#like god the reveal of what’s on side b of the record

[abravesoul03]

How did you guys meet & Who confessed first?

WayB Noze X Fem reader

Warnings: NONE

A/N: Hello there my dear luvvies ~ here's a little something for Noze~💓 it's been some time since I posted something due to being a little busy with classes. I'm currently in my last semester so yeah busier than usual 🙂 but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this.

P.S: I used my oc for this writing. Hope you guys love Riki 🥹💕.

( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)

HOW THINGS STARTED

Let's just say that your a popular producer and Noze is a popular dancer/choreographer, both under SM ent.

And you being one of Kai's main producer while she's one of the main backup dancer.

It was funny how you guys met. You weren't really the type to talk to people, not that you were mean or rude it's just not your thing. You always try your best to mind your own business.

So one day when Noze was informed that there will be a group of trainees that she and Kai had to train, she was excited. She wanted the training session to be perfect.

As the session was about to start, Noze took the attendance of all of the trainees. Her brows furrowed realising that 1 more trainee had yet to show up.

At that exact given moment you on the other hand you peeked your head through the door, checking into see the power in the studio was on cus your recording studio had shut down suddenly.

"Ahh there you are!! You must be Jung Haerin. You know you should be on time for our next session." Noze said as she tugged you into the studio.

Mind you that you and Noze have never met before. And Kai wasn't present yet.

You were confused like literally confused. What was going on? Jung Haerin? But your Ishiriki?

"b-but I'm not-" "Ok everyone! Good evening. I'm Noze your trainer for today's session. Now everyone pair up! We're going to learn a duo routine yeah?"

All the trainees were paired up except for you, who was still deep in confusion.

"Hey, you don't have a partner?" Your only response was you tilted your head to the side like a lost puppy.

"I'm not a trainee-" "Come here you can be my partner~" Noze gave you no space for you to talk as she pulled you closer to her.

-"Ok everyone like this, 1- 2- 3- to the left and down up to right back front. Got it? Now try it with your partners!"

-Jihye turned her head to you. "Hey come on give it a try!"

-You could have danced, the moves were simple but, you weren't really built for dancing you know. As someone whose skilled in lyrics and beats dancing wasn't your thing.

-At that moment the door opened revealing another girl, she made her way to Noze and started to apologize for being late to the session.

-Now Jihye is the one in confusion.

-"So your Jung Haerin?" The girl noded. "Then who are you?!"

-Finally she gave time to reply. "Just like I have been trying to tell you I'm n-"

-Again you were interrupted, this time by Kai himself. But it was a relief seeing him as you were close with him.

-"Heyy guys I'm here, Omg Hey Riki what are you doing here? Didn't know you knew how to dance hahaha." Kai knew about your ability to dance and he was messing with you.

"Jeongin oppa~ ok let me explain I'm not a trainee here. God finally."

"Ok and? Your one of my producers? Why would you be a trainee?" Kai looked at you with knitted brows.

-Jihye's eyes opening in shock as she realises.

"W-wan so your not-" "Nope I'm not a trainee here, it's nice to meet you I'm Damian Ishiriki. One of SM.ent's and Kai's main producer."

Kai bursts out laughing his guts off realising what had happened before his presence.

You were so done, and just walked out without waiting for a reply.

Jihye was embarrassed. She than understood after Kai had explained. She felt bad for not having listened to you.

After the training session, all she could think about was you. Were you mad at her? Did she scare you?

She decided to pay you a visit the next day. With a piece of your favourite cake as a sign of her apology.

The next day she went to your studio, she's heard that your always in there. Arriving to the company at early in the morning and leaving late at night.

Jihye knocked gently on the door a few times waiting for a reply...a few seconds passed as she was about the knock again the door opened revealing you.

"Hi? How can I help you?" "Hey Ishiriki right? I'm Noze, uhm you know yesterday haha, I was wondering if we could talk? Just for awhile ~"

You couldn't say no to her, she looked somewhat kinda cute asking you like that.

"uh ok, sure come in." You opened the door wider for her. You closed the door behind her and let her sit at the empty chair besides yours Infront the P.A. system panel.

"Ok so first all I'm really really sorry for have listened to what you wanted to say yesterday. I really mistook you for a trainee. You just looked so young and cute I thought that you were a trainee. I'm so sorry please forgive me? Please accept this cake if your not mad at me anymore."

She did a little bowing gesture from her seat while offering you the cake. You just giggled while accepting the cake.

"No way! You got me a mango cream cheese cake? Hahaha no worries at all I'm not mad. It was a just a misunderstanding. And besides that you shouldn't be apologizing, it should be me. I should have knocked before entering. And Jeongin opah told me your a 97 liner? I'm a lot younger than you~"

Noze looked at you nodding, and took a few seconds admiring you. Then her head shifted to the screen Infront of you.

"ooh what's that?" She had questioned about your current song in progress for Taemin's comeback. You we're close with many artists from SM and Hybe.

"ah that's the song that I'm currently working on for Taemin opah's comeback. I shouldn't be really asking or telling this to anyone but would like to hear a snippet of it?" Jihye giggled and nodded.

"God I would be honoured ~"

And that's how your friendship with Jihye began. Both of you shared many things about eachother that day.

(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω ◡)(◡ ω )

WHO CONFESSED FIRST/HOW DID THEY CONFESS

-The one who confessed first was Noze obviously. Miss gurl was head over heels for you since day 1 but was afraid of getting rejected. So she decided to take things slow by befriending you.

-Would probably need a lot of coaxing from her friends to muster up the courage to confess her feelings for you.

-About 5 months into the relationship, Jihye invited you over her place. You thought it as a normal movie date between friends. But you were wrong.

-The moment you stepped in her apartment something felt off. You could feel the weird tension from Jihye.

-She had set out a selection of your favourite snacks and drinks on the table.

-The movie started to play but only you were paying attention. Not her. Her attention was all on you only you.

"Riki?" "Yes Ji?" She loved the nickname you gave her.

"there's something I wanna talk about." You took the remote from the armrest and paused the movie looking at her.

"look Riki, I like you. Like I love you. I wanna tell you that your such a nice girl who had won my heart from the first day itself. I don't know what else to say rather than ask. W-will be my girl?"

She looked down immediately on her lap as those words came out.

"oh Jihye..."

Your words were making her anxious.

"I would love to be your girlfriend." You threw yourself on top of her trapping her in a hug.

"I never knew you were the one who was gonna confess first."

Again you made her confused. 'confess first?' what does that mean?.

You leaned in and pecked her lips then got up, you quickly grab a letter from your back pocket handing it to her. Making your way to the door.

"well it's getting pretty late, I should be heading home now unnie. I'll text when I get back."

You left her, on the couch. She was still in massive shock. Did you just kiss her? She opened the letter and gave and read it. You were also confessing your feelings for her through the letter.

Noze got up running around her apartment in excitement shouting. It was a good thing her neighbours were away on vacation or else someone would have gotten a noise complaint filed.

-THE END-

( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )( ╹▽╹ )

#abravesoul.txt #abravesoul thoughts #swf2 imagine #swf2 #swf2 x reader #noh jihye #noze smut #noze x readee #noze x reader #swf wayb #swf x reader

[artzychic27]

Maybe the Akuma, Science, Recess, and Theater class/kids should have a “We Gotta Get Rid of Marinette or Send Her To Therapy” meeting

Mason: I would like to call this “Ranting about Marinette/Ladybug” meeting to order. Now, let us read the minutes. Dot?

Dot: ‘October 15th, 4:12pm, Brecken aired his grievances, stating, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a no-good-”

Kim: Can we just loudly complain?

Mason: Hmm… I don’t see why not. Proceed.

Rose: MARINETTE TOOK MY HAMSTER PLUSHIE!

Eri: She ruined my gown!

Genevieve: My singing voice is atrocious because of her!

Denise: I’m just supposed to let some creep pummel me into the dirt and wait for that bug to show up five minutes later?! Hell no!

Nino: I can’t believe I ever had a crush on that girl!

Nathaniel: I know! What were we thinking?!

Spinelli: That little fox ruined some of my best work! I spent hours on that mural! Do you know how hard working with chalk is?!

Reshma: I couldn’t make any new friends because of her!

Marc: If she ever gives you guys dating advice, just walk away!

Austin T: I NEVER hit Jean! What the hell is Ladybug’s problem?!

Soo-Yeon: Candance and I were in surgery because of that chick!

Kim: Ladybug?

Candance: No, Marinette.

Alya: That girl is getting to be way too much! Being her friend is like a full-time job without the pay! I could be rolling in cash!

DJ: Then, it’s decided. We take Marinette down, then Ladybug.

Cosette: How?

DJ: I have no clue.

Lotta: Well, it’s gotta be done now! We’ve all seen just how far Marinette will go to get rid of anyone Adrien so much as smiles at!

Rochelle: … Well…

Austin B: Oh, I know that look. Spill.

Rochelle: I mean, we could all put our skills to use. It’s one against… What, like thirty? Thirty-five? You get the idea. What do we have to be afraid of? Several of us come from influential families, and I’m looking at a few people who could easily hack into the government. Do you all see where I’m headed?

Austin Q: Oh, my God, we’re dumb!

Gia: We could have stood together as a united front this entire time!

Victoria: Rochelle, honey, you sit next to me, and I mean forever. Where do we start?

Rochelle: Alya, you’re still close to Marinette, right?

Alya: It’s a one-sided closeness.

Rochelle: Good enough. Gather any evidence of her misdeeds. “Accidentally” record her talking about her plans to sabotage some poor girl who shows an interest in Adrien. Mason, I know very well that your personal files on the students are more secure than the NSA’s.

Mason: *Blushes* Well, I guess.

Rochelle: Anything we pick up goes to you until it’s time for the grand reveal.

Ivan: That takes care of Marinette, but what about Ladybug?

Rochelle: If I’m correct, I’m sure we won’t have to worry about her.

Alix: Cryptic much?

Rochelle: Very much, yes. But, trust me. All our problems will soon be resolved.

Austin A: *To Austin B* I can see why you like hanging out with zir.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #theater kids #science kids #recess class #akuma class #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #mlb ocs #Marinette dupain-cheng bashing #Marinette salt #Marinette bashing

[ogdoadfates]

For percahlia and from one of your fluff prompt lists:

Person A helping Person B with a issue in their house. (like broken washing machine, ect)

(Maybe a Modern AU where Vex knows he tinkers/maybe has even received gifts but was somehow unprepared for having Percy in her house with his sleeves rolled up looking a little sweaty/greasy from the repairs. Maybe a Oh my god FOREARMS moment 👀)

So currently my only ‘normal’ modern au is my college au, which this actually works for because the Twins apartment breaks/needs repairs often. Hope it’s alright then that this is taking place in my college au! (I need to work on a general modern au one at some point) Hope ya like it!

Vax had texted her that Percy was at their apartment to fix their AC unit, which thank the gods Emon is in the middle of a heat wave and her, Vax, and Trinket have been melting for days now. But what she wasn’t expecting to find was Percy wearing a rather loose and revealing tank top while he worked, the daylight from the window causing him to shine like some sort of medieval blacksmith god that’s been working at his forge for gods know how long.

After a moment he notices her presence, turning his gaze to her for a second. “Oh, hello Vex’ahlia. I’m almost done, should only take me roughly another hour or so.” He chirps as he returns his attention to the dysfunctional machine. She is fully aware that she’s blushing a storm but how is she supposed to not react to him?

“Gods, I don’t know if Vax already told you but thank you so much for doing this, I don’t know how much longer we could put up with this blasted heat.” She tells him, dropping her book bag to the floor and plopping herself down onto the couch. Get a grip Vex. Sure it’s rare to see him in anything close to revealing but gods. She grumbles to herself in her mind.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure. No need to thank me, I needed a new project to do anyway otherwise Keyleth would throw something at me for trying to modify the record player again.” He chuckles and gods could Vex invision that exact scenario causing a smile and laugh to come over her as she situates herself better on the couch to better watch Percy work. 

She fully knows she’s just feeding herself eye candy at this point but she doesn’t care, getting caught staring at him and his arms be damned. The two of them remain in comfortable silence for the remainder of the repairs. 

As much as she enjoys the skin he’s showing she also can’t help but get enjoyment from how happy he seems by working on the AC unit. She knows he works on his own personal projects all the time but it is rare that she gets to see him in his element and what a sight it is, the usually tight as a string man is loose and free with a constant pleased smile permanently on his features. She’s only seen him this relaxed a few times and only in his and Keyleth’s own apartment when the two of them are goofing off together or recalling a particular memory from their youth.

Vex can’t help but wish to see this side of him more, this free, this happy. Like a crow happily gathering shiny objects to boaster itself not for ego but just for it’s sheer pride in what it’s been able to gather. 

When Percy’s done and gathers his things, Vex can’t help but smirk when she sees the blush crawl up his face when he realizes she’s been watching him the whole time. “Well uh, it’s fixed, do message me if it starts to act up again.” He says while clearing his throat, refusing to meet her gaze as his face turns into the same shade of red as a strawberry.

“Will do and again thank you, Percy.” She says with a smile, getting up and walking with him to the door. He just smiles and tells her again that he’s happy to help before the two of them exchange goodbyes.

Closing the door Vex can’t help but chuckle at herself, oh she’s fallen hard.

