#this watch has been stuck in my brain since i started thinking about the short

[alvojake]

How about pirate! Jungwon and mermaid! Reader? You can make it dark and stuff. Up to you 😘

「notes」 : bless you and your thinking anony, this is such a *chefs kiss* idea, I actually had a lot of fun writing it!! also, I would like to dedicate this to two of my lovely moots hehe, @yeonzzzn & @wondipity. I hope this feeds into your jungwon brain rot

Midnight Lagoon | Y.JW

「paring」 : pirate!jungwon x mermaid!reader 「word count」 : 1.9k

「synopsis」 : what you and jungwon had was nothing short of unethical, if you were to ask your people, that is. neither of you cared, though, which is how you find yourself waiting for the said man in the very cavern that had started everything, relishing in each other's company.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : unprotected sex (just don't), slight manhandling, teasing, cussing, making out, petnames (baby, princess...), praising, rough sex, mentions of marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

The cavern was silent, save for the waves splashing against the shore. It had to have been late into the night. The only source of light was the bioluminescent algae that littered the cavern walls and ceiling. The algae illuminated the space in a soft blue, and the water almost glowed along with it. You lay out on the rocks, crimson tail dipping into the water, enjoying the feeling of the waves cascading across your scales.

Despite knowing the time, you knew that he would be here at any moment. You knew that as soon as his crew was all asleep, he would sneak away to come see you. It has become a routine since Jungwon first found you.

It’s a funny story, really. You had gotten caught in one of their nets when they were anchored in this very cavern. The string was far too tight for you to just rip away from, so you were stuck, fearing that your life was going to come to an end. You had heard the stories from your parents and the elders of the shoal. Pirates were not to be messed with; they would kill you on sight and take your scales to pawn off for a pretty penny.

So to say you were surprised when Jungwon found you and just cut you free would be an understatement. His hands were steady but careful as he wedged his blade between your tail and the net, slicing the dreadful contraption off of you. Even his voice was soft as to not alert those that were on the ship with him. His kind eyes and gentle hands intrigued you and you knew it was wrong, hell it was probably one of the worst things you could do in your life. But god, if you didn’t enjoy the thrill of it all. 

After those events, you stayed behind a cluster of rocks, watching and studying what they were doing. Your family had been worried sick about you all night long, but that was the least of your concerns right now. No, you wanted to actually talk to this man, even if it was the dumbest thing you’ve done. Curiosity has gotten the best of you.

So you waited… and waited… and waited. Finally, you saw Jungwon climbing off of the boat.

You tried to sneak up behind him, but for some miraculous reason, he sensed you there. His head turned, and his eyes bore into yours, peeking from the top of the water.

“I didn’t think a pretty thing like you would hang out around here.” His once soft voice now held a more sinister tone, but instead of getting scared… you were intrigued. Something pulling you towards him, like an angler fish going after the little light antenna on their heads.

That desire only grew from that night when he lured you out of the waters, watching as your tail morphed into human legs, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. The complete ecstasy that his fingertips brought you left you gasping and begging for more. His dick reaching the most inner parts of your body that you hadn’t even known existed. By the time he was done with you, you had become addicted, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace once more.

Thus began the little rendezvous, meeting in the very place where he first made love to you, much like what was happening now.

When Jungwon made it into the cavern, he wasn’t surprised at all to find you lying halfway in the water, your tail swishing softly under the surface. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility that this space brought you. He stopped once he was close enough to fully see you. Watching the way your damp hair cascaded down your back, small droplets of water still falling from the ends. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in your chest that was hardly covered due to the shell top you were wearing. Jungwon could feel his dick chub up at the sight alone.

Jungwon’s footsteps were careful and quiet, but you could still feel the vibrations under your fingertips. Your head turned slightly to look over at him, and the corner of your eyes crinkled slightly as a smirk spread across your lips.

“It took you long enough,” you teased the male as you pulled yourself further from the sparkling water. Your fingers wrapped around the pendant that lay between your collarbones, whispering a few soft words, allowing your tail to morph into human legs. Jungwon’s eyes stayed glued to your body, taking in the new skin that had just been revealed to him.

“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.” His voice was soft, unlike the dark look that glazed over his eyes. You carefully stood to your feet, but seeing as it's been a little bit since the last time you had to use your legs, your knees buckled, and you tumbled forward right into Jungwon's arms. “Even the sight of me has your legs weak, huh? I'm flattered.”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before fixing your posture to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. His face was merely inches away from yours, eyes boring into your own. He could smell the sea salt on your skin as he leaned closer to you, sealing your lips in a gentle kiss. 

“God, I've missed your lips so much.” He groaned against your lips, “... I missed you.” He sighed before letting his lips trail from yours to your cheek, down your jaw and neck, before finding purchase on one particular spot right below your ear. A soft sigh fell from your lips as you pulled his body flush against yours, leaving little to no room between the two of you. He continued to press open-mouth kisses along your jugular until he was sure there would be marks left behind, not caring for the consequences you might face once you were home.

“Won…” You whine when his hands traveled down to the fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. He licked a long stipe up your neck before roughly kissing you. His lips moved fervently against yours as he swiftly picked you up off of your feet. 

Jungwon wasted no time in laying your body flat on the flat rocks that sat next to the lagoon. His body slotted against yours, allowing you to feel his bulge against your bare pussy. Your small whines and whimpers were swallowed by Jungwon’s mouth as his fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake. But it wasn’t enough; no, you wanted more, and you didn’t want to wait. Noticing the impatiens in your eyes, Jungwon chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, making your hips buck and a broken cry fall from your lips.

“Do you really want my cock that bad baby? You’re dripping on my fingers.” He teased, his fingertips tracing your slit, collecting your slick.

“Wonnie, please, I don’t wanna wait. Just fuck me, please.” You pleaded in a meek voice, and Jungwon smirked against your skin.

Who was he to deny you what you were asking so nicely for? So he pressed one last kiss against your forehead before pulling back to rid himself of his clothing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from his trousers. Catching your gaze, he put on a bit of a show, pumping his cock a few times, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. Impatience grew in your chest as you watched him pleasure himself. A whine fell from your lips when he denied your motion for him to move towards you. 

Eyes rolling, you moved your hand down to your cunt using your fingers to spread your pussy lips, “Just fuck me already, Won, please.”

He chuckled once more before finally giving in and moving closer to your body, grabbing your plush thigh. Leaning over your body, he captured your lips in another heated kiss as he lined his cock with your entrance. In one swift motion, he buried himself in your warm heat, swallowing all of the moans that slipped past your lips.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby,” He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. It had been far too long since he was last able to bury himself in your wet cavern, the crew and missions taking up a majority of his time. So he wasn’t going to hold back; no, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He gave you a split second to adjust before his hips were snapping into yours in such a rough manner you were sure there would be bruises. The sounds of your skin hitting his and moans bounced off of the cavern walls. Jungwon couldn’t hold back; his hips were pistoned into your, trying to get as deep as he could, throwing your legs over his shoulders, pushing even deeper. Deep enough to have the head of his cock kissing your cervix. 

Wonton moans fell from your lips as you tried your best to stay up with his pace, but as soon as his tip brushed over that sweet spot deep in your pussy you were putty in his hands. Stars clouded your vision, your orgasm already on the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck- Won, I’m- shit, I’m close.” Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Jungwon leaned down, kissing over the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, whispering sweet praises against your skin while his hip snapped brutally into yours.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned when your cunt squeezed around him, “fuck princess, you keep doing that, and I won’t last.” His hands trailed from your thigh to your hands, intertwining your fingers when your high washed over you. His pace slowed just a little to help you ride out your orgasm, but his movements never stopped.

“Won-” “Just a little longer, baby, I’m almost there.” He groaned before picking up the pace once more, letting go of one of your hands to rub his thumb against your clit, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your head fell back at the overstimulation, all words but his name leaving your brain. Jungwon loved when he got you like this, so fucked out that his name was the only thing you could remember. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your plush thigh before a choked groan tore through his lips when he felt you cum for a second time. The tightness around his sensitive cock was enough to finally push him over the edge, painting your velvet walls white.

“Shit…” He groaned into your neck as he leaned over you, hips rocking softly against yours. Taking in your scent, memorizing it once more for he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see you again. 

“Won,” you breathed out, running your shaky fingers through his hair. "You’re still hard.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before rolling his hips deeply into yours, pushing his cum further into your womb, “You drive me insane, baby, and I want to fill you so full of my cum.”

A whine slipped past your swollen lips as his pace picked up a little, but your grip on his body didn’t let up. No, your lips found his, kissing him deeply, telling him that you would love nothing more.

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[doobea]

IN A CASE OF EMERGENCY - SAE ITOSHI

synopsis: Sae forgets to change one small detail in his hospital record, but it ends up for the better.

content: gn!reader, exs to lovers, sfw, minor injuries, second chances, fluff, slight angst but overall just comforting, sae being a bad communicator as always word count: 1.1K a/n: something short and sweet to crave my sae brain rot

"Hey," You shut the door softly behind you and make your way over to where he lay. You stand with arms firmly crossed and the tight expression you send him makes Sae want to hide underneath the covers. "You didn't change your emergency contact?"

He manages to keep his usual stoic look and carelessly shrugs, although it's a bit difficult with the amount of tubes stuck to his arms, "I doubt Rin would even show."

You heave out a deep sigh and sit down on the edge of the bed, looking everywhere but his face, "You guys still haven't made up after all this time?"

"It's complicated, you know that." He watches your shoulders tense at the last part but you let them fall before he gets a chance to comment.

"Well, I hope you know that getting a call from the hospital at one in the morning wasn't on my weekend's to-do list." You attempt to joke but he knows that you're particular about your sleep schedule.

"I know." He wants to apologize but holds it off. Sae turns his head towards the opposite side of the room and awaits your berating.

"You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?"

"I haven't."

Sae doesn't bother to hide it. Ever since separating from you, he's been distracting himself with more and more games. Trying to keep both mind and body busy from having to even think about you. Too bad it all eventually caught up. He feels like he's stuck in a space between sorrow and bliss.

