette’s response, “That’s a terrible name for him. Maybe for, like, a grumpy cat or something. Not for someone as friendly as this little guy.”

Thank you.

Adrien resumed cleaning his face. If he were to choose a name for himself, it would have to be something like Ch-

“How about Chat Noir?” Marinette asked. 

Adrien froze mid-lick to his paw and blinked. 

Did she just…? Did I just…? 

He slowly returned his paw to the blanket and started watching Marinette. She was looking up at Alya as the latter mulled over the suggested name.

Alya was watching him as she tested the name, before saying to Marinette, “Well, it's not very imaginative, but I guess it works. I think he likes it anyways. He hasn't stopped looking at you since you said it.” She reached over to rub his ear.

Adrien couldn't help but close his eyes contentedly at the gesture, causing Marinette to giggle at him before suggesting they start movie night. 

It was then that both of the young women settled further into their mountain of blankets, hit play and began eating their ice cream. Adrien made himself more comfortable in the blankets and snuggling closer. 

As the movie went on, Adrien paid little attention to it. The warmth and happiness in this room was intoxicating. He couldn’t resist letting himself be lost in it, lost in the heavenly scents that surrounded him, lost in the cuddles that he was so unaccustomed to receiving. He was content to just stay here, in this moment.

He didn't notice when he started squirming in his spot. He didn't notice when it was that he started feeling a little overheated. Or when Marinette’s attention had turned to him over the movie.

What he did notice was the note of curiosity in Marinette’s voice when she spoke.

“Hey, Alya?”

“Yeah?” Alya’s attention was still on the movie. When he opened his eyes to look at her, her cheeks were slightly flushed. It was then that he heard a seductive moan coming from the television. He vaguely wondered what movie was playing.

His eyes turned to Marinette when she spoke again.

“When do cats go into heat?” She was looking at him, her head just tilted to one side.

What? Why would she ask that?

“Beats the hell outta me,” Alya muttered, still entranced by the scene playing before her. “God, they’re so hot.” She absentmindedly moved to pet Adrien, curling her fingers to half massage his side.

Marinette pulled out her phone and started looking something up. 

Distracted by the gentle petting, Adrien moved his head to better smell the hand that treated him so, licking it to show his approval, his purr almost deafening to his own ears.

It was a few minutes before Marinette spoke up again. When she did she sounded rather intrigued.

“Huh...” she said, still looking at her phone. 

“What?” Alya asked, still gently massaging the squirming cat between them.

“Well, apparently male cats don't go into heat.”

Adrien’s attention snapped to Marinette once again. He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering why she needed to know this information. And what had gotten her so curious about it? Did she think there was something going on with him? That didn’t make any sense...

“What do you mean? Of course they do,” Alya responded, her attention still wrapped up in the movie they had been watching.

“No,” Marinette said, “Apparently, they respond to the scent of the females around them who are in heat.” 

There was silence.

Adrien stilled as the implications of Marinette’s discovery occurred to him. It was in this moment that he noticed that his breathing had been heavier, and just what he may have been doing while he was squirming…

And if his behavior had made Marinette curious to look it up….

Oh…

Oh no...

Alya’s ministrations on his side stopped as she slowly turned to stare at her girlfriend, letting the information set in. When Marinette finally moved to look at her with a raised eyebrow, Alya locked eyes with her. 

Before anyone knew what was happening, Alya was on her feet and moving around the couch, knocking Marinette off balance. Her shoulders were tense, raised up near her ears as she stated, “No.”

Marinette straightened herself on the couch where she’d fallen into the now empty seat beside her, catching Adrien before she accidentally shoved him off of the couch completely. The two of them looked at each other before turning toward Alya.

“No,” she said again, her voice raising in pitch. “No. No. No, no, no.” She narrowed her eyes, righteous fury burning behind the near-golden color. 

Adrien’s heart steadily climbed into his throat.

“Absolutely not!” This time her voice raised an octave as she pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. 

A small part of his mind hoped that he could be mistaken and that she was actually pointing a Marinette… but if he was honest with himself… He knew that was not the case. He was still trying to put all the pieces together through his shock when Alya finally just gave him the answer.