#percy de rolo #percy x vex #percahlia #vex'ahlia #vex #criticalrole fanfic #critical role #criticalrole #critical role fanfiction #college au #answered ask #answered prompt

[blueteller]

TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 4/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 4: chapters 300-399

[< Previous] [Index] [Next >]

Whipper VS Mogoru Round 2 – Attack on Titan x Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover! Cale: (Alright, just pretending to be on the Empire's side to backstab them later. No prob-) Raon: Honte is a zombie Cale: Wait what The Ancient Powers: And that's black magic disguised as alchemy Cale: What The Ancient Powers: Also those golems are made out of people's souls Cale: WHAT Litana: *video-calling* And the Empire is attacking the Jungle at this very moment! Cale: *flips the table* Well f*** this s*** Adin: Wha-? Cale: *chokes Adin* HEY LOOK EVERYONE, THIS GUY IS POSSESSED BY BLACK MAGIC The Empire's Soldiers: *confused as hell* The Empire's VIPs: (…well s***) The Sun Twins: *enter* The Empire's VIPs: (Oh f***!) Cale: *burns the golems* Adin: So it WAS you! Cale: Yeah, obviously b****. And whoever's controlling Honte is the real Tower Master right Honte: Bhuaha, fools, you shall all die! *blows up* Cale: *saves the day with a holy-looking shield* Everyone: *stops fighting out of shock* The Ancient Powers: Cale why did you do that?? You have a freaking dragon Cale: Reasons…? The Ancient Powers: You lying tsundere. Just admit you care Cale: Never Clopeh: *recording everything in the background* ✨Legend…!✨ Cale: Now let's go to the Jungle- *faints* [Enemy Adin Fled the Battle!] [You won! You earned the trust of the Empire's Sun God believers!] *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 13 (Double Combo!)*

Saving the Jungle Round 2 – Naruto x Encanto Crossover! Tasha: Young master Cale, we dark elves sure love free dead mana and all, but this is just too much… Cale: Don't worry about it, I'll eat it Tasha: Wait wha- Cale: *Mokuton-no-jutsus the trees* Adin: *video-calling* So what is it that you want, Cale Henituse? Cale: A slacker life Adin: Ha! Good one Cale: No really, I am serious Adin: Yeah right Cale: (Why doesn't he believe me?!) Cale: I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you Adin: Good luck *sends a signal to blow up the airship* Eruhaben: How about no Cale: Nice! Free airship Eruhaben: (…this greedy bastard) Cale: *falls over from hunger* Everyone: *panics* Young master Cale-! Eruhaben: Don't worry, I got this. *picks up Cale like a bag of potatoes* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 14*

Rebellion in the Empire Plot – Start! Cale: So let's make it look like I'm hurt so that Adin doesn't know I'm coming for him Alberu: Alright Also Alberu: *to everyone* Cale's dead Everyone: GASP! Cale: Wait what? Quit telling people I'm dead! Alberu: Sometimes, I can still hear his voice… Cale's group: *sneaks into the Bell Tower* Adin: *casually drinking dead mana and looking down at a mountain of corpses* I shall monologue about my evil plans because I'm alone and 100% safe here Cale's group: *records everything* Adin: Oh and I could really use that healing power from the Mercenary King Cale: *adds meeting the Mercenary King to his to-do list* Cale's group: *displays the footage of Adin being evil all over the Empire* Adin: *Surprised Pikachu Face*

Overthrowing the Empire – Adin and the Lich The Dark Elves: Hahaha, more free dead mana!! Cale: Ok Choi Han, this is it. Beat up that b**** Choi Han: *cracks knuckles* Yes Cale-nim Adin: Wait wha- Choi Han: *beats him up* Cale: *casually eating a breadroll in the background* (Ah, so refreshing...) [Choi Han is Evolving! Congratulations! Your Despair Aura had evolved into Aura of Despair and Happiness!] Cale: *thumbs up* Cale's group: *evacuating the civilians and causing chaos all over the place* Bernard: Enough! Let's resolve this calmly and peacefully Rex: Just let him hug you first Bernard: Wait wha- Jack: *exposes Sir Bernard as the true Tower Master* Bernard: Well it doesn't matter. I shall kill all of you anyway Hannah & Mary: *charge* [Hannah Used the Divine Item of the Sun God! It's Super Effective!]

Battle at the Empire – Final Boss Reveal! [A Wild White Star Appeared!] White Star: *telepathically projecting at Cale* (Who are you?) Cale: (…does he expect me to yell my name over the battlefield, or…?) White Star: I shall make you eat this baby dragon next to you and turn you into a Dragon Slayer like me Cale: *hugs Raon legit scared for the first time* Eruhaben: You DARE threaten my children, b****?? Eruhaben: *goes on a war path* White Star: *uses the Sky Attribute for the first time* The Ancient Powers: That is like, super deadly Cale: (Well f***) Cale: RUN!!! Cale's group: *shocked* (…but we never had to retreat before??) Cale: I shall use the Divine Item- Hannah: Do you even know how?! Cale: … Hannah: …You dumb sacraficial bastard Cale's group: *defends together with the ✨Power of Friendship✨* Everyone: We survived!!! Cale: Call Alberu- *faints* [Enemy White Star Fled the Battle!] *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 15*

Meeting the Mercenary King Cale: *wakes up* Oh hi Alberu what are you doing here Alberu: *has spent past 2 weeks cleaning up Cale's mess* What do you THINK, you dumb bastard?? Cale: Thank you your highness. I gotta go to the Eastern Continent now Alberu: (And this workaholic claims he wants to be a SLACKER??) *hands him intel* Ok here's what we got on the Mercenary King Cale: Thanks bye Alberu: (…I will definitely get revenge on that headache inducing bastard) Cale's group: *arrives at Cale's inn* Cale: So we're looking for the Mercenary Ki- Ron: Oh him, he's right here Cale: Are you kidding me Bud: *hugs Cale* FRIEND! Cale: ??? Bud: *puts on glasses* Wait you're not my friend. But you smell like an alcoholic, so you must be my friend! Cale: You mistook me for the White Star, didn't you Bud: Yup Cale: You want to kill him too? Bud: Absolutely! Since he's trying to kill me anyway Cale: Join us. We got alcohol Bud: Sure! Cale: (…another lunatic on board, huh)

The Wind Island Cale's group: We're all going Bud: Only the person with wind attribute can enter tho? Cale's group: *waits at the entrance like a bunch of puppies* Cale: *enters the Wind Island* The Ancient Powers: Let us tell you exposition about the Ancient Times Cale: …So basically, the White Star is a copycat of an ancient lunatic with the Sky Attribute who tried to take over the world The Ancient Powers: Yup. And there's another helpful item for you to take from here Cale: Oh that's nice. So I just grab it? The Ancient Powers: Uh, about that… Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *gets trapped in a traumatic illusion of living in a world where everybody else died for a week* Cale: Welp. Time to blow up an island, I guess Cale: *sets the sea on fire* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 16*

The Directory Bud: I'm your secretary now. Cale: But we didn't even have that drinking contest-? Ron: *looms menacingly in the background* Cale: Nevermind Bud: Yeah so this is the record of a 1,000 years, so there's no way to- Cale: *memorizes almost 10,000 books in a week* Got it Bud: Wait what Cale: I think the White Star was the first Mercenary King? Bud: (Well f***) Bud: Welp. Time to blow up the Directory, I guess Ron: Let's use this for the dramatic return of the Molan Household Ron & Beacrox: *make epic comeback Michael Bay-style*

The Castle of Light Eruhaben: Yeah so this castle has been off limits since the last Dragon Lord died, so there's not way to- [Dragon Crown (Key Item) Has been Activated!] Eruhaben: Wait what *The Castle of Light Opens* Sheritt: *to Raon* Welcome, my child. Now let me tell you exposition about your origins Cale: ...So basically, the White Star is a reincarnator because he was cursed for breaking the vow of protecting this castle? Sheritt: Yes. And my second child is probably dead Everyone: That motherf***ing bastard. Sheritt: Agreed. I'm going to rip him to pieces if I ever see him [Enemy White Star wants to fight!] Sheritt: Perfect. *goes on a war path* [Cale Used the Dragon Crown! It's Super Effective!] Cale: So we're safe under our defences and have a back exit, while the White Star believes we're trapped and exhausted… Let's go around and smack that bastard from behind. Also Raon Mother's-nim – we're taking you with us Sheritt: But I'm stuck in the castle? Cale: Let's take the castle then. Where do you want to put it? I'm like, super rich Sheritt: *Surprised Pikachu Face* [Dragon Lord Castle Acquired!] Cale's group: *enters the Dragon Slayer Village* Cale: *finds the book titled as the same novel he got transmigrated into with the same author* Choi Han: Uncle…? Cale: (WTF???) Cale: Nevermind, let's deal with this later. Everybody ready to fight? Bud: Hey, why am I not fighting?! I'm not baggage! I'm a freaking Sword Master! Cale: You're right. I'm the baggage. Bud: Ah, Cale, don't talk about yourself like tha- Cale: Shut up and carry me Bud: ??? The Cat Tribe: *looks at On & Hong* Oh look, it's those dirty trash! Cale: (So you have chosen… death) Cale's group: *smacks the White Star from behind* [Enemy White Star Fled the Battle!] [Congratulations! You did not bleed or faint this time either!!]

Back to the Empire Hannah: So the Empire is planning another rebellion, but a bad one Cale: You wanna bathe in the blood of your enemies again? Hannah: YES Cale: Great. We're getting rid of all the remaining alchemist towers. Everybody ready? Everyone: Yup Cale: Time to destroy the Empire again *priest mode on* Plavin: Oh it's you, what can I do for you? Cale: Gather a ton of magic stones for me and I'll arrange your meeting with the new Pope (On the execution block, lol) Plavin: I'll do it!! Cale: Perfect.

God of Death sends Cale a Fan Letter Cage: Um, young master Cale…? The God of Death sent you a note for some reason God of Death: Dear Kim Rok Soo. You were supposed to die instead of your best friends. That's why I think you're cool. BTW, in a few months you'll either die or return to your old world, so good luck Cale: … Cage: …Is it something bad? Cale: No? *just inwardly had a whole PTSD flashback about it* Alberu: *suspicious* Really. Then what did it say Cale: (Let's tell them the least concerning thing) Cale: He said I was supposed to die Everybody: *freaks out* …That motherf***ing God of Death!!! Cale: (…What’s with them?) Choi Han: I'll be visiting Syrem in prison to get his ancient powers Cale: Sure. Go for it Choi Han: *comes back* I got them. …Also, your highness, there's a hole in the prison wall now Alberu: *headache mode activate* (Those lunatics... Cale's people only eat and destroy things) Also Alberu: *does not consider himself one of those lunatics. He's wrong.*

Rebellion in the Empire, the Sequel Cale: *steals the magic stones from Plavin and replaces them with rocks* (Ah, so refreshing...) Eruhaben: *video-calling* Cale, Choi Han just fainted Cale: What?! Why? Eruhaben: The God of Death sent a note saying he's getting a vision? Something about Choi Jung Soo Cale: *realizes his transmigrator status is going to get exposed* …That motherf***ing God of Death!!!

End Volume 4.

[< Previous] [Index] [Next >]

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #summary #story arc #tcf funny summary series #tcf humor #tcf hilarious moments #tcf volume 4

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

“aw man, give us a second will you?” you pout “i need to go change. you wanna come with me?” and of course jungkook agrees. you take his hand and walk back to the shared chamber. once inside, jungkook wets a clean rag and begins to clean your face while you look for another pretty dress. “how about this one? no? you’re right, it is a little revealing” you say whilst looking for another one. “oooh, this one!” you say and finally jungkook agrees with this sundress. you take the dress off, pull the other on, and fix your hair a little before returning to the feast with a pouty jungkook who desperately wants you to himself.

“papa! papa!” yells ae-cha who was hand in hand with her best friend known as princess juno, an awfully sweet girl both you and jungkook have known of since she was a toddler. “can juno stay the night? please?? pretty pleeeeease??” she begs with jungkook’s greatest weakness: those puppy eyes. “your highness” says juno “i have asked my parents if i could stay and they wanted your permission first” and you look to jungkook for his approval. “i’m okay with it as long as you are” you say.

meanwhile, jinseoul is with his friends while they play polo. he’s a little disappointed that he didn’t get to play with his father because he’s so busy but he’d settle for playing the tough game with his so-called “uncles” instead. jinseoul begins to look for his father and when he does, he’s talking with people as per usual and once they call for the feast, his pout remains for the rest of the day.

areum is already at the table eating with her friend lisa. giggling about whatever stuff that happened at school and jawon is with you after being with the maid you assigned him to. “hi, bubba” you say, kissing his rosy cheeks while he just speaks gibberish to you and calls for his father.

everyone takes a seat and begins to eat the delicious food and you notice jinseoul hasn’t eaten one bite of it. “what’s wrong seoul?” you ask and all he does is sigh “i think i’m just tired. can i go inside?” he asks his parents to which they both nod and he heads back inside with a maid.

“he must be upset” you whisper to jungkook and before he can follow after his son, someone pulls him to the side and begins to talk to him about the approaching war and what not. “excuse me” you say, following after your son who was in his room crying in his pillow and it breaks your heart to see him like that. “what’s wrong seoul?” you ask, putting jawon down so you could pull your sons head to your bosom.

“p-pa pa h-he” he starts before crying again. “why does everyone get to be with their dad except me? he didn’t play polo with me at all, mom. all of my friends got to play with their dad except me. that’s not fair. even when i walked away, he didn’t follow me. you’re here and not him” and God, does it break your heart to hear him say this. he thinks his own father doesn’t care about him when that’s so far from the truth. and in record time, jungkook makes his appearance seeing jawon waddling around the room and jinseoul with a face full of tears.

~🫧

(if something sent before it, ignore it 😭)

Jungkooks expression change immediately. And he quickly gives him the bed and grabs his son’s face. “ sweetheart what’s wrong?” he looks very concerned.

And you take the liberty to tell him everything, and jinseoul buries his head into his hands. “ mommy didn’t need to tell him…” he whispers to himself, but the both of you just don’t listen.

“ oh, so that’s what’s the problem? Look at me.” He gently picks up his son’s face. “Look my son I’m so sorry that you feel this way you are right I don’t spend any time with you like I should be doing… just been really busy.. but you know what now I am free, so what do you like to play polo with me? Let’s see if you can defeat me.” Jinseoul whines, you don’t dare interrupt the duo.

It’s quite heartwarming to see their relationship. Jungkook really is a great father unlike his own.