"Well, you need to." You state the obvious, although it's most likely because he knows there wasn't much to say.

It's been a full year since he last spoke to you. He should feel lucky that you even bothered showing up after how bitter the breakup was. And he does.

"Hey," You say again, but this time it's softer and has a hint of hesitation. Just enough for Sae to pick up on it.

He props himself up on the hospital bed, leans forward, and faces you, "Yeah?"

You turn too, just inches apart from him. Close enough that he can hear your breathing over the monitoring machines. The room is dark but there's a faint glow from the street lamp outside. Sae can make out the shine in your eyes, the familiar shape of your lips, and the way your hair falls down your face. You look better than the last time he saw you.

"This is old but," You laugh dryly and avert your gaze, Sae is almost positive that you're blushing, "do you remember the stupid promise we made a while back?"

Of course, he remembers. It had been his idea after all. Looking back at it, it was an impulsive decision that he made up on a whim. Promising that he would propose after beating his brother's team. That idea soon fell apart as quickly as he had come up with it. Sae isolated himself for a while after losing and it drove you away from how stubborn and absolutely stupid everything turned out to be.

"I remember." Sae finally answers after a long moment.

"My mom still talks about it—talks about you and talks about us."

As cruel as it may sound, he's glad that he's still very much a present in your life. Sae tries to hold back the smile that threatens to spill on his face, a twitch on his lips so small that only you would be able to recognize.

"Not funny."

There it is, that pout that he would always make fun of. Sae holds back the urge to call you cute and instead decides to have the long-awaited overdue conversation.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you." He carefully watches your facial expression change ever so slightly as he continues. "I didn't mean to place our relationship on a selfish bet. I should've just waited for the right moment to do it."

There's silence. You almost start stuttering as soon as he meets your glossy eyes. The way he spoke came out more casually than he intended and he's pretty sure that his current expression is even more casual. Sae reminds himself that he needs to get rid of the stoic act, especially when it comes to you.

"How would you have done it?" Your voice staggers in what he assumes to be a mixture of anxiety and yearning. Still, it's not a question that he had expected to fly out of you.

Sae feels his mouth go dry but he carries on, ignoring the warm rush to both his cheeks and stomach, "By the pier where I first asked you to be mine. Exactly a month after your birthday because I know you don't like it when people combine holidays and anniversaries close together."

"Because it's—"

"Lazy." Sae finishes and finds the strength to chuckle when you shoot him another one of your cute pouts. He presses on, "Would you have said yes?"

Another wave of silence and he wonders if you're rejecting the idea. If that's the case, Sae hopes you forget about this conversation tomorrow morning, even though you had brought it up first. It'll be a little weird for him to get rejected again by his former partner but he tells himself that he's been through worse. The silence grows heavier and Sae is about to play it off as some awful joke, tell you to leave for the night, but then—

"I would've." You said breathlessly. And when he doesn't respond because he's speechless, you repeat yourself again.

"That's good to know." He can't help but to laugh out a little because, of course, this happens to him. Sae studies your body language for a while before speaking, feeling brash and frankly overly confident. He might just blame it on the medication if you were to ask him about it later. "By the way, I still need a ride back tomorrow."

You stifle back your own laugh but it's filled with tenderness that he was once familiar with, "Is this your way of asking me to get back with you?"

"No," He's swift to respond, "I'll do that after I invite you inside."

"Do you think I'll say yes?"

"Knowing you, most likely."

Sae leans forward, closing the space between the two of you. His lips are a hair width apart from yours and he's sure that you could hear his heart pounding against his ribcage. He watches you close your eyes and soften your face but, as much as he wants to shut the distance, Sae bumps his forehead against yours.

You wince and yelp at the impact, "What was that for?"

"To let me know that I'm not dreaming."

He doesn't care about the half-glare you give him or the fact that his heart rate monitor is giving away how nervous he actually is. What he does care about is having the privilege to be next to you again, and in this little moment, you are the center of his universe.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock fluff #i crave for soft sae #no one #not even my own boyfriend #can stop me #i wanna devour him like how i devour mangos #RAAAHHH

[total-drama-brainrot]

hi idk if this has been said but . pls hear my vision… lindsay and noah platonic duo. brains and the beauty. noahs the brains. lindsays the beauty. noahs like “jeez this girl is dumb i cn manipulate her or smth” but then he starts warming up to her and they like paint eachothers nails and talk about boys or somthing idk please theyre besties trust 🤞

(also noah finally gets a makeover courtesy of lindsay)

I think I might've mentioned this exact duo before, though I may be wrong about that. Regardless, I've had Many A Thought about the potential dynamic between Lindsay "reclaiming bimbo as a term of empowerment" and Noah "could be god's biggest hater but was nerfed with an inability to GAF", to the point where I have a few drafts exploring this exact concept.

Through the lens of my eyes (blurry as it would be, my prescription fairly strong), I don't think Noah would ever consider manipulating Lindsay- at least, not in a similar manner to the likes of Heather or Alejandro. He's shown in canon to be pretty adverse to the idea. Why else would he make those comments about Alejandro in "I See London..."?

Not that he doesn't think about how easy it would be to use her. But his morality wins out over his scheming thoughts pretty quickly- no one wants to be New Heather, after all.

However, he's also shown a capacity to explore sneakier options of deception and trickery; pretending to pass out during the 20k run in The Big Sleep, trying to excuse his comment about Alejandro under the guise of it "being a compliment where he's from", tricking the Sasquatch with his fake ball throwing, getting himself eliminated on purpose in Dodgebrawl. I'm trying to think of other examples In Canon off the top of my head, but I'm coming up short since most of his actual speaking lines in the show are 'zingers' and 'witty one-liners' instead of actual character moments.

And we also know, from the way he treats Owen, that he's a lot more patient and indulgent towards the... 'slower' or 'simpler' contestants. He very rarely gets mad at Owen's mistakes- see how he gently chastises him in "Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan" when he's disturbing their set, he'd pretty much gentle parenting him, or how he doesn't even raise his voice against Owen after being blasted by nose-shake in "I See London...". You could argue that Owen just has best friend privileges, but given the way he also talks about his dog I think Noah just has a soft spot for happy-go-lucky, heart-of-gold, kind of stupid people (and blondes). Sound familiar?

Lindsay would fall under this umbrella of 'treat with kindness' because of this, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't try to subtly nudge her in the 'right direction'- out of Heather's and/or Alejandro's influence and into his own. For her own safety, of course.

Not that I think he'd even like Lindsay at first. The two of them are opposite ends of the social spectrum; I'd take a while for Lindsay to break through his snarky exterior, but I think eventually Noah would realise that she isn't the 'two-faced airhead popular girl' he'd assumed her to be and quickly warm up to her (she's airheaded, sure, but there's nothing two-faced or nefarious/mean-spirited about Lindsay). It's a classic case of "extrovert adopts introvert".

Meanwhile, Lindsay would be dead-set on breaking Noah out of his sour little shell. Either because she overhears Owen/Izzy/Eva explaining how Noah struggles to make friends because he's "very shy" and "mixes up his insults and his compliments", thus she assumes that, hey, Noah's made fun of her a few times, maybe that was just him trying to be friendly? So she makes it her mission to reciprocate his efforts and befriend him (much to Noah's initial suspicion, and begrudging appreciation).

Or she gets the concept of a 'gay best friend' stuck in her head (an impressive feat, getting anything stuck in such a vacant space /j) probably from watching too many high school teen dramas, and sees Noah as the ideal candidate since he pretty much embodies most of the stereotypical GBF traits; a sassy twink who's defining characteristic is making snarky comments. If Noah ever caught wind of this, he'd either be mortified by the concept and avoid Lindsay like the plague until she'd eventually hunt him down, or he'd think the whole concept is too funny to pass up and gladly play the part- if only for his own amusement. (Personally I headcanon him as bi, but he's so canonically queer coded that he fits the stereotype anyway.)

Which is all just a long-winded way of me saying I think Lindsay would kindle the friendship without giving Noah much of a choice (again, extrovert adopting introvert) and Noah would just go along with it, being the lazy guy he is, and quickly grow fond/protective over her.

If he and Owen are the golden retriever and black cat dynamic, Noah and Lindsay are an afghan hound and a black cat; Noah has a lot of black cat energy (that's just a given) and you cannot tell me that Lindsay isn't an afghan hound- they're pretty, gentle-natured and renown for their low intelligence.

Plus, Lindsay's capacity for meanness (as unintentional as it may be) would be comedy gold to Noah. He'd encourage her to keep that sharp tongue and steel spine, if not for his own entertainment, then to ensure she doesn't become someone else's doormat again. In return, Lindsay would bring out a softer side of Noah, likely a result of her reminding him of his several older sisters.

She'd absolutely abuse her 'soft Noah' privileges too by roping him in on sleepovers where the two of them gossip and paint each other's nails (Noah's against the idea at first but Lindsay hits him with the puppy eyes and he folds like a lawn chair), eventually leading to Lindsay giving Noah a much needed glow up. He finds himself enjoying the pampering- though he'd never admit it- and Lindsay's just ecstatic that she has someone to use as a dress-up doll (Tyler wouldn't let her give him another makeover after Paris).

#i have a lot of thoughts about the beauty&brains duo #this would also be why lindsay calls tyler 'noah' in wt btw. she's mixing up her bf and her gbf. doesn't help that they both-- #have long-ish brown hair and wear red (she's face blind give my girl a break 😭) #this ended up longer than i anticipated. again. at this point i should stop assuming i'll give short responses. #the brainrot cannot be contained. i am patient zero. #anyway THANK YOU FOR THE ASK please feed me more b&b content. it fuels me. #total drama #td lindsay #td noah #silly headcanons #character analysis #⬅ kind of? a little bit #replies #long post

[lieslab]

Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Summary: You’re dating Lee Know and you have to remind him to take care of himself after a long dance practice. 