“I am not fucking the cat!”

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My First - Namjin Fanfiction |First Hangout|

Chapter One Namjoon spend the next day looking for Jin at school. Turns out he didn't have any classes with him, they only had lunch together. He was going to sit with him during lunch but Jimin said no. Plus Jin looked happy talking with this other guy with orange hair. "Namjoon-ahh let's go." Jimin whined. Namjoon was waiting for Jin after school. "Jimin I told you I was gonna wait for Jin. Why don't you go home or hang out with Yoongi." It wasn't a question it was a command. His silver hair friend let out a groan and left. "Namjoon!" He heard a familiar high pitch voice. "Jin!" I yelled back. Jin stopped in front of me and punched my shoulder. "Aish what the fuck." I cursed at him as I ran my fingers them. "You're supposed to call me hyung. I'm older than you." I couldn't help but smile at his whining. It was cute. "How was I supposed to know. I barely met you yesterday." "I'm sorry I forgot." Guilt was place all over his face. "It's okay it only hurt a little." "Do you want me to kiss it better?" Jin teased. "Sure." Namjoom smirk. "Wait what..?" His eyes went wide. "You asked so I answered. Now go make my shoulder better," Namjoon commanded. "Okay." He kissed his hand and then placed it on my left shoulder. "Anyway, why were you waiting for me? Aren't you busy?" "Uhh, I wanted to ask you something. And yes I'm busy but I decided to cancel everything I had today to hangout with you." "What if I didn't want to hangout with you. I couldn't have other plans." "Do you?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "No. Let's go." Jin grabbed my hand and took me to his car. "You didn't bring your car right?" "I did but I can tell Yoongi to come and get it." "Yoongi? Isn't that the guy that's always sleeping in class?" Namjoon nodded. "How did you get to be friends with him. Last time we were partner up for a project all he did was sleep or talk about music. He never once helped me. But thanks to my smartness we got a A++." "Don't tell anyone but he's actually from our company too. We were pretty close when we were rookies and during my debut. Yoongi is actually the one who inspired me to come back to school." "That's so cool. Are you guys releasing anything together anytime soon?" "We are," Namjoon smiled, "but that's a secret so you best not tell anyone." "Okay." Jin laughed. "Can I drive? I wanna take you somewhere." Jin nodded and got on the passenger seat. "Are you friends with everyone at school?" Jin asked. "There's only a couple I'm already close with. Yoongi, Taehyung-" "Isn't that the guy that has a rectangular smile?" Namjoon nodded and then continued, "Jimin- ah which reminds me. Im really sorry about the way he acted yesterday. He was in a pissy mood so he took his anger out on you." Jin's smile turned into a visible frown. "Yeah I understand. But don't worry I'm all good now." He patted Jin's head. "Good cause I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. And that's it, I'm only close to three people. Well four counting you. What about you? Are you close with anyone at the school?" "Hmmm, there's Hoseok who I known pretty much my whole life. Ah- Jungkook, he's a few years younger than us. He lives next door so we hang out everyday. That's about it. Plus you of course." Jin winked at the younger boy. He didn't seem to notice since he was driving. "So where are we heading?" The pink hair asked after minutes of staring out the window. "We're going to this famous store that I know and then the park." "Why are we heading to the store?" "To buy some snacks. I though you'll be hungry." Namjoon didn't want to admit but he asked Yoongi to do a background check on Jin. He was actually aware that Jin was older but didn't want to called him hyung because it would of been creepy. He found out Jin's favorite color, hobbies, talents, sleep schedule, and his living family members. Apparently they have that type of information at school. Something about wanting to make the students and teachers as comfortable as they can since they are the one studying. *** "What do you want." "Can I get everything." Jin stopped when we arrived to the candy section. "Do you think we can?" "Do you really? Cause I can buy you anything you want." Jin's eyes winded and immediately started yelling, "no! I was kidding! I don't want to make it seem as if I'm using you for money." Namjoon placed a hand on Jin's shoulder.  "I told you I'll buy you everything you want. Don't worry about so just go and choose whatever you want." "Ugh okay but I have to pay you back." "Jin you know that's the least of my worries. I have lots of money. You can pay me back with your happiness." "Namjoon you're so cheesy. Thank you!" Jin leaned in and kissed Namjoon's cheek. "Would that be enough as a payback." Namjoon nodded with a red face. "Just get anything and don't worry about the price." Namjoon forgot to mention but he took Jin to the most expensive grocery in Seoul where the prices were dollars than one thousand dollars. "What kind of chocolates are these? How come I never seen them before?" "These chocolates were made by a seventy- eight year old artist name Kim Won Le. He died at the age of eighty-two by a heart attack. He only did a limited amount of chocolates which is why they cost a lot." Jin frown. "Then we shouldn't get them." He put them back were they belong." "You're right, we shouldn't. There's a bigger box." Namjoon reached on top of the shelf and got a