You are so proud of him he may not be the best husband, but he is a great father. You watch as your husband begins to tickle jinseoul, making him giggle out loud, and you see them both with their bunny teeth.

They are so adorable. He’s like a carbon copy of his dad.

“ OK fine!!! But promise that you’ll play now?”

“ yes, I promise not come on let’s go!!”

#ask: tc!jungkook #don’t worry I didn’t get any ask before this xx

[londonfoginacup]

The mythological symbol of a ladder extending from Earth to heaven appeared in a dream to Jacob, son of Isaac. The icon of a cosmic stairway on which angels move up and down between the earth below and Yahweh at the top is recorded in the Hebrew bible. Within the major world religions, the image of the sky ladder is little more than a vestige of a motif that played a far more prominent role in ancient cosmologies worldwide. You don't know your bible.

(Note: religion and theology talk ahead)

Ex… Excuse me??????? I wake up to THIS?? Anon what. WHAT.

“You don’t know your Bible” oh my god I have never felt so insulted. I don’t fall for anon bait usually but jfc you’ve found my weak spot. WHAT. Are you really trying to imply that my funny little Daylight/Late Night Talking fanart was in reference to JACOB’S LADDER?

(Screencapped like this to make it smaller)

What. Do you think I am unaware of the theological interpretations of Jacob’s Ladder? The ladder that Jacob saw in a dream/vision while fleeing from Esau? Are you trying to make me aware of the many interpretations of Jacob’s Ladder, anon, that perhaps it’s referring to the many exiles of the Jewish people (I lean toward that one), or that it signifies the bridge between Earth and heaven (as Jacob was likely on Mount Moriah at the time), or perhaps that it’s a representation of the personal struggle with sin over a lifetime, the way one ascends and falls? Is it a representation of the covenant between God and his people? Or even the Islamic interpretation, which I do not pretend to know nearly as much about, that the ladder represents the straight and narrow path? Or, as you refer to the Bible, I assume you are looking for the common Christian interpretation where this ladder is God bridging the gap to Man, unlike when Man tried to do the opposite with the Tower of Babel, now Jesus himself is the ladder, as he himself states in John 1:50-51?

Anon. ANON. You come to ME about religion? Would you perhaps like to see the photo I took MYSELF of the Jacob’s ladder that climbs the side of the cathedral in Bath? (Trick question you can’t because I’m at work and it’s on my home computer)

Well first of all I’ll have you know that the art I made was based off of this post “second mv now where he's coming from the sky...”. Like??? I was doing art based on the symbolism of Harry’s videos. Come on. If this was a ladder ascending to the heavens, Harry would be a HELL OF A LOT HIGHER UP. PLANES FLY HIGHER THAN THAT BOY. I assume that the vision is more of him creating a separation for himself, of coming down to interact with the world and ascending back to safety. Also, if anything, I would look at the art I made and deduce a sort of princess and the pea idea from it. A stranded princess sleeping atop an offered bed while people around watch to see if she really is the princess she says she is, waiting for her to fail at the tasks given her, an audience intent on hoping she will miss the pea under her heaven-high stack of mattresses, or hoping perhaps that she’ll just fall off the ladder.

Anon. NOTHING in this art was biblical allegory. And if it was? You would be able to tell! I am not subtle with my allegories!

Perhaps you would like to read my Christmas fic Unto You in which I wrote the story of the birth of Christ as an a/b/o fic set in Victorian England where Harry is Mother Mary. IS THAT SUBTLE ENOUGH FOR YOU?

Or, actually more subtle, my Big Bang fic Through a Mirror Dimly the title of which references 1 Corinthians 13:12 “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”‬ ‭(ESV‬‬ version), in which I use that verse in reference to the darkness that Louis in that fic is living in, as someone struggling with undiagnosed OCD and whose roommate is not able to see him for who he truly is until the truth is revealed.

“little more than a vestige of a motif that played a far more prominent role in ancient cosmologies worldwide” Your attempt at pretentiousness is lost when you are not fighting a real battle. Come to me when you want to have a real conversation about the apologetic implications of Phil 1:15-18 and using biblical types as trope in fic. Then we can talk.

#tw religion #tw theology #long post #if you want me to tag more tw let me know #AKSHKSHDHSHS ANON WHAT #how’s that intro to world religions class going #my almost 20 theology class credits are doing very well thank you #im mostly messing around in this post because I do not think anon was coming in any good faith lmao #(get it. good FAITH get it) #if anyone actually wants to have theological discussion I would be much more cordial and kind pls don’t take this as me being flippant #I mean. I am being flippant but I mean flippant about anyones religion #but anyway. come find me when you too have scribbled outlines for a/b/o fics on your prayer notes #and drawn Harry in the margins of your homiletics test

[bttf-dork]

Would you possibly be willing to share more about your lightning powers au? It seems super cool!

Yeah of course! Thanks for asking :)

So this is the main post about it, but basically Marty unwittingly gets time travel powers from extended unsafe exposure to the DeLorean, and only realizes that when he accidentally goes back in time to 1931.

The impetus of this is a fight with the Tannens, and the powers become activated with Marty’s intense fight or flight response. Since Marty has zero control over any of this, he gets zapped back to a time where he know he would be safe (i.e. with Doc). Unfortunately this has the side effect of knocking Marty out cold, since the whole ordeal expends a significant amount of energy.

Emmett finds him passed out in the town square and lets Marty stay with him and his father while they figure out how exactly Marty got there and how to send him back (with Marty being very cagey and tight-lipped about the whole time travel thing). They eventually figure out that Marty’s powers are triggered by emotion, and can cause lightning-based damage to physical objects, after a major argument about how secretive and manipulative Marty has been throughout their entire friendship (which was a long time coming honestly). This ends up both being the breakthrough that they need to help Marty get back to his time period, as well as the tipping point for Marty emotionally, who is worried that all of this scientific experimentation is only hurting/going to hurt everyone around them.

During this same time Marty gets involved in record keeping and historical research at the courthouse for Judge Brown, Doc’s father, via accidentally demonstrating his breadth of historical knowledge. This drives a bit of a wedge between Emmett and his father, as although he is more accepting of his son’s scientific career than before, he is not 100% on board with the idea. Marty does not like this one bit and ends up mediating more than his fair share of their arguments and disagreements. This all comes to a head with Marty revealing he’s actually a musician, not a lawyer or historian, much to Emmett’s delight and Judge Brown’s (mild) chagrin and further acceptance of his son and his career path. This is more or less a B plot to the main story, and is functionally supplemental, but I still find it an interesting thought exercise.

Marty and Emmett continue to experiment with which emotions trigger which kind of reactions, using a jury-rigged version of the mental alignment meter. Emmett at this point has begun catching on to the fact that Marty is involved in time travel, although he doesn’t have all the details, and is mostly avoiding the topic due to Marty’s reactions. This culminates in Emmett essentially realizing “wait, you’re a time traveller!” in front of Marty and Marty imploding into a panic thought spiral of “oh god I doomed the entire timeline,” which has the unfortunate ramification of a massive power outburst that Emmett now has to contend with. Emmett basically shoves a guitar into Marty’s hands in a panic and hopes for the best based on what Marty had told him about his love of music and how it helps him relax (from the the B plot). Thankfully they find out that musical instruments can act as something of a power conduit and calming measure, and that Marty is able to control who and what the lightning harms just from Emmett being able to shove a guitar into his hands and come away unburned. They also begin having healthy discussions about the risks of scientific endeavors from here on out.

From that point onward Marty and Emmett have the fun task of figuring out how to control the lightning/time travel powers to send Marty back to his time period without accidentally stranding him in the Stone Age or the Twilight Zone. This ends up taking a lot of trial and error, but it eventually works and they are able to send Marty back home. I also like to think that although Emmett doesn’t have 100% of the details, his adventures with Marty do end up surfacing in his eventual plans for a time travel machine in a fun paradox moment of narrative looping.

And that’s pretty much the au, plus or minus a few run ins with the Tannens and at least one friendship hug. :)

#back to the future #bttf #roysrants #lightning powers au #ask #thanks for asking!

[iusedtogotogigs]

Mark Hollis: A Perfect Silence by Ben Wardle

Not long since I finished this wonderful book about Mark Hollis of Talk Talk by Ben Wardle. Full of fascinating details about this most brilliant musician and singular character, I’ve become a bit obsessed…

I have been a fan for years but the book has got me seeking out B-sides, rarities, live performances, covers and interviews and I’m loving it all. He’s such a beguiling character, full of contradictions: the lead singer of a classic 80s synth-pop band whose voice was a perfect fit for that early 80s sound, but who was always much more interested in jazz and classical. The band leader singing in front of thousands night after night who found that a pair of sunglasses made it feel like they helped block the world out and never performed without them again, and not at all after the band had toured their third album. The hero to thousands who loved his band, nigh-on a god to those of us for whom his later albums are the work of a genius, who more or less retreated from the music industry entirely in his 40s, and hardly recorded anything for the last twenty years of his life, preferring instead to devote himself to a quiet life with his family. And although this may just be a judgement borne of snobbery never has anyone so steeped in learning and culture - mainly music in his case but also movies and books - had a speaking voice so much like Henry’s Cat’s :)

And so much of what he said, the way he made his music, the way he lived his life and especially the way he left it all (making music) behind for a quiet life, really resonates. The way he used his voice as an instrument, that his voice and the words were subservient to the music, not the other way round, and the way his wrote his lyrics accordingly.

The way his last three albums came together is utterly fascinating. Endless session musicians were hired and given no instructions, but instead just asked to just play along however they saw fit (literally in the dark on Talk Talk’s last two albums). In many cases what they played was never used, in others a sequence of just a few seconds would be salvaged but then dropped in somewhere other than where it had originally been played. In his quest for the perfectly spontaneous performance he gave up on demos - as that spontaneity would be lost in the re-recording - and coldly overlooked the playing of his most trusted fellow musicians including fellow founder members Paul Webb and Lee Harris. He cost his record companies more money in studio time than they could ever hope to recoup from sales of the resulting albums - Talk Talk’s Spirit of Eden and Laughing Stock, and Hollis’ eponymous solo album - which have come to be regarded as masterpieces but were never going to sell well.

Ben Wardle brilliant captures the symmetry between Hollis’ love of silence, the spaces in-between the notes, and the silence of his refusal to give interviews or do anything that might reveal anything of what he was up to in his last years.

The desire for privacy, for quiet, to walk away from doing something when to everyone else it might seem like such a good thing, because ‘it was time’. So much resonates.

YOUR HOMEWORK:

The masterpiece album that first took Hollis and Talk Talk right away from mainstream commercial music is Spirit of Eden.

I urge you to seek out 'The Colour of Spring' the first track from his solo album ‘Mark Hollis’: https://open.spotify.com/track/7kYsV81UkV4z7UuF94u8T6... ...and specifically the gentle piano chords starting at around 2.02. So sensitively played and with so much silence around them. Quiet isn’t for everyone but for this Hollis fan, for whom there isn’t enough of it, it’s exquisite, one of my very favourite pieces of music.

Also, one of Talk Talk’s last ever live performances, at Montreux in 1986, when they were absolutely flying. The full gig is available but for a shorter intro this version of Living In Another World is ace: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hop1tb-DR_k Ignore the mid-80s hair and clothes - they look like a funny-looking mix of rock-gods and office nerds with Hollis somewhere in the middle - and the hair-band guitar posturing at the end(!) and admire the song, arrangements and Hollis emoting. He didn’t like touring and never wanted to perform live again shortly after this, and yet his performance is fantastic here, so impassioned.

This has long been a favourite song incidentally. You can’t really hear the bass part very well here - listen to the album version - but it’s an absolute cracker and I’ve been trying to learn it for the last few days.

And of course, read the book: https://amzn.to/42XP4Yn

Like

Comment

Share

[the-hem]

"The Wind." Ether 6. From the Book of Mormon.

Chapter 5 says there are Three Agents that must be represented by three new prophets that will reveal the Plates and help mankind turn its back on the incorrect traditions of its past.

In Chapter 6, just as we just read in Joshua 3, passage into the Promised Land is mentioned. In Joshua, the Ford is made when the Ark of the Covenant becomes the nerve center of civilization and separates the headwaters of time from the wastes of time downstream.

Ether 6 discusses the wind, just like rivers in the Torah plays a specific role in informing our primitive selves in order to transform them into great spirits.

From Parsha Bereshit:

10 A river watering the garden flowed from Eden; from there it was separated into four headwaters. 

11 The name of the first is the Pishon; “to break” it winds through the entire land of Havilah “to whirl”, where there is gold “understanding.” 

12 (The gold of that land is good; aromatic resin[e] “right speech” and onyx “high spoken”, “intuition” are also there.) 

13 The name of the second river is the Gihon “gusher”;  it winds through the entire land of Cush “prophets”.[f]

14 The name of the third river is the Tigris, aka hiddekel, to be swift and articulate ; it runs along the east side of Ashur “level” . And the fourth river is the Euphrates “good, noble” .

The Four Winds are:

The North Wind is associated with revealing what is “Hidden by God”, also with sound government:

From Parsha Massei:

7 “‘For your northern boundary, run a line from the Mediterranean Sea "the bronze sea" to Mount Hor "the highest place."

also from Bemidar:

On the north will be the divisions of the camp of Dan "From the verb דין (din), to judge or govern," under their standard. The leader of the people of Dan is Ahiezer "my brother is my help" son of Ammishaddai "place where people are beside or like God". 

The East Wind, From Vayeshev:

"empty ears blighted by the east wind [the power of retribution of awakening] are also seven years of famine. "

The Southern Wind, from Bemidar is associated with the Field of Light:

10 On the south will be the divisions of the camp of Reuben "Leadership" under their standard. The leader of the people of Reuben is Elizur "God is my rock" son of Shedeur "field of light".

The West Wind, from Parsha Bo, causes complete freedom from delusion:

18 Moses then left Pharaoh and prayed to the Lord. 19 And the Lord changed the wind to a very strong west wind, which caught up the locusts and carried them into the Red Sea.[b] Not a locust was left anywhere in Egypt. 