Word Count: 700

Genre: Fluff & slight angst 

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Sweat dripped down the side of Lee Know’s forehead. The sticky perspiration poured out of him like water. His gray shirt stuck to his body. He ran a hand through his damp hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The beat for the song started playing again. 

“Five, six, seven, eight!” He threw his hands up to repeat the same steps for a choreography he had been working on for the past two hours. 

Hand, hand, hip, swing, left arm, right arm, jump, and pump. The moves came to him naturally. He didn’t dare remove his eyes from the reflection wanting to make sure he hit every beat. He ignored the sweat dripping into his eyes and twisted his ankles together to spin around. He missed a step and down he went. 

He slammed into the wooden floor with a thud. He sat on his ass with a slight daze. Long legs sprawled out in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook himself out of the small shock. Forcing himself up with a grunt, he headed back over to the laptop to restart the song. Chan had sent him the audio file, all he had been doing was creating a dance. 

“That looked like it hurt,” you commented from the back of the room. You had walked in earlier and had been waiting for him to notice you for a while. 

“Oh my fucking god!” He threw a hand to his chest. “How long have you been standing there?” 

“Long enough to watch you fall on your ass,” you shrugged. In your hand, there was a small brown bag with the top folded down. “The guys said you’ve been in here for hours working your ass off, so I brought you dinner.” 

“Thanks, just put it down, I’ll eat it in a while.” He ignored the frown that appeared on your face and went back over to the laptop. He turned the volume up and turned back around to face the mirror. 

Again the music started up. He nodded his head and began again. Hand, hand, hip. He glanced back in the mirror and caught you looking at him. It was long enough that it threw him off his groove. Suddenly, he forgot what was next. Right hand? Jump? Left hand? You short circuited his brain without meaning to. 

“Can you just go away?” Lee Know spun around. His arms crossed over his chest. “I can’t focus while you’re here.” 

“Did you even eat lunch?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No,” he started. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“But I had breakfast,” he continued. “I’ll eat when I’m done. I need to get this right. I have to teach it to everyone tomorrow and I-” 

“It is nine o’clock at night,” you butted in. “Chan said you’ve been in here, at least, since four. You’ve been working your ass off for hours!” 

“It’s nine?” His eyes widened immediately. “Fuck, I forgot to feed the cats!” 

“Don’t worry, I already fed them earlier.” You moved over to the laptop and hit the pause button to stop the music. “Please take a break and eat your food. I went to your favorite restaurant and got your favorite meal.” 

His shoulders dropped and he finally came over to you. “I didn’t realize it was so late. I thought it was only around six. I guess that explains why I feel so tired. I was so caught up, I wasn’t even looking at the time.” 

You handed him his bag of food. “I know you don’t like being interrupted when you’re dancing, but someone has to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” 

Half of his lips turned up into the beginning of a smile. “Thank you for caring about me. I’m sorry I got upset, I just want to get it right. I keep thinking I have it and then I screw it up.” 

“How about you eat and then you can teach it to me? I know I’m not the best dancer, but it might help if you can teach it to someone. We can stay here all night if we need to.” 

He leaned over and placed a quick peck on your cheek, “you’re the best.”

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[slicznymartwy]

just a short little idea i had :3 billy x reader ofc .. a little bit sad bc he can’t be disgusting all the time

i don’t rlly have enough brain for this bc i just got off a 10h shift but :(( imagine this is kind of established relationship (as much as it can be for silly billy) where you two are intimate and talk a good amount, and you’ve really talked about it, but you’re pretty sure he’s staying in your attic. you try not to think about it.

there’s a day where you have to go up, maybe for an old trunk or some piece of holiday decoration. you look around the dark room - even though it’s the middle of the day, the little window at the front of the house doesn’t let in a lot of light - and can’t see much in the shadows. you squint as you walk around, and still you see nobody. you tell yourself not to be surprised at that, why would there be anyone up there.

you find what you need and are about to bring it down when you hear claude. you didn’t realize claude knew how to get up here, and that there was even anything for him in the attic. most of the mice stuck to the basement, and claude didn’t seem to have any interest in them anyway.

you walk closer to the sound, and then claude jumps onto a box, scaring you half to death.

“jeez, warn a girl next time,” you say with a little laugh, petting the top of his head.

when you turn back to the way down, he’s standing in front of you, wearing his handsome green sweater that you always thought suited his eyes. he stares at you blankly and you tighten your hold on the candlestick (or literally whatever idk idk) so that it doesn’t drop.

“billy,” you whisper.

turning away from you, he walks towards the window and stops at a wooden table. there’s a phone there. has there always been a phone in the attic? (also clare’s not dead teehee)

you watch billy pick up the phone and hold it to his head. he doesn’t dial a number, and the busy signal must be noisy in his ear, but he doesn’t back down.

“piggy,” he says, whispering into the phone. “you shouldn’t be here.”

“it’s my house,” you say carefully.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says again, more forcefully.

“why are you here, billy?” you ask, trying to keep your courage. it’s difficult when billy has to take a deep breath, closing his eyes. he pressed the ear piece against his forehead and groans.

“go away. go away. i don’t want to. don’t want to go,” he’s murmuring, away from the handset. like he doesn’t want you to hear.

you step closer to him.

“how long?” you ask him softly.

“did you go to the beach without me?” he says, voice pitched up to a woman’s. “without me?”

you close your eyes a moment, realizing he means that he’s been living here since the summer. next week was the start of march.

“okay billy. it’s okay,” you say quietly, moving closer to him again.

he steps away from you, and it breaks your heart. he presses the phone to his mouth again. “filthy billy. filthy.” his voice is loud but it trembles. it must be a bad idea, but you don’t care. you rush to his side before he can react and wrap him in a hug. the phone clatters harshly to the table and you can still hear buzzing tone.

you try to lie to yourself. you tell yourself that it’s not so bad that he’s been living here for almost a year. it’s normal for your stalker-turned-boyfriend to live in your attic without you knowing. everything’s okay, and you tell billy the same thing as you stroke his hair.

“piggy, piggy,” he gasps, hands fisting in your sweater. he’s crying now, his face against your neck. “i’m sorry, piggy. i’m sorry.”

“i know you are, billy,” you say. you kiss the side of his head and look out the window. it’s so sunny outside, and the snow melts dirty puddles of mud onto the sidewalk. “it’s going to be okay.”

your life would certainly make more sense if it wasn’t. but you’ve known this from the start. you’re as addicted to him as he is to you. his pig. his slut.

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974) #billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #slasher posting #just a little something for myself hehe #very short but i think i want to elaborate one day #i like the thought of him using the phone like a tether even when he’s having a face to face convo #₊*. ⋆༘ — uli writes

[thefiresofpompeii]

if you've watched nightmare in silver i'd love to hear what you think — it's a pretty good episode in my opinion and it's one of the few cybermen-as-the-main-monster episodes i actually liked, but it's also one of those episodes that takes some of its most interesting elements from something i like a lot more from the eu so that coloured my perception a bit (turns out constantly going wow just like zagreus makes you less capable of just enjoying the episode as it is. oops)

it’s… a mixed bag of an episode, honestly, provided how much stuff is actually in it. i liked select parts of it a whole lot, much room for thought there, whereas others … skeeved me out, to put it mildly. i don’t think neil could possibly have topped the masterpiece that is The Doctor’s Wife, and whatever he set out to do here… could have stood a little more editing??

to get the grumbling out of the way: the kids. Most Annoying Who Side Characters Ever award goes to them, singlehandedly taking first place away from that stuck-up nerd in Poison Sky. i don’t know if neil intended for them to act supremely slappable, but christ alive. just the constant dour negativity and ‘bored teenager’ unimpressed commentary … walking vibe drainers. made it hard to care about their fate tbh. oh they got cyberconverted? oh they got rescued and brought back? Whatever. call me a boomer apologist… i’ve never referred to a pair of children (fictional or real) as ‘ungrateful spoiled brats’ before but this could be the day i start.

additionally: the hell was that stuff about clara at the end? “too short and bossy and your nose is all funny” “mystery wrapped in an enigma stuffed into a skirt that’s just a little too tight” go to hell gaiman. genuinely. here i was relying on you, thinking you’re immune to casual misogyny. especially since it doesn’t even make sense… clara’s skirts are never tight? not once? i understand that the former comment was a bluff to get out of admitting feelings but, again it’s not even accurate, since jenna coleman’s nose completely fits the beauty standard?? baffles me

those are all minor nitpicks bc other than that the episode’s fun! and creative, especially all the scenes with the cyber-planner and their high-stakes chess game (you like chess dontcha). i haven’t listened to zagreus (YET) but from what i’ve gathered from internet osmosis the doctor gets possessed by an … evil nursery rhyme? lmao. seems legit

anyway nightmare in silver has unfortunately made me understand people who find matt smith attractive. i’ve cracked it: it’s a dormant gene that only activates when he’s playing an intimidating villain. especially here, when he’s mr clever, a warped mirror of eleven, with the boundaries between the two blurring so far as to confuse even clara. this moment is top notch:

which one of you said that? she’s right to question it.

he’s been quietly manipulative with clara for the entire duration of their travels so far, concealing from her the truth about the ‘mystery’ that her whole existence presents to him, while she remains the object of his puzzle-solving quest. a particularly odious example in this scene in Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS, where the doctor is fully aware that their impending doom at the cliff is an illusion, but puts on the pretense that they’re about to fall to their deaths anyway, building all that fear just to to coax clara’s “secret” out of her (“since we’re both going to die here, you may as well tell me what you are”). as soon as he gets what he wants — or, rather, doesn’t, because there’s no satisfactory answer yet — he reveals that he’d known all this time that the TARDIS wouldn’t have let them fall.

that’s what makes mr. clever so insidiously, well, clever as a plot device: eleven’s not possessed by an external force, not quite. no: it’s his own shadow showing. he’s always been like this. the cyber-code slowly taking over the right side of his brain is just as smart as him, just as manipulative, just as much of a trickster. all his darker traits turned up to, well, 11 (sorry not sorry). “allons-y!” “fantastic!” “you’ve had some cowboys in here” mr clever is a parasite that takes the worst and best parts of the doctor, cuts them up and re-attaches them in a parodic audio-collage, and isn’t that just so fucking ingenious

another line that’s just a straight banger, not much to say about it really other than the fact that it cuts straight through to the core of the narrative:

this spun out of control and turned out far far longer than expected, my apologies (not really. you asked!)