double size box with forty chocolates in it. "Namjoon what are you doing. I don't like you spending money on me." "Then pretend its a present for your birthday." "My birthday is in December." Namjoon sigh in annoyance but still he put the box in the basket. He took a hold of my hand and they continue walking looking for other snacks. When they went to pay Jin couldn't help but feel guilty about Namjoon wasting his money of him. "Hyung how about we split the money?" Jin nodded, he was feeling good about it since he has a good amount of money. "You're total is $11,327 with forty five cents. The cashier said smiling. "Wait what...?" Jin only had a couple of hundreds in his wallet. "Namjoon I don't think.." "Huyng it's alright." Namjoon took out his wallet and payed for the snacks, in cash. Jin started feeling guilty again. "I'm gonna put the stuff on the car, wait for me outside." Namjoon took the bags and left. "Are you two together?" The cashier asked once Namjoon was out of the view. Jin's face was red. "No we're just friends." "Isn't he that famous rapper, what's his name... Rap Monster," Jin nodded "How do you know him?" The cashier asked again. "We go to school together. Hint the uniforms." "Do you like him?" Freaking cashier doesn't know how to shut her mouth. "I uhh..." "Jin let's go." Namjoon grabbed Jin's hand before I could reply to her. "Did you possibly hear everything?" "Only when she asked you if you like me. Do you?" "I mean I like your music but as in I like 'like' you...no." Namjoon tried to hide his frown but it was noticeable for Jin to see. "Namjoon?" Jin said in a low whisper. "I bought a blanket for us to sit at when we get to the park. And I also got a bug spray so that they won't bother us." * * * The ride to the park was awkward. Jin kept stealing glances at Namjoon once a while but he never took a glance at Jin. The older friend was getting frustrated. Yes, he did like Namjoon but he wasn't too sure if it was a crush. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything to him. Namjoon once again grabbed the food and and a different bag which contained the spray and blanket. "Thank you for doing this Namjoom." Jin kissed Namjoon's hand, the one he was holding his hands with. Namjoon was confused. He was gay and he wasn't in the closet. Well, only his closes friends and his family and his manager know. But as for the fans, they were clueless. Especially since his manager is against it, not his sexuality but who he dates. Back when Namjoon first debuted he started going out with a guy from the same company as him. The guy was a rebel, completely opposite from Namjoon. He would swear, smoke in public places, been caught multiple times having sex in restrooms, and has also been caught stealing in many stores. The rapper's manager didn't like him one bit so he kicked the older guy out of the group once his contract was over. And when it did, Namjoon and his older boyfriend broke up. The guy was furious. He followed Namjoon around until he was alone and almost raped him. He was suddenly stopped by Yoongi, that's how they met. The guy hasn't showed up ever since. But Namjoon was feeling confused on the mixed signals Jin has been showing him. He's clingy and kisses a lot- and also lets Namjoon hold his hand, and then he's saying he has no feeling towards him. Namjoon didn't have a crush on his hyung, at least not yet. When he's around Jin he feels warm and carefree. He doesn't have to worry about the elder only using him for fame or money. He doesn't have to pretend to be the bad boy rapper image his manager told him to act as. He can be his usual shy geek that lives to read and listen to jazz music. Namjoon lives rapping, it was his dream but the sound of jazz makes him calm and helps him concentrate. That's what he also feels like when he's around Jin. Would it be too soon to have a crush on Jin. Maybe he just likes being around him, so it couldn't be that. "I didn't know they sold lots of American candy here. Have you tried any of these?" Jin asked the rapper "Just the basic ones. Lollipops and the chocolates. Have you?" Jin shook his head in response. *** After their small picnic they went to walk around to wherever their feet lead. They got to know each other better and even thought Jin knew mostly everything about Namjoon, he got to learn more about him during his training years. For the rest of the day went great, they didn't get mob by fans just a couple came over and asked for pictures and autographs. Some fans even called Jin handsome and pointed out his amazing cheekbones. When it was dark, Jin drove Namjoon to his own apartment. He wanted to take him home himself but his manager said it was too risky so they send his chauffeur to pick him up. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Jin asked nervously when they got there, he didn't know if Namjoon would like to speak to him after he embarrassed himself today when he fell of the swings at the park. "Definitely. Since we have the same lunch, you and your friend should come and sit with us at our table. To get to know each other better." Jin nodded eagerly which made Namjoon feel better about his request to the elder. They both heard a beep behind them. Namjoon was leaning in for a hug but then Jin held his hand out for a high-five. "Oh ahaha," the rapper laugh feeling a neural relating to a nerve go in his nervous system. He slapped the older's hand slightly before getting out of the car and getting to the one behind. Jin now wished he should've of hugged Namjoon. ***