And now Chapter 6 of Ether:

The Jaredite barges "persons descended from the Holy Ghost" are driven by the winds to the promised land—The people praise the Lord for His goodness—Orihah, Ori= light", hah= of Yah, is appointed king over them—Jared and his brother die.

-> Jared and his brother cross over, now it is time for the rest to follow the King of Light, the Holy Ghost, on their own:

1 And now I, Moroni, proceed to give the record of aJared and his brother.

2 For it came to pass after the Lord had prepared the astones which the brother of Jared had carried up into the mount, the brother of Jared came down out of the mount, and he did put forth the stones into the vessels which were prepared, one in each end thereof; and behold, they did give light unto the vessels.

3 And thus the Lord caused stones to shine in darkness, to give light unto men, women, and children, that they might not cross the great waters in darkness.

4 And it came to pass that when they had prepared all manner of afood, that thereby they might subsist upon the water, and also food for their flocks and herds, and bwhatsoever beast or animal or fowl that they should carry with them—and it came to pass that when they had done all these things they got aboard of their vessels or barges, and set forth into the sea, commending themselves unto the Lord their God.

5 And it came to pass that the Lord God caused that there should be a afurious wind blow upon the face of the waters, btowards the promised land; and thus they were tossed upon the waves of the sea before the wind.

6 And it came to pass that they were many times buried in the depths of the sea, because of the mountain waves which broke upon them, and also the great and terrible tempests which were caused by the fierceness of the wind.

7 And it came to pass that when they were buried in the deep there was no water that could hurt them, their vessels being atight like unto a dish, and also they were tight like unto the bark of Noah; therefore when they were encompassed about by many waters they did cry unto the Lord, and he did bring them forth again upon the top of the waters.

8 And it came to pass that the wind did never cease to blow towards the promised land while they were upon the waters; and thus they were adriven forth before the wind.

9 And they did asing praises unto the Lord; yea, the brother of Jared did sing praises unto the Lord, and he did bthank and praise the Lord all the day long; and when the night came, they did not cease to praise the Lord.

10 And thus they were driven forth; and no monster of the sea could break them, neither awhale that could mar them; and they did have light continually, whether it was above the water or under the water.

11 And thus they were driven forth, athree hundred and forty and four days upon the water.

12 And they did aland upon the shore of the bpromised land. And when they had set their feet upon the shores of the promised land they bowed themselves down upon the face of the land, and did humble themselves before the Lord, and did shed tears of joy before the Lord, because of the multitude of his ctender mercies over them.

13 And it came to pass that they went forth upon the face of the land, and began to till the earth.

14 And Jared had four asons; and they were called Jacom, and Gilgah, and Mahah, and Orihah. From HEBREW:

Jacob was a follower, Jacom= the next one to go.

Gilgah= A Circle Of Stones, A Wheel, A Rolling Away

Mahah= marrow filled. Marrow refers to "hidden sparks."

Orihah= Filled with the Light of Yah.

"To reach the Promised Land, follow the follower Jacob to Israel, and study the Stones, which will enliven the parts of the body and mind and fill them with the Light of the Spirit of God."

Gilgah: The Stones correspond to the 12 tribes or "skills" and they are associated with "attributes":

From Parsha Tetzaveh:

There are to be twelve stones, one for each of the names of the sons of Israel, each engraved like a seal with the name of one of the twelve tribes.

The first row shall be carnelian, chrysolite and beryl; 18 the second row shall be turquoise, lapis lazuli and emerald; 19 the third row shall be jacinth, agate and amethyst; 20 the fourth row shall be topaz, onyx and jasper.[b] Mount them in gold filigree settings [the heart]. 

Ruben, leadership: Odem (Ruby/carnelian).

Shimon, Law Abiding: Pitda (Chrysolite/emerald).

Levi, loyatly: Bareket (Onyx/topaz). Enlightenment.

Judah “praiseworthy”: Nofech (Malachite/carbuncle). Overpower enemies.

Yissachar “friendship”: Sapir (Lapis-Lazuli/sapphire).

Zevulun “honor, culture”: Yahalom (Zircon/diamond).

Dan “judgement, government” : Leshem (Jacinth/zircon).

Naftali “justice”: Shvo (Agate).

Gad “talent, teaching” : Achlamah (Amethyst). Bravery.

Asher “happiness” : Tarshish (Topaz/aquamarine).

Joseph “prosperity”: Shoham (Beryl/onyx).

Benjamin “righteousness” : Yashpeh (jasper).

15 And the brother of Jared also begat sons and daughters.

16 And the afriends of Jared and his brother were in number about twenty and two souls; and they also begat sons and daughters before they came to the promised land; and therefore they began to be many.

17 And they were taught to awalk humbly before the Lord; and they were also btaught from on high.

18 And it came to pass that they began to spread upon the face of the land, and to multiply and to till the earth; and they did wax strong in the land.

19 And the brother of Jared began to be old, and saw that he must soon go down to the grave; wherefore he said unto Jared: Let us gather together our people that we may number them, that we may know of them what they will desire of us before we go down to our graves.

20 And accordingly the people were gathered together. Now the number of the sons and the daughters of the brother of Jared were twenty and two souls; and the number of sons and daughters of Jared were twelve, he having four sons.

21 And it came to pass that they did number their people; and after that they had numbered them, they did desire of them the things which they would that they should do before they went down to their graves.

22 And it came to pass that the people desired of them that they should aanoint one of their sons to be a king over them.

23 And now behold, this was grievous unto them. And the brother of Jared said unto them: Surely this thing aleadeth into captivity.

24 But Jared said unto his brother: Suffer them that they may have a king. And therefore he said unto them: Choose ye out from among our sons a king, even whom ye will.

25 And it came to pass that they chose even the firstborn of the brother of Jared; and his name was Pagag "dubious, worrisome" . And it came to pass that he refused and would not be their aking. And the people would that his father should constrain him, but his father would not; and he commanded them that they should constrain no man to be their king.

26 And it came to pass that they chose all the brothers of Pagag, and they would not.

27 And it came to pass that neither would the asons of Jared, even all save it were one; and bOrihah was anointed to be king over the people.

28 And he began to reign, and the people began to aprosper; and they became exceedingly rich.

29 And it came to pass that Jared died, and his brother also.

30 And it came to pass that Orihah did walk humbly before the Lord, and did remember how great things the Lord had done for his father, and also taught his people how great things the Lord had done for their fathers.

So, number yourselves the subjects of a king who is dubious of character and worries you, or one who is descended from the Holy Ghost, immersed in the Light of Intuition.

[bruhstories]

Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

#porco galliard #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #porco galliard smut #snk #snk x reader #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut #porco galliard one shot

[lostinfinity1]

Theory time : Trash of the count’s family

As usual, it’s pretty long.

And I don’t think I ever got a theory right. So if you don’t want to read a lot, skip it. Spoiler until chapter 480 of the light novel and a few things that I was spoiled. (I know, I still have a long way to go with 700+ chapter having been released, but the idea just kept coming back in my head and I was trying to not work on other things. So, I procrastinate to write this and to flee the tiny humans visiting who wanted to keep playing with me until exhaustion.)

Theory: Cale Henituse aka Kim Rok Soo ‘s soul/ heart is someone from the ancient time.

Why? There are a few things that caught my attention while reading the first 480 chapter.

I first thought about it because the ancient powers’ behaviour surprised me a little.

1.      The little hints in the ancient powers

               a.      The way the ancients power saved the “water of judgment”.  They burned a whole area in the North, created an epic mess and saved/ freed someone in the process. When I read about that crazy plan, I thought: that is something Cale would do. And the more I thought about it, the more I am certain Cale would have done something like that had he lived in that time. Create a big mess to save someone.  

            b.      The ancient powers personalities. Don’t they seem like crazy people that would gather around Cale had they lived in the present time? Also, Cale kept wondering if the Cobblestone was human since he killed so many monster in the tunnel between the two continent next to his villa. But if the ancient powers were not all human, it would parallel Cale present time where he befriends so many different races that look up to him. And while they worked together to save the water ancient power, they seemed to have split later on since they all died alone and they did not all seem to be friends.

                                          i.     It made me think of another theory, if the one person (Cale original self per example) they gathered around together died or disappeared (Cale is the heart of the group in this present time too), it wouldn’t surprised me that they would split. And that would kinda explain why the fight was so complicated that all evil and all heroes died if the strategist had died beforehand and that the core members had died while branching out.

               c.      The way the scary cobblestone kept asking: do you want to sacrifice yourself. Now we know that he wasn’t doing it to scare him (well maybe a little), but because he was worried and wanted to protect him. But what if he was asking and being worried because he and the other power knew his self-sacrificial tendencies from back in the days (and that they failed to protect him maybe)?

              d.      Cale can hear the ancient power while others who have ancient powers don’t. It was said that it was because the power didn’t fuse with him properly, but it might have been a subconscious choice from him. Cale also chose to not to fuse with them to keep hearing them. The reason could be because while he doesn’t remember them, he subconsciously didn’t want to lose them again.

                e.      The reason Cale was so lucky to find all five ancient powers could be because they all wanted to be found by him. Why? To protect him. They were all on the same side of the war. None of the powers are the ones that the white star or his subordinate had. I know most of them came from the Birth of a hero book from Nelan Barrow but (SPOILERS that I found out that happens later in the series, be warned, 600+ chapter ?) it was said that the current god of Death could be the first Choi Aka Nelan Barrow. He was also part of the group of heroes from that time since he was the only survivor of the last battle because he was protected by the Scary cobblestone. If he had known about the original Cale, he could have written about them for Cale to find because he knew they would have wanted to protect him. Remember that some ancient powers in the book were mentioned, but never claimed. That itself is pretty weird unless it was on purpose. And Nelan Barrow might have written down only the powers that he knew that Cale had met, if he had met the ancient power after they had split since I don’t think they say at what time exactly he arrived in ancient time. It could be before, in, or after the war.

               f.       The world tree hint. Chapter 172 I think : “There were people like you whom I could not see their pasts nor futures. I could only see tiny glimpses of their near future.” And later. “– The owners of the ancient powers were just like you. I could not see them. (…) I couldn’t see through the arsonist nor the rock for brains.”

 2.      Cale ability “record”.  I have a theory that the ability people awakened in his version of Earth are things or power that they either consciously or subconsciously wanted. Like his team leader embrace that stem from his desire to become an actor in the past. The ability to “record”, thus remember things, might stem from him subconsciously wanting to remember people in this time since he forgot (because of reincarnation probably) his past life (or lives).

 3.      The Henituse motto. "There is no reason to be recorded in history. Live for peace and happiness instead." The key word here is “recorded”. Knowing Cale’s ability, this sentence hits differently. What if the Henituse family had ties to Cale’s earlier life (ves?) ? Or was created by him at one point in time if he had more than one incarnation? It’s an old, selfless noble family that ended up protecting people from the forest of darkness while quietly living their life. The motto is essentially how Cale wishes he could live. I always thought it was fishy when I read it. The first incarnation of Cale may or may not have had the record ability though, but may reflect Cale’s desire not to known as a hero or recorded as one. However, the two sentences still hold true to what Cale wants and desire, especially if he lived in the troubled/war time that was the ancient times.

 4.      The birthday conundrum. It seems the Choi of the past and present and Kim Rok Soo share the same birthday. It might be the “link” that allowed the Choi and Cale to transmigrated into the birth of a hero world. But I wondered something else, what if (Spoilers again like earlier, so 600+ chapter spoilers that I saw online) the link was more subtle or emotional. If the first Choi, Nelan Barrow, chose that day, his own birthday, to incarnate people to protect someone. Kim Rok Soo friend, the nephew of Choi Han, ended up dying to protect Kim Rok Soo. Choi Han is currently acting as Cale’s sword. Nelan Barrow, possibly the god of death, is using Kim Rok Soo to save the world, maybe 2 worlds since he was also a hero on Earth.  Anyway, the God of death seems like a complicated story that will get worse as it goes on.

 5.      Cale’s aura. The fact that people keep mistaking him for dragons/demons/some sort of other being. He could be related to the gods or be a divine race, or just a human favored by nature (and possibly his past friends that had a close affinity to nature such as the ancient powers). It points toward the fact that Cale is someone special in any case.

 6.      SPOILER Chapter 600+. Cale’s mother from the Thames family has a time/fate? Ancient power. The Thames family also gathered information about transmigrator and the sort. So there is definitively something going on on that side that has yet to be revealed.

 7.      Raon power is the present. It sounds like a strange power and, as of chapter 481, he hasn’t really used it yet. I kept wondering why he had that power. But if Cale’s time is related to the past, maybe Raon is going to be needed to secure is time in the present or something of the sort. But I feel like his power is a clue to the events to come.

 8.      Cale time is warped according to the white star. That itself doesn’t say much, but (SPOILER Chapter 600+ that I saw) Original Cale had not his time warped apparently. I am wondering if it’s because Kim Rok Soo transmigrated or if it’s actually because it’s is soul/heart that is from the ancient time.

 9.      Cale/Kim was supposed to die, but didn’t according to the god of death. His friend from Earth weren’t supposed to die, it seems. Kim Rok Soo was supposed to die, but it was never cleared when he was supposed to die. It could mean that he was supposed to die in the past, the ancient time kinda past. Yet, he is here now. I also find it weird that his past team leader on Earth took the time to explain to him, he who can remember everything, how is special ability, Embrace, work when it was not standard to talk about them. I also wonder a lot about him since he was the first one to find Kim Rok Soo and that he was one of the first to develop an ability, but that’s off topic.

 Well, that’s all I could think off.

I’ll keep reading the novel when I get more time and probably think how a fool I was to write this. Bah, Tumblr is the land of fools. It would not be the first time I am completly wrong about something. And this novel is pretty good at being hard to predict.