#dw #nightmare in silver #doctor who #eleventh doctor #neil gaiman #matt smith #clara oswald #jamie catches up #jamie.txt #doctor who meta

[fellshish]

Weird question, maybe?

What do you think you would recommend when you feel depression (and you're under treatment and all that), to love drawing art and writing again? I mean, there are some videos that inspire you or stuff like that? I have read your fic and recs and would love to be back into writing and all that 💕

Thank you for trusting me with such a vulnerable question. I applaud your choice to be in therapy, and i’m going to assume you’ve asked your therapist for helpful steps in this, too? If not, that could be a good idea since they know your personal circumstances.

I’m not a therapist. Please keep that in mind. But i too have struggled with long absences from creating, so i can give you some insights in how i came back from that.

An important thing is practicing kindness to myself. Of course, that’s far from easy. But if i don’t create? I forgive myself. If i was going to write and i didn’t? Well it’s a hobby, not a job, and i should only do it if it’s (mostly) fun. No matter how many days i haven’t written — it’s ok. That’s what i repeat to myself: it’s ok, and you will write when you want to.

Your mind might be too clouded with depression right now to create. That’s ok — it needs all the energy for healing from that. You’re doing that, and that’s already amazing.

Here’s what i also give myself permission for: to do things badly. To suck ass. To write horribly. As long as i’m having fun, who cares. If i wish to share my writing in the future i can always edit it. Whip it into shape. But at first, in the process? I am writing for me, and it’s allowed to be terrible. Again, i am not being paid, this is my creative outlet, i am doing this for fun.

You ask what inspires me. I’ve thought about it and, well, a lot does. I mostly get ideas (or solutions for ideas that are stuck) when i am doing other things, like doing dishes, or going on walks, or cleaning, or showering. That’s when suddenly something locks into place in my brain that’s been turning around without me even knowing.

And what inspires me to create (again), is other art. Reading books or graphic novels. Reading a funny or heartbreaking fic. Admiring fanart. But also going to a museum, a local drag show, a concert, … watching other artists extract joy from doing what they do. I get inspired by films, often too about artists, like dead poets society. Or i’ve started writing poetry again after reading a destiel au about a poet trying to find inspiration again after a long absence and struggling with self confidence. Fandom specific: rewatching the thing you want to create for, helps.

Reading about writing and listening to podcasts about writing, especially where writers talk about their insecurities, has also been helpful. Bird By Bird by Anne Lamott i found interesting. How to fail often has writer guests and is specifically about how failings and imposter syndrome have been part of even the most successful people’s careers. The writer files and The writers panel are interesting podcasts on writing as well.

I think my advice to you would be, take small steps. Forgive yourself every time along the way. Make a list of things that you love reading about and think of a way to put that in a blender for a story that will excite you. Allow yourself to write a bad first draft. To draw something imperfect. Fuck all the rules.

And start with short periods of creating. It’s a marathon not a sprint. Art is you, so you, it’s your self expression and though it might change over the years, it’s always yours. You can’t lose it. It’s still in there.

I hope this helped. Best of luck.

#my asks #writing #long post

[hn-yn-soo]

Can't be | P. JH

Note: This isn't my first time making a story, I'm actually an author in wattpad (hn-yn-soo if your interested). This is also g!p reader so enjoy!

Y/n has been the most naive yet dense girl known in TDoong University, and she haven't noticed the School President having her gaze on the latter whenever she passes by or sit at the front.

Park Jihyo, the cool and classy President known for her assertive aura. She gets what she wants but at the same time gentle, outgoing, caring and responsible. She never misses a beat whenever she does something, nor make a mistake so she gets elected as President for years, not just by her Latina Goddess looks but her cold as ice heart that goes soft for Y/n

But even though Y/n is kinda dense, she's popular thanks to your famous sister Myoui Mina (iyak muna walang isship kay mina) who's known from her ballet skills and a varsity in Volleyball and also famous of a rumour of her dating the Team Captain Son Chaeyoung.

Y/n, also belong in a group circle called Twice with her being the Drama Prodigy with the Brains, Nayeon being the oldest and the social butterfly, Jeongyeon classically known for Dad Jokes and Nayeon's husband after the Uni's Marriage plays, Momo the Dancing Machine, Sana the Flirt Queen, Jihyo the Latina Mom, Mina the Black Swan, Dahyun the Ambassador Queen and Church Girl, Chaeyoung the Beast Captain, and Tzuyu the Yoda and Archer Captain

And so it begins, the classes start and the girls huddled in the campus' Starbucks buying some coffees and pastries having a short meeting for the upcoming prom.

"I was thinking we could do floral theme, since it's spring" Sana suggests, drinking her iced coffee while Tzuyu takes note of what's happening

"I suggest that we have a Disney type of prom, and add the gender neutral clothing on both genders, let everyone wear what they're comfortable with. It's 2023 for GodJisoos' sake" Y/n retorts calmly with her hand raised, the girls agreeing and Jihyo thinking of it for a bit- or thinking of how to ask Y/n out now that she had grown more famous due to her recent play being more mature for the audience

"Well, if no one objects then it's settled. But I would still keep the offer, Sana.. Especially for the University week few weeks from now" Jihyo clasps her hands, the girls smiling and bickering once their meeting dissipates. The girls went out to their separate classes once they got out of the shop, leaving Y/n and Jihyo to themselves

"So, since it's your idea earlier.. Do you have a date in mind?"

"Not so sure, do you have any suggestions?" Jihyo smirks a bit, tugging Y/n close by her loose tie, fixing the knot neatly before resting her palms on the taller girl's chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat in layers of clothes. Y/n couldn't help but get stuck in her gaze, eyes wandering about her face, examining the soft and tanned skin of Jihyo's, her doe eyes that seemed so adorable to look at but scary when mad, her perfect button nose with the apparent mole she likes to look at everyday, and damn..those lips, she wonders if Jihyo had her first kiss-

"Yah, you're staring.. You like me, don't you?"

"Ha? I-I don't, what makes you say that, aish" Y/n panics, storming off making the girl chuckle to herself and follow Y/n to their classroom

"Oh come on, I'll be your date.. So you don't need to worry about your fangirls getting into your pants" Jihyo states quietly, their knowing glances were just enough for answers for unanswered questions. Y/n takes a deep glance on her once more, she watched at how Jihyo took down notes with a slight pout on her face with stray strands of her brown hair falling down on her face ever so slowly. And that was it, Y/n is starstruck once again.

"Ms. Myoui Y/n, the board is up front and not on Ms. Park"

"S-Sorry, Professor Choi" The girl nervously smiles, earning giggles from her friends and classmates and a deep sigh from her uncle Youngjae who fixed his glasses and went off to teaching

Jihyo dribbles something on a small piece of paper, smiling softly before taking Y/n's hand in hers, slipping the rolled paper in her palm before sitting back to listen to the lesson

'Be my prom date? Yes or Yes?' Y/n chuckles and gave a subtle nod, which caused Jihyo to blush deeply with a contented smile. Both had been sending quiet signals towards each other for the rest of the period, and oh love this is gonna be eventful

'ATTENTION ONCES! Are you ready to show your feels and dance the night away at this year's Prom?! Grab your friends, lovers, or yourself and show off your dance moves! The best dancers earn Queen and King of Prom, with a special performance courtesy of Twice!

See you soon on March xx, 2023!'

"Ah, I guess I did nice with the graphics. Don't you think it's a bit-"

"No, Y/n.. It's perfect, l-like you" Y/n was posting the posters with Jihyo, and she caught the last sentence but decided to keep her cool. The girls finished putting the posters up and went on to their next class which was PE, Y/n was a bit nervous since she's with Jihyo but she executed the exercises with no problem

Not until she felt a sharp pain on her chest, she excused herself and dashed towards the Senior Department where her personal doctor is

"Yoonsoo!"

"Yah! Is it happening again?!" Y/n collapses and convulsed as the pain strucks more, Yoonsoo brought her to the bed and did the procedures on her

"Fucking hell, you need a donor like now! Or else you could die!"

"I-I know.. B-But, it's too late.. I just wanna spend the remaining time with Jihyo" Yoonsoo sighs and let the girl rest, walking to her office to call someone

"Is he ready? Had he signed the papers?"