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Holii! Yesterday your inbox was hungry again and ate the ask number 8 :( (i don’t really know if the problem lies on your inbox or im doing something wrong when sending the asks tbh). Im sending it again only bcs it was the first part of the two asks i send about my sister, and maybe getting only half of it doesn’t make that much sense. You don’t have to answer, it just bothered me, sorry xd

Awwwww, I have customer that always says holiiiii!!! When she comes. And now she reminds me of you, jajajaa. But I read your holiii!!! with her voice 😅. I counted yesterday asks and there were 10, so maybe this time the problem was in your end 😝😝?? I see we’re both geeks of tech things,jajajajaja. Also, where is the message about your sister again??? jajajajajaj 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ what a pair. I thinks is just Tumblr, that is shit… jajaja

I saw the video of SOOT/Durkink. I wasn’t expecting that and i laughed too loud. JAJAJAJA. Also, i don’t know if you have instagram, but did you see Liam’s stories? He tried singing JBalvin parts and it was a mess. I guess they can now understand my struggle. He looked so lost, poor baby. That was even better than “una sacapuntas”. 😂 Anyway, i’m going to answer you now. (oh, and i’m sorry but for me its no under the cut. No even if i log in and read it on my dash).

Jajajajajja, it was very funny, wasn’t it? I’m gonna tag you in everything that makes me laugh,jajajajaja. Awwww, liam was so cuteeeee. I laughed so much as his puppy face. He looked so lost. He was so convinced he was talking Spanish… ayyyyyy. It’s a 10 for the effort. I kept thinking: that’s how I must sound singing in English,jjajajaja.

Here we go. Okay, first of all,i have to say that this new distribution was so confusing the first time i read dit, bcs it took me a while to figure out what were my asks and what were your answers, so at times i started reading and went…uuumh, that sounds familiar, i could have written that. Waaait… 🤦 🤦 🤦 Quite lame, jajajajaja. (1)

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’M SO SORRY FOR THAT MESS!!! I wrote everything in a note. And your asks were in bold. And when I started I thought: remember to check later that it stays this way on tumblr!! Butttttt, when the time came I was SO SLEEPY!!! I totally forgot!!! 😅😅. So, I’ll go back to normal this time, just in case (though I’m writing it the same way. I hope I don’t forget later🙏🏻). Also, I wanted to tell you a lot more, but I forgot everything,jajaja.