#TCF #tcf spoilers #tcf choi han #tcf cale #cale henituse #choi han #kim rok soo #trash of the count's family #trash of the counts family #korean novel #light novel #Why do I keep doing that? #spoiler #too long #I need better hobbies than writing whatever comes in my head #raon miru #Spoilers #the trash of the count's family #Theory #TCF theory #Wrote it sleep deprived #take it as it is

[intruality-overlord]

No one asked, but today I will be explaining why I’m predicting Orange’s name will be Vulcan

And for the record, I came up with this theory in August 2020, actually found the name earlier but I can’t prove that and August 2020 was the first time I posted about it so

First, let’s review the criteria the name must fit

It must end in “us”

It must be two syllables

It must be related to/originate from ancient Rome/Roman mythology

I also have a hunch that team will try to throw us another curveball by have Orange’s name break one of these rules, and I think it will be the “-us” rule because A) it has been broken before, and B) because of the foreshadowing that the ending of the name has some importance and C) because we tend to fixate on name end rules.

Virgil, our dear anxious bud, former dark side, obviously is the one who breaks the “-us” name rule, but not entirely. Because he is named after Vergilius the roman poet of course. I think it will be a similar situation with orange. Now let’s remember Patton, dear ol’ Patton, who poked fun at theorist at Virgil’s name reveal. “But shouldn’t it end with an “an” or “on” like... Virgan?” I wouldn’t put it past the team for that to be extra foreshadowing and that like is more important than it seems. If orange has a name ending in “an” or “on” which is associated with light sides, then that could say something interesting about him. I personally think he could think of himself as a light side perhaps, especially since he probably shortened his own name, like how Virgil did which is why he was nervous about sharing, because he wanted so badly to be accepted and if his name ending in “us” that would have bad associations and it also represents him rejecting his dark side history etc etc So basically, Orange’s name could be a three syllable name that’s shortened like Virgil.

That brings me to Vulcanus, the roman god of fire, which I think he’ll be named after, and to fit the two syllable rule it would be shortened to Vulcan. (It also fits the pattern with the names have 5/6 letters). Roman god of fire, ticks that third box of the roman theme and... god of fire? For our most likely rage ball son— need I say more? And you can not tell me those fire sound effects with the orange eyes in wtit don’t mean anything. I rest my case.

So—

I think Orange will be named after the roman god of fire, Vulcanus, and his name will be Vulcan.

As a side note about what exactly Orange would represent, I think Orange might introduce himself as Justice, but that’s not entirely accurate to what he really is. I can’t think of another word for it though, maybe Revenge/Vengence? Spite? Could work? But I think Orange would be that specific kind of anger that makes you want to... well take revenge. Pay back. Orange would have just as strong a moral code as Patton, except he solves all his problems with violence—

I’ve seen some people say he can’t be anger though because of Patton representing emotions and I just wanted to add then that you could use the same logic to say Virgil can’t represent anxiety because Patton is emotions and being anxious is an emotion. There’s heaps of overlap with all of the sides. Do with that what you will. (Don’t know if I explain that well but yEE).

#I have no life #ts orange #ts orange side #thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #ts theory #ts theories #I’m just claiming my I told you so rights in advance #(Patton also has a wolf army)

[jeyramarie]

The forbidden zone- Pogue x OC

summary: It’s time to look for the wreck and the weather won’t stop them.

wc: 4,752

a/n: here it is! as requested 😁 @halsmultibitch and i have so so many ideas. we can’t wait for all of you to read it!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass

Previously on Good Life...

Lani had volunteered to climb into it since she was the smallest. Once inside she asked for a flashlight due to it being so dark. She looked around for a bit until she found an envelope leaned against the wall. 

“Oh my god.” she whispered as she stared at it. ‘To Bird.’ it read. 

John B stared at the envelope in adoration, perfectly knowing it was from his dad. JJ helped Lani out of the tomb as a cold breeze ran through the trees making her shiver. 

“Holy shit. This is from my dad.” He said and looked around as his friends while JJ lit his blunt, puffing some smoke. Suddenly, car headlights came into view coming their way. 

“Code red. Code red. Square groupers!” JJ said desperately as he walked backwards to his friends. 

“Oh my god, go.” Lani said, pulling Kie’s arm to hide next to the tomb. They all got down and fidgeted with their flashlights to turn them off. 

“Light!” 

“Turn it off, John B!” the curly haired kook exclaimed as she saw the pogue jam the flashlight up his shirt. JJ turned off his cigarette against the wall as they all stayed there quietly. The car came to a stop as a man climbed out.

“I think I see something!” He shouted to the other person in the car as JJ and Pope peeked their heads out, trying to see. 

“Is it them?” Lani whispered to the boys feeling fear in the pit of her stomach. 

“Homie’s got a gun.” JJ whispered as he turned back to lean against the wall. 

“Oh fuck this.” Fallon muttered as she stood up before running off. John B immediately followed, then Kie, Lani, JJ and finally, Pope. Everyone made it over the fence successfully until Pope’s pants got stuck. Of course he’s the one that gets stuck, classic Pope. 

“Guys, guys. I’m stuck!” He said as he desperately tried to free himself from the fence. 

“I got you, buddy.” Lani said as she came for his rescue alongside John B. They used all they’re strength to get him out causing the pants to start ripping. 

“Guys, you’re gonna rip me.” 

“Pope, don’t move okay?” JJ said as he held up his gun towards the pogue. 

“JJ, what the fuck? Put that down, man.” John B pushed his arm down making the blonde put the gun back in his cargo shorts. 

“No, no. You’re gonna rip me. No! You’re ripping me!” and with that Pope fell from the fence leaving his shorts hanging. 

“Oh my god.” Lani laughed as she walked backwards to get to the car. 

“Hey, it's a little Tootsie roll!” JJ shouted, making everyone laugh as they all ran to the car. Fallon opened the door waiting for them to get closer.

“Get in.” Kie laughed as she saw Pope climbing in in his underwear. 

“What the hell happened?” Fallon slid the door close and turned to Pope who was frowning in annoyance. 

“You don’t wanna know.” he groaned as he sat at the chair at the back of the van. They went back to the Chateau, quickly clearing a space to look at what the envelope had. JJ ran to the kitchen looking for food since he hasn’t eaten all day. He found some bread, some peanut and jelly making his eyes sparkle as his stomach growled. 

“That bread has had mold for like a week.” Lani said as she opened her water bottle to take a sip. 

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.” he said, picking up the sandwich and moving to take a bite off of it, receiving a disgusted look from the kook. 

“Guys!” Kie called as John B pulled out a map from the envelope. 

“We’re going.” Lani said walking out of the kitchen with JJ trailing behind her as he took a bite off the sandwich. 

“Mmm.” JJ muttered and then gagged as he spit out the piece of moldy bread. 

“Told you not to eat it.” The kook with her arms crossed made the pogue pull out the middle finger. The pogue opened the map to see coordinates, scribbled lines and an x. 

“Well, x marks the spot.” Fallon said, pointing her finger on the map. 

“Longitud, latitud… wait, there's something else in there.” John B said as he traced his finger along the lines before dropping it and picking up the envelope again. He reached in and pulled out a tape recorder. 

“What’s that?” JJ asked in confusion. 

“It’s a tape recorder, J.” Lani said, looking at him and chuckling a bit. The pogue held the recorder for a bit more and started playing it to reveal his dad’s voice. Big John talked about the Royal Merchant, how he found it. He actually found it, which was a huge surprise to everyone, including John B. Once the recorder stopped, the room was filled with silence until JJ broke it. 

“Holy shit, he found it! Big John…. He found the Merchant.” He lifted his arms in excitement as Lani stood up straight and forcefully lowered his arms.

“Can you not right now, JJ?” Fallon said, running her hand through her hair. John B stood up and leaned against the door as he began to cry. Kie went to his side and hugged him, giving him comfort as his tears continued to roll down his cheeks. 

A few hours later, everyone was found on the docks. Kie was playing her ukulele, Lani was sketching Pope and everyone else drinking beer in silence. 

“How much was it again?” JJ asked and sipped from his beer can before tossing it aside. 

“Four hundred mil.” Lani said never parting her eyes from the sketchbook as she erased the eyebrow to fix it’s arch. 

“All right, let’s talk split. Now, before we say “evenly” may I remind you that I am the only one that can probably defend us from those square groupers that were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?” He said, holding his gun up for everyone to see trying to make a point. 

“You haven’t trained. You’ve done zero training.” Fallon crossed her arms leaning against the railing. 

“Youtube, Fal.” he winked at the caramel haired pogue making her stick out her tongue making him chuckle. 

“You haven’t-” Pope started objecting when JJ cut him off.

“Any objections? Didn’t think so.” Lani and Kie were holding up their hands in objection but were ignored by the pogue.

“There’s a couple objections.” 

“I don’t hear any so…”

“Okay well, what are you gonna do with 66 mil Pope?” Fallon said, cutting him off and she sat down on the floor. 

“Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.” 

“What about you, Kie?” 

“Yeah, what does a socalist do when she’s rich?” Lani asked, smirking at the pogue who chuckled at her question. 

“Just wanna make a double album. About the OBX, the pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it in Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing. And before you say anything Pope, yes I know Peter Tosh is dead.” The pogue lifted his hands in surrender as he laughed at her last comment. 

“Lani? What about you?” John B asked, leaning back on his beach chair as he opened a new beer can. 

“I’m not sure what she would want. She’s already rich.” Fallon muttered under her breath making the kook frown as her face fell making her look at her sketchbook.

“Well, you’re rich too but you don’t see me making comments about it.” Everyone opened their eyes and muttered ‘ooo’s’ as Lani looked at John B to answer his question. 

“I wanna go to Italy, get a house by the beach. Not even a house, I want a cute little hud with a window facing the ocean. So, I can paint and eat all the pasta I can get.” she said and raised her beer can in the form of the toast before sipping from the cold beverage. 

“Fal, your turn.” JJ smiled, turning his head towards her as he fidgeted with his lighter. 

“I’m gonna leave Outer Banks. I’ve only felt trapped here. So, I wanna go and I don’t know… escape life, I guess.” John B nodded and lifted his beer can in agreement while the blonde pogue nodded too. 

“I know what I’ll do. I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.” 

“Full kook?” “You are not going full kook.” Lani and Fallon said at the same time, making him laugh.

“Yes, full kook. I’m gonna get a big statue of myself and a koi pond with a bunch of fish.” He said making circular movements with his hands as he described the pond. 

“You know I’m never visiting right?” Kie said, placing her ukulele back on her lap. 

“What are you gonna do, John B?” Lani asked, leaning towards Pope, handing him the portrait she made. 

“To going full Kook.” he smiled as he stood up and held his beer can up causing everyone else to hold up their beverages too. 

“To going full Kook.” They hollered and laughed as the night went by smoothly. Lani was starting to feel like part of the group now which made her very happy since she was never the girl to have a bunch of friends. All of her ‘friends’ were the children of her parents' business partners, whom she never really liked. 

The next day came around, sunny as ever giving the pogues the perfect idea to go on a boat ride on the marsh. They got ready in record time with their swimsuits and the cooler filled with drinks and the ice Pope brought from his dad’s store. They picked up Kie at her house’s dock first and then Lani, who wasn’t far. As they sailed through the marsh, getting to their favorite spot, JJ spotted two kooks on their own new boat. 

“Holy shit. You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world’s finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality and performance. That’s 200k easy.” He said squinting his eyes behind his sunglasses moving his head to his friends and back at the kooks. 

“No, here comes Malibu Barbie and Ken.” Fallon tilted her head as she laughed at her joke. 

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kie said as she looked at Sarah while the boats crossed paths. The blonde kook waved and smiled at Lani causing her to do the same thing.

“Of course, you wave at her.” the caramel haired pogue scoffed in annoyance.

“Says the one who’s friends with Rafe.” Pope muttered under his breath loud enough for the pogue to hear and blush.  

“She’s been nothing but nice to me. I have no hate against her.” The kook shook her head as she continued sketching. Most of the day was spent swimming, drinking and planning on how to get a computer with the Internet in order to find the coordinates from Big John’s map. After the marsh, they all went back to the Chateau to get dressed so they could begin their trip to the hotel JJ worked at. Everyone got into the van making their way to their destination as they jammed to Kie’s favorite reggae music and JJ’s classic rock playlist. 

“All right, we should keep a lookout. We’re behind enemy lines.” JJ said as he pulled his gun out from the glove department while they parked outside. 

“Come on, man. Just put it back.”John B said, turning off the car as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“What?”

“JJ-”

“You can never be too careful.” he muttered as the door slid open for Pope to climb out. 

“Bringing a gun to a four star hotel will cause more problems than actually solve.” The curly haired pogue said as he leaned against the door next to JJ. He muttered a ‘thanks’ before Lani popped her head in between John B and the blonde.

“JJ, put that shit away or I'll throw it in the ocean.” She said and quickly got out of the van as John B ripped the gun off of JJ’s hand, putting it back where it was. 

“Okay, let’s go.” Fallon shouted as she closed the van door ready to walk in.

“Wait! Can’t forget my badge.” the blonde pogue smiled and pulled out his employee ID.

“Professional busboy.” Kie rolled her eyes and continued to walk behind Lani who was already halfway to the entrance. They walked in through the back into the kitchen where a few of JJ’s co-workers said hi and asked him how he was doing, some eyeing Fallon which was an everyday occurrence for her. After going up a few stairs, they finally made it to the lobby and walked towards a semi secluded room with computers. 

“Sweet lord, the Internet.” Pope said, running towards the device almost like he was gonna hug and kiss it. 

“Let me get in there. Check on my insta models.” JJ said as he leaned down next to Pope making Lani chuckle as she sat down.

“What insta models?” Fallon questioned as her arms crossed over her chest.

“No one, no one.” he muttered, never parting his eyes from the screen. They started looking for the coordinates written on the map and found how deep that part of the ocean was. To get there, they needed some type of submarine to be able to find the Royal Merchant. JJ gave the idea of getting the drone at the salvage yard where his dad used to work. On the way to the salvage yard, Pope couldn’t help but comment on how real or fake this wild goose chase was. 