:Yeah, he did a letter too but he told me to let us open it once the operation is done

The older girls sigh and ended the call, massaging her forehead and checked Y/n's files

"Damn it, kid.. This isn't right"

Timeskip, Y/n met the girls after her rest at Yoonsoo's office. The girls were worried especially Jihyo who got up to her and hugged her, tears rolling down her face. Y/n doesn't know that Jihyo is Yoonsoo's cousin nor discovered about her heart disease, Jihyo plays dumb but has been looking over for her from afar

"I thought you got kidnapped or something, you didn't even chat me, I'm worried"

"I'm just with Yoonsoo, girl problems" Y/n winks, causing the brunette to blush and hide her face on her chest. The girls laughed at their cute antics and headed to their separate ways since the class ended when Y/n came back

"Oh yeah, do you mind if I stay at yours for a week? My parents just left for Hawaii for their wedding anniversary trip"

"I don't mind, just bring your stuff over" As they reached home, Y/n was met by familiar aroma of Adobo and Buttered Shrimp with more Japanese cuisine and Chaeyoung helping Mrs. Myoui in cooking

"Oh hello girls, get dressed then we'll eat in a few"

"Mom~ Jihyo's actually coming over, is she allowed?" Mrs. Myoui turns with a slight smirk with Chaeyoung wiggling her eyebrows, Y/n was stunned and facepalmed. Knowing Michaeng must've spilled her growing feelings for the girl

"Don't you dare make inappropriate moves, child. You and your hormones sometimes, aigoo"

"I know mom! I'm not like Mina-chan!" Y/n squeaks when she was about to be tickled by her sister, finally the door opens to see Jihyo smiling warmly and bowing at Kai who opened the door for her

"Konbanwa, Mrs. Myoui and Mr. Myoui"

"Konbanwa, Jihyo-chan.. We were just talking about you, come have dinner with us" The Myoui family ate dinner well with Jihyo and Chaeyoung, soon headed to bed early as they had to prepare for more classes tomorrow

"I'm done showering, Jihyo.. You can use the remaining hot water"

"Thanks, Y/nn!~" Jihyo caught a glimpse of Y/n's toned abs under the robe, she blushes at the sight and hurried inside the room to get herself bathed and distract her thoughts from Y/n

And speaking of Y/n, she was just on her phone typing while listening to YK by Cean Jr., Jihyo finally coming out of the room in her baggy tee and short shorts with a towel hanged on her shoulder. Y/n and her made eye contact, not noticing that Jihyo walked towards her and sat next to her, their faces leaning until their lips met ever so slowly

Jihyo had her hand on Y/n's nape urging her to kiss her deeper which the girl did, their breaths shared as their kiss became more hotter and full of passion

"Mhmm" Y/n lost it, Jihyo's tongue invaded her mouth, and she fought her for dominance. She gently pins Jihyo down, hovering on top of her completely without losing a rhythm

Their kiss went for solid 5 minutes, Y/n felt something throb in her chest making her pull away knowing this might affect her sickness. She lays back down, facing Jihyo who caressed her cheek with her hands

"Can y-you.. Cuddle me?"

"Of course, small spoon?" The girl nods, turning away before she felt a few scoots before arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n felt happy from this contact, too happy she didn't knew she got herself hard from it

They were asleep when Jihyo felt something poking her back, she grumbles in her sleep and nuzzled further back in Y/n's chest thinking she was just needing for warmth but no. The poking thing on her back throbbed which woke Jihyo up, she reached far back, feeling something rounded and girthy in her palm.

She could feel several veins bulging out from Y/n's pajamas guessing she didn't wear any underwear under her pajamas, she gasped at the length when she touched further but then Y/n held her wrist

"You..w-what are you doing?"

"I'm supposed to ask that, what's this?" The slightly tight grip woke Y/n fully yet only let out a soft moan right on Jihyo's ear-

'Omo omo omo, how is that hot?!'

'If she keeps touching like that, I'll..' Y/n thought and hid her face on the smaller girl's nape, her hips slightly moving as if looking for friction

"Yah.."

"P-Please.. J-Just let me- F-Fuck" Y/n moans, breathing softly as she humps Jihyo's palm from behind. Jihyo turns so Y/n's face is now pressed against her neck, she wraps her fingers around the girl's shaft properly

"I'm just curious, you're born with it?"

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you.." Y/n breathily moans, her moans increasing in pitch when Jihyo stroked her with her slow thrusts, almost bringing her to edge..

"T-Tissue.." Jihyo understands and grabbed a few, handing them to Y/n who immediately turned and stroked herself until huge spurts coated the tissue

"A-Ah... Finally.. T-Thank you for the help, I'll just throw these"

Y/n hops off the bed holding her still erect member, she finishes her business before coming back to Jihyo who's staring off to the window

"Hey, are you alright? Let's sleep.."

"Y-Yeah" Both had cuddled to sleep to ease the awkwardness, yet the sudden tickle from Y/n made Jihyo laugh hard and surrender to her funny assaults

"N-No more! Y/nnn!~"

Few weeks later, the girls had prepared for their prom. Jeongyeon had Y/n, Momo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu to her place to dress up in their colorful prince-like suits while Nayeon had Sana, Jihyo, Mina and Dahyun wear their ball gowns. The girls awed at Jihyo as she looks like Latina Belle from her beautiful yellow gown which matches her tanned skin with her hair up in a beautiful bun

"Shall we go, ladies?~"

"Yoonsoo!!~" The older hugged Jihyo, smiling as the others fell in love at how the girl's outfit suited her so well as if she came straight out of Disney

"I brought the limo with me, let's go!"

The girls cheered on as they hopped inside the vehicle, Jeongyeon and the rest were the first with the couples to arrive and they waited in line for their princesses

"Omo, is that Nayeonie?? She looks like Cinderella!"

"Wah! Sana looks like Anna from Frozen! So pretty~"

"Omg, Dahyun and Momo looked so badass and cute!"

"Chaeyoung marry me!"

"Oh my, you look so gorgeous, Ms. Park" Y/n held her hand out for Jihyo who gladly took, their smiles were evident that the photographers got a lot of good shots of their contented smiles

"Damn, the tops be looking handsome, especially Jeongyeon and Chaeng!"

"Oh damn, Y/n be looking fine she can step on me"

"I appreciate the compliments, ladies.. But if you mind, I need to bring my princess inside" The fangirls wailed in adoration as they watched the couples go inside the ballroom, hues of purple, blue and white lit the room and they sat to their respective seats. The girls escorting their lovers/partners to their sides, earning squeals from the students around them

"Hey, did you bring my meds?"

"Mhmm, here.. Make sure you drink them on time, or else it might happen again" Y/n sighs at Yoonsoo's words, she goes back and her eyes were caught with Jihyo's who gave her a sweet gummy smile

It was as if the world stopped for a moment, Y/n took in the image of the girl in her mind. Oh how she wished she could love her forever, waking up to see her bright smile and soft voice, those eyes that she could drown on any day and any time. Those kiss she wanted to feel again, it's all she could wish for.. Yet she had little time left, so she makes it worth it

She felt a small pinch in her heart, her face changing a bit but composed her smile to hide the pain. Jihyo noticed this and approached her, grabbing her arm gently sent tingles down Y/n's spine

"Wanna dance? You seem off, Y/nn"

"I'm good, but sure.. Let's dance" They held each other's hand as they went in the middle, they spotted a familiar bunny pushing the DJ off the booth and plugged something into the laptop which played "Rewrite The Stars"

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

You know you want me

So don't keep saying our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pulling you miles away

And out of a reach from me

But you're hearing my heart

So who can stop me if I decide it's on my destiny?

"So, what's with the stare earlier?"

"Ah, that.. I was just thinking, a-about what we did that night.." Both had blushed as they danced as if it's their own world, soon enough their friends joined in not minding the two talking mindlessly

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'll be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one could say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

And maybe the world could be ours, tonight

"Do you..r-regret it?"

"Heavens no! I'm actually thankful since you solved one of my worst problems, been dealing with it since I started puberty but didn't know what to do.. So I just wanna say thank you for that, you've been great to me since we were kids" Y/n smiles, which Jihyo reciprocates. Their eyes showed a glint of love, Jihyo's mind filled with thoughts whether she should confess, she thinks it's time

"I also have something to say.. I dunno why I felt like I wanna say it now but I think it's the right time to show how I feel about you"

"When we were kids, I never wanted to leave your side. I've been there even from afar, looking over you and that's when I knew.. This ain't more than friends, I get jealous over small things like how your fangirls wanted to get your heart but failed miserably but I do them to you without efforting much. A-And that night it wasn't supposed to happen but my instincts kicked in and decided to help you out, since it bothers you a lot as you said. But yeah, I'm gonna go straight to the point.. I like you, I really do.. This might shock you for a while but I'm not asking you to like me back, heck I don't even had plans confessing until now since I feel like something's wrong-"

Jihyo was cut off when she felt familiar lips pressed on her own, her eyes widened yet closed to return the kiss. The crowd fell silent for a moment, their friends watching as they let the scene unfold in front of them. Yoonsoo frowns as she watches Y/n's tears fall down, and soon became worried when she saw how her shoulders shivered badly. Jihyo hugs her, peeking over her shoulder catching her cousin's gaze sending a signal

All I want is to fly with you

All I want is to fall with you

So just give me all of you

It feels impossible (It's not impossible)

Is it impossible?

Say that it's possible

"I-I wish I could like you back, b-but I h-have a few min-" Jihyo gasps as she catches Y/n in her arms, the girl collapsing and falling into shock, Yoonsoo running over to them with Somi passing an injection to her

"Give way! Somi get the limo" The blonde leaves with the keys, Y/n stabs Y/n with the syringe to her chest and the latter wakes up to life and coughed badly

"M-Meds.."

"No, it's too late.. Call him, Jihyo" The latter nods and looked around to spot a certain boy, waving him around and he dashed towards her...

"Alright, I'm ready.. As long as my best buddy lives"

"It's too late for me too, Jihyo.. M-My leukemia had gone worse" Jihyo tears up even more, finally Somi finally came and the girls rushed into the limo and drove off to the nearest hospital....

"She's Myoui Y/n, stage 4 heart cancer prepare me an OR asap!"

"Come with me, Daniel" Somi leads the weakening boy to the assigned OR to prepare the surgery, the girls waited outside with the Myouis coming in an instant

"Where's my daughter!?"

"She's inside, mom.. I didn't know she had this, she never told anyone.. I knew she's fine mom! I-I can't believe she had this, I'm such a bad sister" Jihyo looks down at the jacket which contained Y/n's meds and a letter, she walks over to the parents and gave the letter with a scared expression

"S-She.. She wanted to tell you guys but she's scared to disappoint any of you.. I didn't even know until I saw her in Yoonsoo's office, but Y/n doesn't know that I knew now"

'Hello to the ones reading this, I may be feeling worse now or dead but hey I didn't give this to make y'all even more sad but happy. I may be gone now but remember that I'm here, think of me as the penguin roaming around Antartica sliding in the ice freely! I think of it like that instead of heaven, Antartica feels nicer than it looks, no? So yeah, don't cry for me! Be happy! If I see one of y'all cry, I'll hunt you down and scare you to the bone. Just kidding, I might be playing Legos up here but I'll be fine!