Yees, im feeling better, thanks for asking

Well, if it was fatigue, you have the whole weekend to rest. Hope your feeling better. Lol, I feel the same, jejeje, when I see you’ve messaged me, I’m like: how do I let her know I’ve read it, but I can’t answer now??? Asjkxs;sjdhcbuidsljd

I’ve been streaming it since yesterday, and imo is not bad. There’s only one sentence im feeling a bit ambivalent about, bcs im picky like that, but i think its quite good. I cant wait to hear it on the radio and tell everybody “THATS MY SON”(My friends are gonna freak out when they discover that for once, i know the lyrics of a JBalvin song. JAJAJAJ). You have to work 10h each day? That’s a long shift. Is that your usual schedule or is only this weekend? Espero que te sea leve 😘 (3)

I heard it again today, for a bit. And it isn’t reggeatton exactly? It doesn’t have that rhythm that I hate, jajjaja. So I think I’ll be able to listen to it. I haven read the lyrics yet, so I can’t tell you anything about it :/ Same about my friends,jajajjaa. I think mine are gonna be more shocked about me knowing a song in Spanish,jajajaja. They’re always teasing about not liking Spanish music. Which is not true, but well… 🤷🏻‍♀️ What sentence you don’t like? And my shit is parted, so al least I have a couple of hour of rest. It’s how small shops work. So 🤷🏻‍♀️ I don’t have to be back till next Saturday, so… jajajajaja

Ohhh. (I see what you did with IICF lyrics. Smart girl). I was indeed paying attention. I swear. I took notes and answered you at the same time. I’m used to take notes of the subjects while doing essays, so it wasnt hard. Your taxes are on safe hands, don’t worry. My indecisiveness help me broke the system. You choose the pink??? Well done!💖 (4. I think? Why do i lost track so easily?)

How lucky you are, you can pay attention to more than one thing. If smartphones and SM had been a thing back on my student days, I would have failed everything. In fact I did. The first time I had internet at home, I was 15. Oh god! The memories. Back then, Terra’s chat (that you probably don’t know what it is. I myself, don’t remember exactly either) was very popular to talk to people. I met a guy. Ah! My first real crush. We talked everyday via Messenger!! Awwww, he was 17. We talked so much… jajajajajaja I was pretty obsessed. We talked from 6pm (it was when my internet started to be cheaper), till 12am (bc we both had to wake up early the next morning. Oh my god!!!!! Jajjajaja. One day I told him my real age (he thought I was 16), and then we lost contact. Ay! my first love,jajajaja. We never met. ANYWAY!! This all just to tell you that I failed 6/11 class subjects that the first trimester!! It was the first time I had failed ANY class! And ended failing the whole year 🤦🏻‍♀️. So, good for me to not have had an iPhone back then,jajajaja.

Yes me too. With some of the shirts from Harry’s merch I feel like they didn’t even try. Lyrics with a font that looks like Times New Roman… Really? And yes. They are expensive. You haven’t decided it yet? Do they usually have the same things that in the web? Do they have more As you see, im not very versed in merchandising or concerts. Enlighten me pls. (I must say, i’m loving the Honey updates). (5).

I don’t even know what/where/IF they sell merch at Niall’s concert. I would think they do, but 🤷🏻‍♀️. I think I’d buy a shirt. I have the shirt Steve sold for JHO (all black, with Louis and Steve’s silhouettes on the breast, and  just hod on written in the back); and the shirt of Harry’s concert. So I’ll like to have one for each of the boys. I’ll see.jejeje.

Yes, it makes perfect sense. I totally get it. When I first heard OMO I thought “lol, me”. And when i heard Mirrors i though “not so lol. Me too”. I was so touched when he explained what was the reason that made him wrote Mirrors. He is too pure. We are so lucky to have him. After hearing your story i can assure you; i’m never going to get a lip ring. Never. Do you still have it to this day? 9 ear piercings? I still have to find the energy to go and get a 2nd one. (6)

One of the things I’m loving about the hiatus, it’s my new love for Niall. When I first knew the band I thought: I can understand why people like all the boys, but Niall? What’s is there to like??? And oh girl, was I wrong! In my humble opinion, he’s the one who’s having the best solo career. Not based in awards or anything like that ( I don’t think successfulness is marked with that). But I don’t know, he’s making a name for him. He had it so “difficult”. Because when people heard his name, they didn’t put a face or a gossip story behind it. But step by step his making himself known, and I’m very proud. And I love his music. And I love to hear him talking in interviews. And those work out sessions are paying off, ajajajajajjaaajsj. So, all my respect to him. (To te rest too, eh 😜)9 ear piercing plus the ones you “get born” with!!! Jajaja. Those were the 00s,jajjajaja.