“So, what’s it gonna be? Fantasy or reality?” 

“Fantasy.” Fallon muttered as she rolled JJ’s blunt. 

“Fantasy but possible reality.” Kie stared at John B through the rear view mirror with sad eyes, feeling pity for her best friend. 

“Both.” Lani said rummaging through her bag as she placed her sketchbook and pencils back. 

“Virtual reality.” JJ groaned as he leaned forward to grab the blunt. 

“Reality.” the shaggy haired pogue said, turning his head to look at the kook sitting in the passenger seat. Lani stared at him and gave him a sad smile as the van came to a stop not too far from the salvage yard. They ran over the plan one more time, making sure everyone understood. Especially JJ, he had a tendency of improvising everything. Lani got out of the van first, throwing her bag over her shoulder as she crossed the street to Kie’s car. Fallon slid the van door open and stepped out but was held back by a muscular hand. 

“Can’t Kie go?” JJ asked worriedly not liking the idea of his lifelong crush distracting a man with her looks. 

“No, she can’t and it’s not like you care anyway.” she spat out as she pulled her hand away from the pogue, slamming the door shut. The kook was putting her things in the car, making sure everything was rightfully placed when she turned to ask the pogue a question.

“Hey, Kie did you see th- You’re not Kie.” Lani said as she noticed her partner for that crima wasn’t who she thought. 

“I’m not thrilled about this either but they made me, so let’s just get it over with.” the pogue said bitterly as she got in the passenger seat leaving the kook alone and confused. The short ride to the salvage yard was filled with tension and awkward silence. Neither of them know what to say. 

“Should I go call him or do you-”

“I’ll go.” Fallon spat dryly, cutting Lani off as she quickly got out of the car. The kook sat there staring at the pogue as she walked towards the gate giving her some time to sigh and think to herself ‘this is harder than i thought’. After a few seconds, the gates opened cueing her to get out of the car and stand by the flat tire. The rest of the pogues were hiding by the gates as they saw the scene unfold. 

“It’s not weird, awkward or anything.” John B whispered, never parting his eyes from the girls as he answered Pope’s question. 

“I told you she wasn’t into you.” Kie said suddenly which confused JJ more. 

“Who isn’t into you?”

“He kissed Fallon.” Pope whispered immediately, opening his eyes wide realizing what he had done. JJ’s nostrils flared as anger burst through his body. 

“Well, she can kiss whoever she wants. She’s not dating anyone.” he said with gritted teeth as he gripped the wood harder. 

“Yeah, it’s just us.” Lani smiled, answering the guard’s question while leaning against the boat. He stared at them for a long time, moving his eyes from their legs up to their faces and back to the tire. Suddenly, barks came from the yard making the guard stand up and turn to the gate. 

“Tebow’s got something.” 

“Oh no, I don't think so.” Fallon said, placing a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s a racoon.” Lani nodded and smiled, giving the man enough reassurance to go back to the tire. They noticed that he was finishing way too fast which meant that the boys could get caught but luckily, Fallon had an idea. 

“Oh, I forgot to call my mom. I’ll be right back.” she said before disappearing around the boat making it look like she was grabbing her phone. When in reality, she was using a hairpin to deflate the other tire. Fallon stayed like that for a bit not realizing how long she took until she heard Lani’s protest to the guard. 

“No, she’s talking with her mom. Something private. Sh-she’s probably crying!” The kook shouted as the guard pushed her aside as saw Fallon defaulting the tire on purpose , giving him the realization of what was going on. He began walking backwards as the girls looked at him holding their hands up trying to keep him from running. But of course, that failed miserably as the man bolted towards the gate making the girls run to the inside of the car. 

“Shit! Shit! He’s gonna call the cops. We need to tell them.” Fallon closed the door and put her seat belt on as Lani turned on the car. 

“Just call Kie, we have to go.” and with that, she drove out of there leaving the pogues behind. After a while, they all met back at the Wreck feeling all of their stomachs growl. Kie immediately hugged her dad when he saw him as the pogues walked towards the tables. 

“Hey, Mike.” Lani waved sweetly as she walked towards the counter.

“Hey, how’s John doing?”

“Oh, he’s good. Just working with mom a lot.”

“That’s really nice. Can I get you anything?”

“Can I have the turkey sandwich? With fries?” she smiled, reaching into her purse to pull out her wallet. Mike nodded and walked away into the kitchen. Fallon stared at the whole interaction, feeling pissed on how Lani had “stolen” everything from her. The kook paid and left a $5 tip before walking towards the pogues, who were starting to sit down. 

The restaurant closed, only leaving them in there to eat. Kie turned up the radio as one of her favorite songs came on. She pointed at John B which resulted in them dancing. JJ stood up to throw something away when he saw Lani’s drawing, again. Giving him the perfect idea, to dance with her. 

JJ tapped her shoulder making her turn around as he extended his hand for her to grab. Lani timidly looked around and placed her hand on his, making him grab it immediately as he pulled her out of the chair. JJ started dancing with her as well as making funny faces to make her laugh. Fallon wasn’t laughing, at all. If looks could kill, there would be two dead bodies already. 

JJ swung her around and dipped as she laughed hysterically at the gesture since she has never really danced with anyone. As this all happened, Pope and Fallon sat drinking beers alone. He turned to her and raised his bottle to toast, making her chuckle. The bottles clinked together and they drank from it as the song ended. 

“Well, let’s get going guys.” John B announced as it was getting late. They threw away the wrappers and paper cups before stepping outside. Lani left with Kie since they lived close by to each other, which left Fallon with the boys.

“I think I’m gonna walk home.” she said as they got into the van.’

“You’re not gonna walk.” JJ refused, stepping out of the Twinkie.

“I am gonna walk. I need to think and some time alone.” and with that she walked away ignoring the pogue’s calls. 

“Just give her some space, man.” Pope said as he got in the Twinkie making JJ get back in and slam the door shut. Fallon walked hugging her figure as the cold night breeze went through the trees. She was reflecting on the day, about how Lani was actually nice to her but then her thoughts drifted to seeing her dance with JJ. Suddenly, car headlights shone behind her as the vehicle stopped next to her. The window rolled down to reveal Rafe.

“Hey Fal, what are you doing walking alone?” 

“Hi, I just… um.. Just needed to clear my head.” 

“Well, get in. Let me drive you home.” He said and leaned over to open the door for her. Fallon was hesitant at first but somehow felt comfort once she went inside the car. Rafe began to drive and kept looking at her and back at the road. 

“You look good.” he said, making her smile and slightly blush. 

“Stop doing that, Rafey.” 

“Doing what?” 

“Complimenting me to distract me.” 

“I just wanna make you feel better, that’s all.” he stared at the road as Fallon looked at him. She grabbed his hand making him look at her.

“Thank you for that, really.” 

“No problem.” The ride to Figure 8 was short and filled with comfortable silence. Once they pulled into the driveway, Rafe lowered the volume of the radio and turned to Fallon who was getting her bag ready. 

“Thank you for driving me.” she smiled as he nodded and gave her a small smirk. Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed his cheek, making him blush. 

“Goodnight, Rafe.” and with that she got out of the car, waving at him once she opened her front door. The kook stayed there for a bit, still feeling euphoric by the kiss. He smiled widely as he changed his car to R, making his way home. 

The next day, Pope wanted to try out the drone, making everyone go to the Chateau. It was like seeing a child open his christmas gift and seeing that it was what they asked for. Excited was an understatement. Kie, Fallon and John B swam around for a bit while JJ, Lani and Pope stayed on the dock to test it out. They wanted to make sure the camera was looking HD, that it’s motor was functioning and that nothing was broken. 

“What’s this?” JJ asked as he touched a button from the panel that controls the drone. 

“Don’t touch that. I’m trying to work out this thing.” Pope said, slapping the blonde pogue’s away. 

“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man. What would we do without you to control the drones?” he asked as he leaned against the railing while Lani chuckled in the background, still standing next to Pope. 

“It’s not a drone. It’s an ROV.”

“Shut up, shut up. It’s too early for that right now.” 

“It’s 12 in the afternoon, JJ.” Lani smiled as she lifted her head and looked at the blonde who shrugged and turned back to the marsh. The conversation turned to mention lawyers once the wreckage was found. Loud thunders would be heard as the pogues climbed out of the marsh. 

“In the wrong weather, it’s gonna get pushed around.” Lani stated as she squinted her eyes looking at the sky. A big gray cloud was going over the OBX making the kook feel a bit anxious. 

“Then we’ll go at dead calm.” John B suggested wrapping himself in a towel. Right after that, thunder interrupted his thoughts as it filled everyone’s ears. 

“Well, today’s not the day.” JJ said, looking at the sky. 

The next day had perfect weather which was also perfect to look for the Royal Merchant. Pope asked his dad for his boat and surprisingly, Heyward said yes. Which gave him the responsibility to pick everyone up. JJ took over the wheel and Lani stayed with him in the cabin while everyone else got the equipment ready. 

“All right, JJ! Pin it here!” John B shouted as the blonde nodded. 

“Roger that! X marks the spot.” he said and stared at Lani who was already staring at him with slightly scared eyes. 

“All right, ladies and gentleman. To going full kook.” The shaggy haired pogue smiled as Kie started lowering the drone into the water, immediately giving Pope a clear image of the ocean. It kept going down as John B checked the location of the boat hence the constant screaming.

“JJ, you're right over it. Ten seconds northwest!” 

“Got it!” the blonde shouted back as he steered the wheel in a quick speed making Lani be on the verge of falling over him once the boat turned. He chuckled at the kook causing her to roll her eyes.

“Careful there.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“One hundred feet!” Fallon shouted as she helped Kie lower the rope. Pope gasped in fear as he saw many animals which caused John B to be on edge. Inside the cabin, Lani and JJ were in comfortable silence as she stared at him. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” 

“Sorry, I asked, I just… you’re wearing a sweatshirt.. It's the middle of June.” Lani looked at JJ with worried eyes as he hesitated for an answer. Not wanting to tell her about his dad. 

“Four hundred feet!” Kie shouted, interrupting JJ’s thoughts as he turned to look back at the front of the boat. Thunder was heard all around as they all stared at the sky. 

“Guys, the tide’s turning.” Fallon said to John B making him look down at the boat monitor. 

“JJ, ten seconds easy, south-southeast.”

“Copy that.” the blonde replied as he turned the wheel again making Lani trip and crash into him. JJ extended his arm and stood her up, pulling her to between him and the wall.

“Stay there, k?” she nodded and chuckled a bit, making him smile. 

“JJ, 20 second mid speed, south.”

“Copy that! Aye, aye, cap.” The pogue kept steering and steering the wheel, not receiving any feedback from John B. 

“John B! Is That good?” Lani shouted from the cabin as JJ focused on the wheel.

“Yeah, we’re good!” He shouted only his thumb up. The shouts kept coming back and forth as a trom approached the boat. Thunder got louder and winds got stronger making it harder for the female pogues to handle the rope as JJ tried to keep the boat at the right position. 

“There’s too much current!” Kie shouted holding onto the rope, afraid that it would leave her grip. 

“We’re gonna lose it!” Fallon shouted as she lowered the drone a bit more. 

“No, we're not! Steady at this bearing, JJ!” John B shouted as the blonde followed instructions. The shouting went on as the girls yelled how far the drone was. 

“You should be seeing something, man.” he told Pope as he looked closely at the screen. 

“I know, I know! Wait.. oh God.” A silence filled the boat as the boys stared at the screen closely.

“What the hell is going on?” Lani asked under her breath looking at the boys. JJ turned his head and got confused as he quickly turned back to look at the storm. 

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer. 

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him. 

good life: @ilovefandoms102 @agardenofbooks @cloverrover

#good life #obx fic #jj x oc #jj angst #jj x reader #jj smut #jj fluff #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #kie x oc #kie x reader #kie obx #kiara carrera fic #kiara carrera x reader #pope heyward x reader #pope x oc #pope x reader #pope heyward #pope obx #john b x oc #john b x reader #john b angst #john b obx #pogues angst #pogues imagine #pogues x reader

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 6)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Special Grade

Next Chapter: Bird of Flame

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj @rizzo-nero @whoreuc @fkngkumiko @isl3t @gojoussunglasses @onepotatostand-blog @s-t-f-u-b-i-t-c-h @sunaswife

Notes: If you want to be tagged for every update, please mention it in the comments below ty <3

We are finally past the introductions and getting into the bulk of the story🥰💕 excited for this to unravel.

Chapter 6: Speed of Sound

You had a physical and cursed energy examination along with the second years the next day. Much like when you had your height and weight measured at the clinic. But this time, it was your power, speed, stamina, defense level, and flexibility with and without your cursed technique that they were measuring.

“Ugh, it’s so windy out today.” Mai complained. The sun was really bright as the four of you first years stood there.

“Y/n.” All of you turned to look at the source of the voice. You smiled brightly upon hearing him. “It has been a while.”

“Noritoshi senpaii~” you skipped your way towards him with a huge smile on your face. “How have you been?”

Noritoshi was always busy, with clan affairs, missions (now that he got recommended for grade 1 and is enroute to a semi-grade 1) and studies that you only had a short time to say hi whenever you passed by the other in the hallways. But he always secretly looked forward to seeing you.

He nodded his greeting to the other first years before turning to smile down at you as you came up to him. “Not too bad. Hope you’ve adjusted well to campus life?” he murmured, eyes softening.

“I’m okay, don't worry about me. Shared class today, this is my first time. I wonder how it will go?” You excitedly said.

“The usual, you might find it boring. Ah, and I’ve heard that you were given the title Special Grade. Congratulations.” He said.

“Is that something to be celebrated?” you asked while tilting your head to the side. “Thank you though.”