But if I ever live, I'll say this now even if Jihyo sees this. I love you, I know you'll be confessing soon from the way our interactions and feelings grew. I am just so dumb to not say it back, but I do.. I love you, my heart only beats for you so I'm not surprised if you're jealous of me hanging out with other girls, don't be.. I'm only yours, so I hope I stay alive so I give back the love you gave me.. And to the rest of y'all, I love you so much, take care of Mina and Jihyo for me in case I get taken by God here.. And don't even try to drink my coffee without permission, ask Jihyo first especially you Yoonsoo! That's all, I'm watching y'all, no tears allowed, arraseo!?

-love, Y/n<3'

"Oh my.. I hope it's not too late, I can't lose my baby" Mrs. Myoui cries onto her husband's shoulder, Kai and Mina reading the letter in tears, internally praying for their sister's surgery to be a success

"Jihyo, Daniel wants to give you this"

"What is this, Somi?" She opens the letter, the first words immediately made her tear up

'If you read this, it's probably me dead or in the middle of the surgery with Y/n. I volunteered to do this since I'm dying and at the same time my best friend is, but I know you to liked each other than we do before, and I understand that.. I even wished for the fate to have you two meet and from the glances you shared, I was right.. I knew Y/n would be right for you and love you unlike I did, I apologize if we broke up due to our busy times especially you being School President and me being a future holder of my dead family's company.

I hope you live a better life with her, you two take care of my heart or I would come back there and hunt you two. I had to let myself go in order for you and Y/n to live a great life, and love each other to the fullest! I also left something to Yoonsoo, it's a month-trip to Paris! I had bought tickets enough for you guys as a token of appreciation for looking over you while I was gone. Don't cry for me, please? Smile for me like you always do, me and Y) n might share the same heart, but she beats for you.. And I'm up here watching over you, congrats to your soon to be relationship!

-Daniel Kang <3'

"D-Dani..." Jihyo cries, but her heart broke more when Mrs. Myoui read the letter Y/n gave, she prayed that Daniel would still live but he couldn't. And speaking of the two, Yoonsoo had successfully switched the hearts, her tears fell down as she watched Daniel's monitor fell into a flat line. The other residents bowed as respect, mourning for the kid while Y/n's monitor continued in a rhythmic heart beat..

"Is Mr. Kang by himself? Doesn't he have relatives?"

"None as they died when he was young with some out of reach, me and Ms. Park are the ones looking after him.. I'll be handling whatever's left over from him, transfer the both of them into a room then bring Daniel to the morgue after the girls said their goodbyes" the nurses followed her instructions, Yoonsoo held the sobbing Somi in her arms as they marched back to the lobby where the family waited

"The operation is a success, yet.. Daniel couldn't make it"

"I'm sorry, Jihyo.." The latter nods and sniffled, they were assisted to the room to look over Y/n and said their final farewells to Daniel. Yoonsoo received a call from Daniel's company, asking about the agreement in taking over the company

"Ah, yes of course.. I'll take his position as founder and CEO of KD and Konnect"

"Yes, I'll be there starting by next week.. Just gonna arrange his funeral, I'll be expecting you guys.. Thank you" Yoonsoo ends the call, she held Daniel's hand from under the white sheet and smiled faintly.. Sighing she called the nurses to bring him out so it was just Y/n inside

"You okay? I can vouch for you so you can rest"

"I'm good, I'll just have to uh... Promote my loving fiancée as CEO of Yoohan Medical Center, hoping you'd fit in while I take care both companies of mine and ours" Somi nods and hugged her, giving her a light kiss before their attention turns to Jihyo

"Jihyo, you can have some rest.. It's been a long night"

"I'm alright, I want to stay.." The girls gave a small smile and bid their goodbyes, coming back to the prom which still continued and made up to the worried students and teachers by giving them a night to remembe while the Myouis got back home to rest as they were too stressed for the whole night..

"Hey, I got home to get you some clothes.. And some snacks too incase you get hungry"

"Thank you, Yoonsoo-ah.." The young doctor bows and left the room, Jihyo decides to change her gown into comfort pajamas and came back to see Y/n fluttering her eyes

"Y/n? Omg, you're awake.. Should I call a nurse?"

"I'm fine, I just need you for now" Y/n reached her hand out, Jihyo took her and intertwined their fingers together. Both had smiled, their eyes filled with love as they held their gaze for a short while

"So, what you said earlier.."

"I change my mind, I'll be yours.. Forever" Jihyo beams a smile, kissing her hand before smiling widely. Y/n lifts her other hand, using her thumb to wipe Jihyo's tears away then stroked her cheek softly

"I love you so much, Hyo"

"I love you more, Y/nn..always"

The end.

#mina #jeongyeon #chaeyoung #nayeon #dahyun #tzuyu #sana #momo #jihyo #twice

[blushblushbear]

Hi there! Can I have some headcanons about how Volks, Anon and Scale would react when they realize they have a crush on someone? And how do you think they would confess pls?

Volks

okay so legit I think Volks either doesn't noticed or will not admit to himself that he has a crush

for like

a while

like a while while

somewhere in his dumb little head he's like 'wow, I can't stop thinking about them.... that must mean they're my mortal enemy and my brain is still stuck on how to defeat them'

I legit think he's probably not had too too many good exchanges with people in the past (see my Volks headcanons but short version everyone always wants something from him)

so he legit doesn't understand what he's feeling

I think the realization hits him when it's beyond clear to everyone else that he's completely in love

and it kinda comes out of nowhere from him

like you're talking about something and you just laugh and he realizes, 'oh.'

I think he stops listening at that point cause he's surprised how he never noticed before

and he realizes it isn't out of nowhere, it's been there for a long time

you'd think he'd be upset about it or something but I actually think he's pretty warm and soft about it

at least to himself

when you ask him what's up he gets embarrassed and dodges an accusations that he's acting funny

He's actually pretty nervous and flustered about the whole thing

I actually think he confesses at the end of that day

He's walking you home and just outside your door he kind of just stops and stares

it's a mix of anxious and excited on his face, and he clearly has something he wants to say but he's trying to figure out how to say it

you ask him what's up and he just looks you straight in the eye and says 'I love you.' with no holding back. no restraint. he's the surest he's ever been about anything.

I think the thing that surprises him the most over all is how much he likes being in love

He's not sure if that's normal or if it's cause it's you

Anon

oh boy Anon

won't lie he's a little 'oh shit.' when he realizes

I think it takes him about a month

maybe just short of that

once he realizes he accepts it pretty quickly and starts making a plan of attack

he can't afford to screw this up, so he needs to play it out perfectly

(at least so he thinks, dork lol)

like how Anon approaches anything, it's time to do some hard research

More so than what he was already doing unconsciously (looking back, he's kind of mad at himself for not realizing he was going all doki eye'd sooner)

he's researching and planning for about a week and a half, until, finally-- he has the perfect plan

step one is to ask you out in a cute but casual way

very Meet Cute but without the meeting part since you two already know each other (so just cute???)

step two; gank you with the perfect date (which he planned out using his week of research)

If all goes well, he's going to end the evening by asking you if you wanna make this duo permanent

Scale

UGH

Scale

This fucking drama queen

this angst lord

this brood dude with an extra attitude

Scale realizes his feelings pretty quickly and he is in TURMOIL about it

lots of 'alas poor me, I could never tell them how I feel, I could never bring them into such a dangerous world as mine. no, I must walk this path alone'

and on god that shit goes on for like a month

until after a while he notices how well you are surviving just being his friend so he figures, what the hell, let the seduction begin!

(not to mention he was doing a shitty job at keeping away from you anyways and the thought of having to watch from the shadows as you have a passionate romance with someone else kind of pushed his hand more than he will ever admit)

as for how he'd confess--

I think he tries some very cool and daring things that ultimately end up failing

each time he is SURE he's go the perfect act of assassin radness that will practically have YOU confessing to HIM

but every time he gets too nervous and fucks it all up in the end

he is REALLY not used to being this flustered or nervous

after one too many failed attempts he starts getting really pouty

you ask him what's up and he flat out says 'I've been trying to confess my crush to you in a really cool way, but I keep messing everything up!' without realizing that that was basically a confession right there

it actually takes him a beat to realize what he's said

and then he goes into panic mode

'FORGET WHAT I SAID YOU HEARD NOTHING OKAY BYE!' smoke bomb, gone

he attempts to avoid you but is actually finding it really difficult since you always seem to be able to find him

he'd be more upset about it if this wasn't the exact kind of thing that made him fall for you in the first place

he gets a little swoony at the idea that he can never really hide from you is cause you know him so well

when you eventually do catch up with him you tell him that you like him too

which he gets SUUUUUPER flustered at cause 'Hey! I WANTED TO CONFESS FIRST!'

you laugh, calm him down, take back your confession and then let him confess (first)

and then you confess right back and all is well and you smooch your ninja boyfriend

#blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #Volks #Anon #Scale #bb volks #bb scale #bb anon #anon bb #volks bb #volks blush blush #blush blush volks #scale blush blush #scale bb #blush blush scale #anon blush blush #blush blush anon #bear answers #bear writes #bear text #bear's headcanons

[msfcatlover]

msfcatlover: @the-overanalyzer What do you want to know? I have /many/ thoughts for this, and I don’t really know which ones to start with.

the-overanalyzer: @msfcatlover Honestly all of it, this is *such* a neat idea.

All my thoughts? Okay, I’ll do my best.

First, sources. I think my love for the memory-sending version of the time travel fixit trope is blatantly obvious, and I read a lot of them. Then one day, just after I started really getting into Batfam stuff, I read this TMA fic called “Deja Vu” by CirrusGrey (fantastic writer, btw, everyone who likes TMA stuff should check out their fics,) which has all 4 members of the original archives crew getting sent back from their moment of death to just before the series started; the thing is, they all have different amounts of information, so they all have very different priorities. Like, Tim thinks the Unknowing is the biggest threat, so he buckles down trying to stop that, Sasha thinks she just had a weird dream because she died before they really knew anything about what was going on, etc. They might as well be coming from completely different futures, their concepts of reality are so different!