Well, they cant be much cheaper than now, right? Bcs now we have to pay for separate tickets. That way would be just 1. Let’s see. They would play all of their songs from Four. Almost all of the tracks from Made in the AM and MM. Compulsorily. But i let them have creative license choosing which songs from UAN & TMH they want to play. Im no dictator. What about you? What would you choose? A camera? Which kind of camera? I’m sure you’ll use it again. There’s plenty of occasions, trips & so. (6)

See? I was very sleepy, I didn’t thought about that. It would be just one ticket, not four like now. I seriously hate them. They only want me for my money 😡😡😂😂😂😂. My setlist would have to have! Over Again (indispensable), Four’s songs, MITAM’s songs, solo’s songs. Also, the stage would be small, so they had to talk with each other and walk around each other. And I don’t know, I just want them back together, jajajja. The camera I bought is the LUMIX TZ70. I saw someone has posted videos of Harry’s concert from very far away, but it was only his face. Like it had a big BIG zoom. And I went to their IG, and they had the name of their camera as a bio,jajaja, bc people asked them too much. So I looked it up in Amazon. And I bought it. Mymy. Now I only have to go on trips and those things to use it…😅.

Right direction? What a responsibility. Idk. All that topics are really related to what im studying, so i just learn about it in class, and then, outside the classroom, i read as many articles and books as i can. I just read whatever seems interesting to me. Sorry i’m useless. What i wanted to say is that im no expert on any of that subjects, but i find them interesting. Thats all. (Your mom cant recognise Liam? Im surprised bcs Liam has quite a distinctive voice, at least to me). (7)

I think it is interesting. I’d love to know a lot more. I just like to learn new things. And I love when people tell and explain me things when I’ve said something wrong. So, that’s what I meant, jejej, that if I ever say something wrong, feel free to call me out on it, please.I don’t know why she can’t recognize his voice!! She just says: it’s not this or that, so it has to be him,jajajaa. (I need your opinion on zayn and j Bieber, before I go on with this,jajaja).

JAJAJAJ. Sadly i get too many “hmmm, if you want…” with my friends. And they are usually followed by “You all are crazy”. But yeah, whatever. I’m living my truth. I’ll definitely come and talk to you. Dont worry. (8),

Yes please!! You’re always welcomed here with every wild thought you have!! Jajja. I’ll do the same. I’ll write tags post to you whenever I have something to tell you, jajajaja. Now, I’m gonna check my inbox again, to make sure I had t left any ask without  answer. You sent 12 asks today?? You’re amazing!! Thanks!! Ayayayay!!! I have to talk to you about a fic I’m reading. I haven’t finish it yet, but girl! It’s one of those I’ve had to stop reading bc it was to cute!!! I have even hugged my iPad  because I couldn’t hug Louis,jajaja. Do you read fics?? If that… lets talk, jajajajajja.Last, Honey came to say hello a while back. Their cousins (my sister’s dog) is spending the weekend here with them, because my sister is on a trip, so it will be an eventful weekend, I’m sure, jajajaja.Byeeeee Love!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Pd: answering to the last thing you said yesterday :) LOU IS BACK!!! But how predictable that was!!! Jajajja. Even I said we would see him now that Harry was  a world away. Anyway, I love seeing his face. Can’t wait for what it’s to come!! Bring it!! Jajajja

#anon #this looks better doesn't it #jajja #AHHHHH!!! it's 1am!! I’m going to go to bed!!!! #cdncuedndnciefc #I tried the read more again #I don’t know why it doesn't work 😒