He mimicked you, tilting his head in the same direction and leaning forward so that your eyes were both still in line with each other’s, “It’s proof that you’re strong and that’s also a good thing.”

You hummed in thought. “I don’t really care about rankings to be honest. I just need to be strong enough to protect the ones I love.”

Noritoshi’s eyes slightly widened at that. He was about to speak when he was rudely interrupted.

“TSUCHI CHAN! You owe me a fight.” Todo senpai boomed with Momo sighing tiredly beside him. You jumped about 4 feet into the air at the sound and Noritoshi protectively held a hand in front of you again. “That’s enough Todo. It’s still early in the morning.”

“A fight, or else I will reveal who your ideal type is to everyone here.” He grinned.

Oh no he didn’t. The winds picked up around you as your cursed energy flared dangerously. Everyone except Noritoshi took a step back from you.

You looked up at him with the coldest eyes you have, “You promised you wouldn’t senpai. But I am not backing down from a fight. Don’t cry too badly when I bury you 6 feet underground.”

“There it is! Her dark side.” Miwa cried out. “You’re gonna die senpai.” But Todou just laughed. “I knew you were interesting the moment we met Tsuchi chan. It’s settled. A fight later after class.”

“Todo’s gonna die later. I look forward to seeing it.” Mai yawned nonchalantly as Mechamaru just nodded. Momo just laughed as she settled in beside Mai.

Soon Utahime called you all to attention and you went on with the activities. You were competing with Todo for almost every measurement (with the use of cursed energy of course. You were not so strong without it).

You just laughed at yourself as you found out you had the weakest physical punching power among the first years. Yep, you rely too much on your cursed energy to back you up.

You had the highest score though when you used your cursed energy. You warped the space around your hand in a spiral motion, the wind picking up around your fist, before you propelled yourself to punch the target. BAANG! It was pushed a number of meters back further than Todo’s target.

Todo just clapped. “Well done.” And the entire time, Noritoshi was closely monitoring you, staying by your side and asking questions about your technique.

At that, you tugged on his sleeve and he smiled and bent down for you. You told him quietly that you would tell him more about it later when you’re alone. His eyebrows raised, but his smile widened, “Thank you for that. I don’t mind telling you about mine too.”

The others were just silently watching you both out of the corner of their eyes.

“Mai chan, wanna bet as to when those two will get together?” Momo whispered. Everyone else except the two of you heard her.

“Depends on what you wanna bet on. But I’m willing to bet they’ll get together in the next maybe 4 months or so.” she smirked.

“3 months” Miwa piped up quietly.

“Maybe 2 months lol.” Mechamaru said.

“No. They might take… a few weeks. 3?” Todo said seriously.

Utahime cleared her throat out loud gathering all of your attention. “Last activity. Running laps. This track field is 400 meters long as you all know. Finish 1 lap. First without then with your cursed technique. Nishimiya and Tsuchimikado flying is permitted.”

You perked up at that and clapped your hands excitedly. Then stopped and thought about it remembering your father’s words:

“ ‘You don’t have to max out your abilities. We keep our clan’s abilities as much of a secret as possible to prevent any information leakage that may be used against us. Remember to use your technique wisely. You’re the strongest in our clan, sweetheart.’ You nodded, ‘Okay papa.’ ”

So God speed mode of a Mach 4 is out of the picture. Mach speed 3… maybe out. ‘No I can limit it to just under the speed of sound.’ you thought determinedly.

You zoned out the next hour until it was time to run with your cursed technique. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Noritoshi put a hand on your back to support you.

You quickly shook your head “I’m fine, no worries.” He didn’t look like he believed you but let you go ahead.

“Tsuchimikado. It says here on your report that you can move at mach speeds.” Utahime spoke. FUCK. Oh well. You turned to her with the stiffest smile on your face as she realized you didn’t want the information disclosed.

You took your starting position, still determined to keep it under half the speed of sound. “Ready… go!” You whipped around the entire trackfield in just under 3 seconds.

“Tsuchimikado. 2.4 seconds.” You nodded and jogged back beside Miwa who gave you a high five. “That was sooo cool, you need to let me fly with you next time.” She excitedly said.

You laughed. “I’m not the best at holding people with me when I move at high speeds. But slow flying is fine.”

“Why don’t you go faster?” Todo asked. Everyone quieted down as you turned to him. “I have a feeling you've been limiting your output. You’ve obviously been holding back this entire time, are you not taking it seriously? We are here to challenge ourselves, there is no need to hold back.”

Your eye and finger twitched. “That’s not it.” This man was amazing at pushing your buttons. But you sighed as there was no reason to hide it anymore. “Utahime sensei can I-”

“Go ahead. When you’re ready.”

You took your starting position again. You could push Mach 5 if you wanted to, though just above Mach 1 should be enough.

But you can feel Todo just silently egging you on from the sidelines. And it honestly worked. “Start!”

There was a loud BANG! You were back in the starting line in less than a second. The only proof of your movement was the smoke and dust rising above the tracks.

“I am so sorry, but I didn’t catch that. I physically can’t. That was less than a second. Your speed please?” Utahime called out. “Mach 2.”

You stepped right up to Todo with a challenging glint. “Prepare yourself for later.” He just huffed out a proud smile, then you stood aside with Miwa and Noritoshi.

“Was that, just now a sonic boom?” asked Noritoshi. “No it was my ringtone.” you deadpanned. The others choked a laugh out at that.

He turned to you with a pout, but you just bumped his hip with yours and laughed “It’s called sarcasm Noritoshi senpai~” He quietly chuckled along, which he was surprised at how easy it was to do so whenever he was with you.

You all finished up. Momo was also pretty fast, going at 10 seconds around the track. Noritoshi senpai blew you out of the water to be honest. His record was 35 seconds on foot. How. That was over the world record for men’s running.

You noticed a red marking forming over his eye and remembered seeing it for a bit when it came to the strength measurement test earlier. He was just a bit behind you, Mechamaru and Todo in terms of power.

And Mechamaru and Todo were largely… disproportionate to him, being way bigger and bulkier. But he could somehow manage.

“Are any of you going to spar after this? If so I will be supervising.” Utahime sensei called.

“We will.” Todo senpai motioned between the two of you. Noritoshi surprisingly spoke up too, “I also wanna have a go against y/n if that’s fine with you.” He turned to you with a concerned look. You just smiled, “Of course it’s fine Noritoshi senpai!”

“Okay, try not to break anything, limit the damage here on campus please. I will be calling a close if it gets too bad.” Utahime warned.

“There's no need for that.” You smiled to yourself.

Author's Rambles: Mach Speed (AKA Supersonic speed) is described as a speed greater than the speed of sound. Mach X means that the speed is X times greater than the speed of sound. A Mach 5 would be categorised as Hypersonic speed^^. O/C uses her Psychokinesis to move her forward as fast as she can.

Blood Bound Chapter Masterlist

#kamo noritoshi #kamo noritoshi x you #jjk kamo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk imagines #noritoshi imagines #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi x y/n #noritoshi x you #zenin mai #nishimiya momo #todo aoi #mechamaru #miwa kasumi #iori utahime #noritoshi fluff #jjk fluff #blood bound #red strings of fate #blood manipulation

[taetaespeaches]

“You’re not buying our kids $600 shoes.”

namjoon x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.1K

a/n: This fic takes place around the time Namjoon showed off those cute little baby shoes in his studio :( so early 2019?? so Joon and Daisy have been going strong a few months shy of a year and well, they’re already talking about babies (in the future) because you know, why not? They’re soulmates, they know what they want. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

WITH your heavy workload, you hadn’t been able to visit Namjoon in the studio for quite some time and you missed it. There was a special appreciation you felt for the man as you watched him in his element.

Choosing to take a long lunch, you picked up some food and decided to surprise your man with some takeout and, well, you. Knowing the door was unlocked, you chose to knock anyway, just to tease your boyfriend by making him get up to answer the door.

“Come in,” his voice called out, you smirking to yourself as you simply knocked again. “Yeah, come in,” he welcomed again. One more knock, and you were met with silence as you awaited his appearance in the door frame. It didn’t take long for him to cross the space of his studio, the door opening to reveal you, leaning against the wall as you held the bag of food down at your leg.

“Delivery,” you smirked, Namjoon’s lips spreading into a happy grin as his eyes widened and brightened in excitement.

“Daisy,” he greeted happily, “Babe, what are you doing here?” He asked, stepping toward you, wrapping an arm around your lower back, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Well this is just way too much food to eat by myself,” you joked, gesturing to the bag by lifting your hand slightly. “Plus, I missed you,” you kissed him again. “Missed seeing you work,” you mumbled against his lips.

“I missed you too,” he replied with a grin. “Get in here,” he told you as he tugged you forward, pulling you both inside the studio before he shut the door.

You always loved Namjoon’s studio. It was perfectly decorated to represent his personality, and he took great pride in the space. The room had always been very comfortable. Like a second home.

“How long do I get you for?” He asked as he took the bag from you, setting it on the table the sat in front of his sofa.

“Um,” you thought as you looked around the space, noticing small changes in the placement of certain figures and books. “I have about an hour.”

“That’ll do,” he grinned, approaching you once again, taking your hand in his, leading you to the couch. “Thank you for visiting,” he told you genuinely. “And for the food,” he added, nodding toward the takeout boxes.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you smirked, “I could have brought all seafood, you don’t know yet.”

Looking to the boxes with wide eyes, Namjoon took a moment to crack a smile. “Then I’ll watch you eat,” he countered, you giggling as you reached to open the boxes, revealing various dishes Joon loved. “You’re amazing,” he complimented, placing a hand on your thigh as he leaned toward you, leaving a kiss to your exposed neck.

“It sounds like work should slow down a bit pretty quick then, right?” He asked, wiping his hands on a napkin as you reached to close up the boxes, having devoured the meal.  

“Yeah, hopefully,” you confirmed. “If everything goes to plan.”

“I’m sure it will,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks, Dimples,” you smiled graciously. “Are you working on anything right now?” You asked, nodding to the computer.

“Ah,” he exclaimed excitedly, you smiling fondly at his reaction. “The song is about done but I’ve been recording some adlibs to be added into the vocal sections. Just a bit. Right now they’re divided.” Humming in thought, you nodded. “You want to hear it?”

“Yes, please,” you replied enthusiastically, Namjoon standing and quickly approaching his computer.

“How much time do you have left?” He asked as he sat in his chair, you checking your phone for the time.

“Uh, ten minutes,” you told him, Namjoon nodding as he pulled up the track.

“Perfect,” he whispered as he clicked a few things before starting the song. “Ok, tell me what you think.”

The song started with a groovy R&B sound, and you instantly knew it would be a fan favorite. Jimin started with the first verse, his vocals light and airy and as perfect as ever. Then Taehyung sang a verse, the vocals richer and just as good. When Namjoon’s verse kicked in, you sat up, taking in the words and the delivery. The man knew exactly what he was doing when it came to music and he never failed to amaze you.

“This song is incredible, holy shit,” you told him. “You sound great.” The man turned in his chair to flash you a thankful smile, a slight shyness in his features. No matter how many times you complimented him, he never did get used to it.

The song was the kind of song that you almost just couldn’t help but dance to. It was also the kind of song you didn’t want to end. However, the ending was absolute perfection with Jungkook and Taehyung switching line for line before Taehyung did a small run, marking the official completion of the track.

Namjoon stared at you expectantly, you tossing your hands in the air. “That’s a fucking bop, babe, oh my god,” you smiled. “I’m obsessed with that, play it again.”

Chuckling at your sincere enthusiasm, he dipped his head down, looking toward his lap. “It’s good?”

“I think the words I used were a fucking bop,” you clarified. “It’s so good, I think your fans are going to lose their minds over that one.” The man breathed out a sigh of relief, looking at you with bright eyes as he smiled. “You said you’re recording adlibs?”

“Yeah, just to make the song sound more cohesive and rich,” he told you, you nodding quickly in understanding.

“I think that would be good,” you agreed, pretending as though you knew anything about music production. You had no real clue what you were saying, but you knew Namjoon sometimes just needed a boost in confidence over his decisions. “You know what’s best,” you assured him. “It’s going to be even better when it’s all done.”

Giving you a shy smile, he nodded his head a single time, almost as if he was respectfully bowing at you, making you giggle. “Thank you,” he said genuinely, you waving him off.

“Now, play it again,” you grinned. “I need to place it in my memory so I can replay it until the album comes out.”

Laughing, Namjoon turned back to the computer, restarting the track. As you listened, you began cleaning off the small table, placing the boxes in the bag before taking it to the trash can that sat across the room. The song filling the room, you looked around at Namjoon’s belongings, appreciating his collection of toys and figures. He was beyond endearing.

And then you spotted them. And your heart fluttered before butterflies formed in your belly. Utterly endearing.

You could feel Namjoon’s eyes on you as you reached for the small pair of shoes, holding them against your chest. Turning to face your soft boyfriend, you pouted. “What are these?”

Flashing his dimples at you, he chuckled shyly, covering his mouth in slight embarrassment as he lowered the volume on the track, which you later learned was titled ‘Home’. “I thought they were cute.”

“You’re cute,” you told him, looking down at the shoes. “Who buys baby shoes because they think they’re cute?” You giggled. “Oh my god, I love you so much.”

“Come here,” he told you, smiling widely at your reaction to the objects. Walking toward him, you carried the shoes in one hand, your other hand resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your thighs. Tugging on you, you complied, sitting on his lap, placing the shoes in your lap.

“They are very cute,” you cooed, Namjoon smiling against your cheek before pressing a kiss to it.

“They would be super cute on a baby too, don’t you think?” He questioned, his shy demeanor mixing with his forward question.

“Do you ever think about having children together?” You asked him, skipping the passiveness of his hints, boldly jumping into the topic.  

Smiling softly at you, he rested his dimpled cheek against your shoulder, toying with the little fringe on the shoe in your lap. “Why do you think I bought these?” Turning toward him, you kissed the side of his head affectionately.