Which got me thinking: What if they were? What if you genuinely had a fixit in the memory time travel vein with multiple protagonists being sent back to before everything went awful, but every single one of them is from a different basically apocalyptic future, so they all have completely different priorities on what needs to be fixed? All tripping over eachother’s plans, not realizing they’re not alone… and at the same time, being so truly, completely alone, because they’re the sole survivors of their individual timelines, and no one really knows what they’ve gone through; even the people they love most and want to rely on are going to be dramatically different from any version of those people each of them ever knew.

And, um, the Batfam is kinda perfect for that setup, isn’t it? But, obviously, I can’t find that fic. It doesn’t seem to exist. (Although, if you like the concept of multiple characters trying to fix the same timeline, “Time to Protect You” is a really excellent read. Also, if you like Dick having a worse adoption addiction than Bruce does, read “Time to Protect You.” It’s fun.)

Ever since I had that thought, I have been brainstorming. This. Monster. Because, y’see, I have to at least rough-draft each of their future timelines to know what each of their priorities would be. So there’s like, five full fics worth of content in the backstory for this fic. (I have made myself cry doing this. More than once. Lotta… lotta funerals & heroic self-sacrifices while loved ones watch helplessly in these WIP notes. And one formal “identify the body” scene that is somehow worse than all of them.) And that’s before they all start meddling in the timeline!

But you asked this on the Damian post. So, everything about Damian?

…This is gonna get long.

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Damian is undergoing one of the most dramatic time shifts of all of them; he was in his late 20s when he got sent back. Since all 5 affected Robins are being sent back to the day Jason & Bruce were supposed to meet, that puts Damian somewhere between 4-6yrs old on arrival.

Another fic I really love from the TMA fandom (whose title I can heartbreakingly not remember right now) had Jon sent back to his first supernatural encounter, and one of the things that fic emphasized was this dichotomy between Jon’s decades of lived experience and the fact that he still has the body of a child. Which means he has the brain chemistry of a child. Which is going to impact his behavior.

So, in my story Damian’s not just a 28yr old stuck in a 5yr old body trying to get people to take him seriously, he is a 5yr old with 28yrs worth of memories, and that is a huge difference. (That’s not going to show much in this post, since I’m summarizing grand scale things with a few short scenes, and also Damian’s instincts are different from most 5yr olds thanks to, erm, everything. It would mostly be in the minutia of his behavior. But it is important to me.)

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Is the rest of the family worried about Damian? Yes, obviously, that’s their baby brother. But none of them can rescue him alone (most of them need to completely retrain their bodies, even before gaining allies & equipment,) and as depressing as it is, they all believe he should be relatively safe where he is until they can assemble what they need to go bring him home. After all, both Ra’s & Talia need Damian healthy & intact for their plans to go forward.

Damian on the other hand, is now stranded on the other side of the world from all of his most trusted allies (even if they don’t know him yet,) and trying to hide his sudden shift in personality & priorities while surrounded by people who are very invested in his personal development. Hell, even Damian’s workouts & warmup routines have changed since he was a kid; how is he supposed to explain where he learned Dick’s balance exercises or Tim’s post-computer hand/wrist stretches? And on the other hand, Damian’s not used to a body with these proportions; how is he supposed to do anything like this?

(Damian did come back at the tail end of a fever that left him bedridden for a long while, so at least he has a short-term solution for that last problem.)

And remember: none of them know the others came back. As far as Damian’s concerned, he’s on his own.

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What Damian does is steal tiny bits of equipment to dissect for parts, and recreates the sound-emitter from Jimmy Olsen’s watch. It’s a huge gamble, because Damian can’t test it. The sound should be outside of human hearing range, but if anyone hears/detects it before Damian’s ready to escape, he’ll be caught. Even if the emitter does work, Damian can’t risk calling Superman to Nanda Parbat; the League has measures against kryptonians (Superman’s timeline is somehow even messier than the Bats’ at this point, so I’m going with Clark & Kara both being fully established heroes already,) so if Superman did come to investigate, he could get hurt or captured, and if Clark gets away or stops to analyze where the sound is coming from then he might realize it’s just a test and assume it’s some sort of trap when Damian does set it off

Basically, Damian has one shot at this, and he just has to trust his own tinkering skills are good enough because a test-run could ruin everything.

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Damian’s future was an alien invasion that left the Earth like a wasteland, the remaining heroes leading the resistance. He had more relaxing nights then than he has now, constantly monitoring his own words & actions, surrounded by enemies, with no allies to fall back on, in a body that seems more weak & helpless than it ever has before.

(Part of me also thinks Damian might’ve lost a limb in that war? It’s tripping him out—possibly literally—to have it back, when it’s only been phantom pain for so long.)

So, y’know, it’s not just that Superman is the only hero Damian can call who will both probably hear him, get there in time to actually be backup, and won’t be immediately suspicious of Damian (probably.) It’s also that Damian needs access to interstellar resources if he’s ever going to stop that invasion, and even with nearly 2 decades to plan it, the better Damian’s starting point the faster he can do that. (It definitely has nothing at all to do with how much Damian’s missed Clark, Jon, Lois, the whole extended family… it’s been years since Damian’s spoken to any of them, even the survivors off fighting on other fronts. And there were not a lot of survivors; the enemy knew to target their most powerful warriors first.)

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People who say you can’t lie to kryptonians are idiots who don’t know them. Here’s the secret: have a good excuse for a raised breath/heart rate and make sure the emotions of your lie match what you’re actually feeling in that moment. A stutter, skip, or mild increase will be lost in the racing, and all your pheromones will agree with your words. Easy. (Cass could tell the difference, but she’s not here, is she? Damian has no idea where she is—but she’ll be fine. It took a crashing spaceship to kill Cassandra Wayne, and she survived just fine on her own before joining the family. Damian doesn’t need to worry. She’s fine. She’ll definitely be fine.)

Damian waits for the next time they move him, waits for the first big city, and makes a break for it. He slips through the guards’ fingers with skills they didn’t know he has, and proceeds to make one of the most illogical choices for a normal escape attempt: Damian heads for the tallest building he can get to the top of. As soon as he reaches the roof, even before picking the lock, Damian activates his emitter. He barricades the door behind him, and stands there, buffeted by wind, struggling to stay upright.

Damian can’t hear the emitter. Damian can’t hear his own voice when he raises it against the wind, yelling to Superman for help. Damian thinks he can hear his guards running up behind the door, but that’s impossible; it must be his own blood pounding in his ears.

The wind changes direction, and Superman is there.

Damian knows the picture he paints: a too-small child with too much scar tissue, eyes wide & wild, panting & terrified, still dirty from the run through the city below, clutching a device he shouldn’t have. (A stranger Superman has no reason to trust, even though Clark was always more credulous than any of the Bats. A boy wearing League garb under his clothes, even if Clark might not recognize it.)

(Damian doesn’t remember Clark ever being this big, but it is Clark, cracking through the Superman mask in confusion & concern.)

Damian’s never been one to leave things half-finished. “Please,” Damian begs, glancing back at the door behind him, “I’m running from the Shadows. They’re after me, they’ll be here any moment, they’ll kill me if they do! Please, help me!”

The door jumps in its frame. The barricade holds.

Clark opens his arms. “Of course, son. Where do you want to go?”

Damian leaps into Clark’s arms (and oh, oh, he has missed this. The soft strength & nearly overpowering warmth all kryptonians have. Arms that fold around Damian’s back like a shield—because they are, because Clark & Jon & Kara & Kon know their own strength and would rather risk being hurt themselves than let their charges be hurt. Being held by his uncle, who died over a decade ago and has never met Damian, but still holds on like Damian is something precious & important. Yes, Damian can admit he missed this.)

“Anywhere,” Damian whispers, wrapping his arms around his uncle’s neck. “Anywhere they can’t find me.”

(That last part is lost to the rush of speed, but Damian knows Clark heard it anyway.)

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Here’s what Damian is counting on: Clark Kent is not a stupid man, even if he can be swept away by his emotions. Superman does not often fight the League of Shadows and will not know where necessarily would be safe from them, so he will take Damian to a secret base. Superman would not expose another hero’s identity without asking first, so it will either be a Justice League base or somewhere safe for Clark. Damian is still dressed like an assassin under his travel clothes and is still very much armed, so hopefully Clark would not bring Damian anywhere Damian might pose a threat.

So, a Justice League base, the Fortress of Solitude, or (if Clark is critically underestimating Damian) the farm.

Damian knows he’s struck gold when temperature drops. The Fortress makes this so much easier than having to find some way to hide Damian’s connection to Batman from the entire Justice League, and Damian never wants to bring trouble to Ma Kent’s doorstep. Damian’s relief is genuine, and he doesn’t bother trying to hide it when Clark sets him down.

The next part is the tricky bit: Damian has to sell his cover. A League-trained child assassin defecting would not know much of the outside world, would not know what was expected of him. Damian knows all that from experience. After months of hiding in Nanda Parbat, it’s not hard to slip back into that mindset, those mannerisms. They’re almost comfortable; hopefully the cold & alien environment will cover for the rest. Damian drops to his knees as he would before any significant authority (his mother, his grandfather, his family when he needed them to understand his remorse was full-hearted & genuine,) and begins with, “Thank you. I owe you my life.”

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From there, Damian begins spinning the web that he hopes will save the world, rather than collapse & take Damian down with it. Truths & half-truths, genuine emotions, flickers of vulnerability, and a demeanor far too formal & professional to belong to anyone having a proper childhood. Fear of both the League & its enemies, any of whom would kill to have Damian back. Full, open acknowledgment of the suspicions Clark really ought to have, because the second Clark mentions the League to anyone who knows, Clark will receive the full run-down of how dangerous any League operative is.

(Damian insists on being locked up, telling Superman that his allies will only suspect Damian more—rightfully!—if he’s not. Clark is horrified by the idea of imprisoning a child who can’t be older than 6. They compromise with a guest room in the Fortress, the alien architecture as good as any lock any hero could cook up.)