“You’re the most adorable man ever,” you complimented, Namjoon letting out a breathy laugh at your comment. “You know I think about it too, right?” You asked him, Namjoon humming thoughtfully. “Someday. Like, I can wait to have kids, but I can’t wait to have kids with you,” you told him, causing Namjoon to lift his head to look into your eyes. “Does that make sense?”

Nodding his head, he shot you a dimply close-mouthed grin. “I can’t wait to have kids with you either,” his smile opened beautifully. Placing his forehead against your own, your hand moved from his shoulder to hold the side of his face.

“I seriously can’t wait to make you a dad, babe,” you pouted, Namjoon kissing your pouted lips quickly. “I almost think you were born to be a father.” Above all else, Namjoon really wanted children. It was his dream to be a dad, which you had briefly talked about before but never in depth. But you knew how excited he was about the possibility of having kids in the future, and it was impossible not to think about that possibility being a shared future. You knew Namjoon would be a natural at parenthood, and that was confirmed by the way his eyes teared up at your genuine compliment.

“I love you so much,” he confessed passionately, emphasizing the words in a way that told you he meant the confession with every fiber of his being as he kissed you once more. “I’m so excited to see you be a mother, babe, I think about it more than I’m even willing to admit,” he chuckled, you giggling with him, resting your cheek on his as you kissed the side of his nose through your smile.

“One day,” you told him. “I promise.” You moved to kiss is cheeks, peppering his face in pecks, the man squeezing the tops of your thighs as he laughed.

“These will probably be out of style by then, huh?” He thought out loud, patting the little shoes you still held onto.

“Mm, the little one could bring back the style. We’ll be raising a trend setter,” you smirked, Namjoon’s eyes widening in excitement. Oh god, combining fashion and children had to be Namjoon’s ultimate fantasy. Lifting the shoes to inspect them further, you pulled your eyebrows together skeptically. “Joon, are these designer?”

“Hm?” He questioned, pretending he didn’t hear your question.

“Namjoon. How much were these?” The man evaded your gaze looking back to his computer to check the time. “Joon.”

“Ah, dang it, it looks like your lunch hour is up,” he shot you a pout, you holding back a smile as you shook your head at him.

“$400?” You questioned, the man shaking his head. “More?” Namjoon shrugged. “$500?” Silence. “Namjoon, no,” you fought back your growing grin. “$600?”

“Not quite,” he countered, you sighing as your lips fully curved upward.

“You’re ridiculous,” you told him fondly as you placed the shoes very carefully on his desk. “I’ll let you handle those.” Standing from his lap the man chuckled at your reaction to the overpriced baby shoes.

“They’re so cute though, look at them,” he defended in a whiny tone. “They’re worth it, aren’t they?”

Shooting him a slight glare, you hummed. “Sure, Dimples,” you teasingly agreed. “I’ll see you at home,” you bid him farewell, placing a kiss to his lips before you headed towards the door.

“See you at home, Daisy,” he called out, watching you walk away.

“I love you,” you told him as you created more distance between you both “but you’re not buying our kids $600 shoes,” you informed him as you opened the door.

“They weren’t even $600, stop exaggerating,” he smiled as you stepped outside.

“It’s not happening,” you yelled to him just before the door shut, separating you from the man until you both arrived home later that night.

As Namjoon sat in his studio, chuckling to himself fondly as he stared at the baby shoes, you walked down the corridor, giggling to yourself about the silly soft man that you absolutely planned to marry and have kids with one day. And though that day was still far off, you were both picturing it vividly in that moment. And it was perfect.  

#namjoon #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc #namjoon drabble #namjoon drabbles #namjoon fic #namjoon fics #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fanfics #namjoon imagine #namjoon imagines #namjoon scenario #namjoon scenarios #namjoon oneshot #namjoon oneshots #rm #bts #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x oc #bts drabbles #bts fics #bts imagines #bts fanfics #bts scenarios #bts oneshots

[aalissy]

Truth or Dare

Day 11 is done!! Sorry this one’s kinda late to I was moving into my new house! Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this lil one-sided reveal hehe. Lemme know what you think <3. 

AO3

“Marinette, truth or dare?” Alya asked, the smirk present in her voice.

Marinette, Nino, Alya, and Adrien were all in her room as they all finally had free time to hang out. Luckily, they had all even been able to have a sleepover together. As it got later and later, however, they began to play more party games which had led her to be in the situation she was in now. 

Marinette gulped quietly, eyes darting over to Adrien’s smiling face before looking back at her best friend. Alya’s smirk grew even wider after she watched her reaction and Marinette squirmed uncomfortably. She knew exactly what her friend would do if she picked dare.

Her cheeks turning a bright red, she murmured, “Truth.”

Alya tsked as she rolled her eyes fondly. With a quiet laugh, she pouted and said, “You’re no fun, but fine.”

Marinette felt herself relax as she prepared herself for Alya’s question. Surely whatever it was couldn’t be as bad as making a fool of herself in front of Adrien. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning with that thought. Unfortunately for her, Alya’s eyes narrowed at the sight. 

“Alright, so Marinette, have you ever kissed anyone?” Her smug smirk appeared once again.

She opened her mouth before snapping it closed quickly. Ducking her head, she felt her face turn an even darker shade of red. Obviously, the best choice here was to say no, she hadn’t had her first kiss. But... that would be lying. She had kissed someone before. In fact, she had kissed the same person twice. To be fair, Marinette couldn’t exactly remember the second kiss but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

Nibbling her lip, she mumbled, “Yes.”

“What?!” Alya shouted excitedly, “Who?! When?! How come you never told me?”

“U-um, that’s another four questions and I already answered my truth so it’s my turn,” Marinette turned to Nino, ignoring the looks everyone was giving her. “N-Nino, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He grinned at her rather lazily.

She hummed, tapping her finger against her chin. “Hmm, I dare you... to beatbox for us, right now.”

Nino shrugged before starting off with a slow beat. Gradually, he picked up volume and speed, making everyone smile and nod their heads along to the music. Eventually, when he finished, they all clapped with a loud cheer and he gave a small bow of his head in acknowledgment. Opening his mouth to ask the next person a question, he was cut off by someone clearing their throat.

His eyes turned to Alya who was staring at him pointedly and his eyes lit up in recognition. Nino gave her a subtle smirk before asking, “Alya, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Come on babe, do you even need to ask?” She rolled her eyes.

Nino gave a quiet chuckle at her response. “Alright, I dare you to give me a kiss then.” 

Alya rolled her eyes even as she giggled quietly. Quickly, she leaned over to press a gentle kiss against her boyfriend’s lips. Adrien and Marinette both protested together loudly when neither of the two seemed to want to pull away from their kiss. 

“Gross!” Adrien scrunched his nose up in disgust even as he gave a quiet chuckle.

“Get a room!” Marinette threw a pillow at the two of them, which finally got them to pull apart as they laughed loudly. 

Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend before a devilish smirk lit up her face. “Ok then, Marinette, truth or dare?” 

Shoot. This was a lose-lose situation. She could either say dare and get stuck having to either kiss Adrien or do something equally embarrassing. If she said truth, though, she’d have to reveal who she kissed. With a quiet groan, Marinette said, “Truth.”

Alya giggled mischievously. “Who did you share that kiss with, Marinette?”

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Of course, she had to lie. There was no way she could admit that Chat Noir was her first kiss. Alya would probably have a heart attack if she said that. Giggling nervously, her gaze darted to the side. “I-it was L-Luka, obviously.”

“Nope.” Alya shook her head smugly, “I talked to Juleka after your date and she said that your kiss got interrupted because of an akuma attack. Come on, Marinette, this is a game of truth or dare. There’s no need to lie here.” 

Marinette practically choked as Alya called her bluff. She had not expected that! What was she supposed to say now?! Her mind raced as she tried to come up with an answer of any other boy that might have kissed her. An answer never came to her, though, as all her thoughts had frozen up.

Tensing up, Marinette blurted out, “It was Chat Noir, ok?!”

“What?!” 

She had expected a loud outburst from Alya, but it was actually Adrien who looked the most shocked and shouted the loudest. Her eyes blinked in surprise as she stared at her crush who was looking back at her with his jaw practically touching the floor. 

Marinette turned a deep shade of red, snapping her gaze from him to gaze down at the floor. Carefully and nervously, she tucked a stray strand of hair back into her pigtails. Clearing her throat lightly, she said, “S-so, Adrien, truth or dare?”

“Nuh-uh, Marinette, you can’t just drop a bomb on us like that!” Alya shook her head frantically as she stared at her eagerly. “How did you manage to kiss one of Paris’ superheroes!?”

“Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Adrien chimed in, nodding his head as a small frown creased his brow.

Even Nino stared at her with interest as her flush turned even darker. Slapping her hands to her cheeks, Marinette tried to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t tell them the truth and explain that she had to save him from Dark Cupid. That would risk her identity and their safety. Oh, why had she ever agreed to this game?! At the very least, she should have just said no when Alya asked if she had her first kiss yet. 

Groaning quietly, Marinette turned to her best friend. “You remember Weredad right, Alya?”

“Mhm,” she nodded with a frustrated sigh. “I couldn’t get here fast enough to record anything for the Ladyblog.”

“Right, well...,” Marinette tapped her fingers together anxiously as she tried to come up with a lie that wouldn’t be too far from the truth, “That day, I-I um, confessed my feelings for Chat.”

Oh my god, what am I saying?! If I manage to fumble my way out of this, I am never playing Truth or Dare again. Why did I do this?! Alya’s going to know I’m lying, Marinette screamed at herself mentally. She wished she could tug harshly at her pigtails, scolding herself for ever mentioning the kiss in the first place.

“What?!” Alya stared at her in confusion. “Why would you...? I mean, I thought you only liked you-know-who.”

Alya’s gaze subtly darted to a suspiciously red-faced Adrien who looked like he just got hit by a truck. Frowning slightly at his reaction, Marinette shifted uncomfortably. With a nervous laugh, she said, “I-I do! Chat just appeared at the right moment at the right time! A-and really who doesn’t have at least a small crush on him?!”

Alya and Nino both nodded their heads at that. Adrien wheezed quietly and all of them looked over to stare at him. His mouth had fallen open as he blinked at all three of them. He then spoke up with a small stutter, “B-but aren’t you two dating?”

“Yeah, but it’s Chat Noir,” Nino laughed, “Besides, dude you must have a pretty big crush on him too. You always turn red whenever anyone so much as mentions him.” 

“I-I that’s not true!” Adrien protested even as his face turned darker.

Alya, Nino, and Marinette all burst into laughter at that. As Adrien continued to frown and pout at them, their laughs simply grew louder. Eventually, they straightened up and Marinette blew out a quiet breath of relief. It seemed like everyone had forgotten about her answer.

Just when she was about to suggest that they turn out the lights to try and get some sleep, Adrien’s voice spoke up, “But Marinette, you still haven’t answered the question. When did you kiss Chat Noir?”

Her face flushed as she snapped her gaze over to her crush. Surprisingly, he was staring at her with a determined glint in his green eyes. Why was he so interested in her answer? With a small frown, Marinette nibbled on her lip before murmuring shyly, “R-right. W-well, um, after I confessed my feelings, I may have given him a small kiss on the lips. Nothing happened though! W-we agreed that it’d be better that we remain friends, though! He is a superhero after all.” She rushed to clarify with a nervous giggle after Alya whistled loudly.

“Good for you, Marinette. I didn’t know you had that kind of confidence after seeing you stammer like a nervous chicken around your actual crush.” Alya snickered before giving her a sly wink.

Quickly, Marinette hushed her, shooting a pointed glance at Adrien. With a loud, awkward laugh, she then said, “Right! Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up now, I-I suppose we should all go to bed so we can get some sleep!”

“But Marinette, your story isn’t true. That didn’t actually happen.”

For the second time that day, Adrien’s voice cut into her pleas to get them to sleep. Her head whipped around to stare at him as he shook his head with a light frown. Feeling a brush of indignance brush through her, Marinette pursed her lips. He was right, of course. But he couldn’t possibly know that. Unless...

No! She shoved that distracting thought back into the corner of her mind like she usually did. If she began to think about that, she’d surely go insane. A tight smile forming across her face, Marinette said. “W-well, it did. Papa even got akumatized because of it. He saw the kiss and was surprised that we agreed to be only friends. That’s why the battle ended so soon, because Chat was already there.”

She turned to look at Alya who was nodding her head along to the lie. Phew, at least her best friend believed her. Relaxing slightly, Marinette turned to look at Adrien who was still staring at her in disbelief.

He shook his head once again before speaking, “Yeah, Chat Noir was there and all but you two didn’t kiss.”

Feeling a prickle of annoyance, Marinette pursed her lips before snapping slightly. “And just how do you know this, Adrien? You weren’t at the bakery when he got akumatized and like Alya said the battle was over too fast for anyone to get there.”

Immediately, he flushed as his eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally chuckled nervously and said, “You’re right, Marinette. I don’t know why I said that. Also, you’re right about going to sleep now. I have a photoshoot in the morning.”

With that, Adrien flopped into his sleeping bag and pretended to snore. Marinette, Alya, and Nino all stared at him in bewilderment. Finally, Nino broke the tense atmosphere by shrugging and relaxing into his own sleeping bag. Giving Alya an awkward smile, Marinette stood up to go and turn off the light.

As she slipped into her covers, she shot one last glance at her partner’s tense rigid form. A slight smile tugged at her lips as she heard his fake snores. After that reaction, not even she could pretend anymore. Adrien was Chat Noir. 

Biting down hard on her lip, Marinette tossed around ideas about how to let him know that she knew. Finally relaxing when she realized that they had a patrol tomorrow and she could simply tell him then, her eyes slowly fluttered closed. Soon. Soon, I’ll tell him, she told herself as her smile grew ever wider.

#adrinetteapril2021 #adrienetteapril2021 #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrienette #ml #mlb #identity reveal #one-sided identity reveal #fic #fanfic #adrien deserves more love #everyone loves him