(Damian insists on being disarmed, despite his own obvious discomfort with doing so. Clark tries to tell Damian that’s not necessary, and Damian points out how easy it would’ve been to slip a kryptonite blade into Superman’s chest from the second he let Damian into his arms. Clark looks a little green himself, and lets Damian finish.)

(Damian does not lie about lineage, at least not on his mother’s side. He does make it very clear he is not interested in meeting his father, confirms that his father is a very dangerous man, and heavily implies that his father’s displeasure with Damian’s upbringing might be dangerous to Damian himself. Damian also heavily implies his father knows of Damian’s existence and chose to be distant, drawing on the lingering, long-stifled bitterness of those early awkward days at the manor—wounds that don’t hurt anymore, not really, but that Damian can never forget—to really sell it.)

(Damian knows better than to try to convince anyone he’s had some sort of miraculous change of heart. No hero with experience with the League will see that as anything but a trap. Damian instead simply says he doesn’t like killing, expresses discomfort when pressed on his morals, and implies his escape has to do with a personal betrayal of some kind. Much easier to believe.)

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The most direct lie Damian tells is that he got the frequency from his grandfather’s notes on known kryptonian biology. Damian drowns that in his own self-chastisement, admitting the inability to test the device in any way that mattered and Damian’s lack of an exit if the plan went wrong. Damian calls himself reckless & stupid for not having a backup. Clark catches Damian’s eye, and tells Damian he’s wrong; that Damian’s not stupid, Damian’s very clever for putting that together.

“You did good, son,” Clark says, Superman gone and replaced with only the kindness & pain of a man with a heart too big for this world, and a father with a boy not that much younger than Damian. “You did the best you could with what you had, and what you pulled off was pretty amazing. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”

“…Oh,” Damian says. He blinks. He breathes. And for the first time since Dick died, Damian cries. For everything he’s done, and everything he’s lost. For the family he’ll never have, and the childhood he never did. For a world that will—hopefully—never be. No wailing, no screams. Just soft, hitching breaths and tears that don’t seem to stop.

Clark pulls him close, and Damian buries his face in his uncle’s chest. And cries.

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Damian knows the picture he paints:

Here is a boy, running for his life. A dangerous boy. A frightened boy. A boy who’s so alone, he has to rely on alien strangers for help. A boy desperate to be trusted, to not be seen as a threat. A boy who already knows there’s nowhere safe for him in the world.

An abused child will tug at any hero’s heartstrings. But Damian knows exactly which ones to pluck to stay safe under Clark Kent’s cape.

It’s intentional. It’s manipulative. It needs to be done. Damian has 17yrs to win trust, to build a network, to stop the invasion. The longer he can stay off the Bats’ radar, the better. He knows he has to play the long game.

(It doesn’t matter that it’s all true.)

#the-overanalyzer #damian wayne #damian al ghul #iwctw (time travel) #time travel fixit #batfam #batman #superman #superfam #superdad #my writing #mine #// #AND THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT SO FAR #As always #my main motive is making characters cry #...Meanwhile in Gotham! Dick is panicking. Jason's MIA. Tim's trying to join a cult. And Steph's PTSD is keeping her from talking to anyone.

[aliorsboxostuff]

i saw in your bio that you're genderfluid and i'm literally screaming i'm genderfluid too :)) is it ok if i request a tangerine x genderfluid reader fic? :3 i don't have any idea for the plot, maybe reader coming out to him? if that's ok with you, of course. much love <3

A/N: HI FELLOW GENDERFLUID!! I, too, am the fluid of genders. And yes absolutely! As for the fic itself, I'm taking a little bit of my own experience being genderfluid with my accepting friends so if this is too short I (sadly) have yet to find a man that accepts my fluidity :( BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THE WRITER enjoy this fluffy, soft fic anon! <3

At Your Pace

Tags: Tangerine x Genderfluid!reader, no masc/fem specified, no use of Y/n, fluff, no smut, soft!Tangerine, supportive!Tangerine, coming out, reassurance and acceptance, anxiety (Only a bit), no hurt all comfort, Tangerine might be a bit OOC sorry!

Three months and he still hasn't asked about your gender. You started to worry, because he either doesn't care or he’ll care too much and freak out when you finally tell him. Your brain leans to the latter possibility so you decide to confront him one fateful night. 

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Three months

9 weeks, 91 days, 2,184 hours since Tangerine and you became a couple.

Three months since you went on your first date with him—a trip to the aquarium where you beamed at every fish that swam past you, adoration in Tangerines eyes—and has since gone on various different dates and meet ups with him. 

Yes, you're aware of what he and his twin do for a living. No, you didn't get killed by his agency and swore to protect that information. Yes, you actually don't mind it since he's the most interesting thing that has happened in your otherwise boring life. And yes, you miss him a lot when he goes on missions, but despite it all, you await his return home for another week or two going to places with him by your side. 

Three months, and he doesn't ask what gender you identify as.

To put it simply, when you and Tangerine met, you instantly clocked the posh and pristine look and thought; "He's definitely gay." 

while on the other hand, taking account of your choice of clothing and makeup, it's not clear what you are. A damn fine human being for sure, but either you're in or out of the gender spectrum is questionable. Despite that though, Tangerine saunters over to you from across the park, to where you're sitting and reading your book, and introduces himself with the most charming smile. He only asked what you go by—pronouns and sexuality so he doesn't approach the wrong person—and went on with his conversation.

Since then, you've been spending most of your time stuck to his side, going on date number 60th and so on, sharing stories from missions or from your everyday life, and planning on far futures you dont think could happen, but can hope. 

He's always been supportive of your choices; encouraging you to wear pieces you know you'll look good in but anxious to wear, beaming at you when you go out with a new makeup look, and overall loving you without hesitation. 

You tried bringing it up once or twice, while watching a movie where one of the characters is either nonbinary or genderfluid, and has since learned that Tangerine is cisgender and gay. He asked you the same question, minus the gender, and that got your gears going because; who asks the "What sexuality and gender are you?" without the gender part?

Ever since then, you've just been slightly inching your way to find a perfect opportunity to tell him.

Tonight, is the night.

Four days into Tangerines week off and you and him are currently setting up a comfy night in. Blankets, pillows, and a movie already picked for the living room TV. You've currently cocooned inside one of the many blankets on the couch when you hear Tangerine walk into the room.

"Here we are," He sets down the bowl of snacks. "Room for one more?"

You chuckle and extend your arm, enough so Tangerine can slip next to you underneath the blankets. He starts to shuffle for the remote and you realize this would be the only chance to finally talk to him about it. No romantic settings, no days out, just a safe space between you two.

When he finally finds the remote, you also find your courage.

"Wait," Your hand stops on top of his. Tangerine turns towards you, bright blue eyes with curiosity in them. "I have something i wanna talk about,"

He nods, setting down the remote and fully bringing your hands into his. "Of course love," he answers slowly. 

Words jumble in your brain as you try to arrange them right, anxiety biting at your tongue. “Take your time,” Tangerine, ever so carefully, caresses circles in between your index and thumb. You inhale, then exhale a shaky breath before you have those stark eyes laced with worry.

“We've been dating for three months now, yes?” He nods, you slowly continue.

“You’ve told me about your work, and I've told you my secrets as well, but…” Your voice croaks. You half expected Tangerine to push on, but instead, he sits attentively, still holding your hands in his. There's really a reason why Tangerine would freak out—Or hell forbid, break up with you—So the growing sweat beneath your collar doesn't add up to Tangerine's patience. You gulp, finally continuing.

“There’s something you need to know,” You wait.

A beat, before he replies steadily, “Alright,”

“I’m gender fluid.” Your eyes snap to the blanket pooling at your waist. The silence was nauseating, nothing good could come out of a pause from such a heavy confession, and a late one at that. What were you thinking? You should've given him the chance at the first week, hell, the first day! It’s common courtesy nowadays, isn't it? Why did you wait for-

“Okay,” 

Your head jerks up. “Okay?”

“Yeah, okay, and?” 

Your moth mimics a fish, eyes blinking rapidly. Tangerine grins and tilts his head as if your answer confuses him instead of the other way around. “That's it? Okay?”

“Yeah, what else am I supposed to say?” He grins. “I thought you were going to say you’re a murderer or sumn’, now that would make m’jaw drop,”

“Huh?” You laugh in disbelief. 

“Well yeah, we only got one room for a killer in this relationship and I believe that’s been taken by me, love,” 

“Tangerine!” Your laughter grows, careening into his shoulder as he also chuckles. 

“What? I'm right, aren't I? I’m the assassin and you’re my dear to come home to,”

“Come on!” You giggle and punch his chest lightly. You’re startled when he grabs the hand that punched him, lacing his fingers between yours.

“I’m serious, angel,” You lift your head and could feel your breath stutter with the way his gaze bores into yours. “I feel honored to know you’re comfortable with me to tell me you’re fluid,” 

“I didn't want to pry while being so early together, I wanted you to share with me at your own pace,” He smiles. It shines rivals stars in the sky. “Thank you, dearest,” 

He brings your hand and presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You held your breath. “I thought… you’d wanted to know that earlier, I worried myself thinking I told you my gender too late,”

“Darling, I fell in love with you and your personality, believe it or not,” He smirks. “Definitely not with what you’re hiding under those baggy trousers-”

“Tangerine!” You fully crumble in a heap of laughter while Tangerine holds you to his chest, also giggling. These are definitely the reasons you fell for him—And to quote the man himself, ‘Definitely not with what he's packing’—The ability to reduce your anxiety and comfort you through it. 

“Thank you,” You reply, finally sober from your laugh. “For accepting me,”

“Of course, my love, every day,” Your smile broadens, and so do Tangerines. He slowly treads his finger behind your head, brushing at your hair and on your nape, and brings you close to press a kiss. You hum against his lips, relishing in the warmth of his hold, worry replaced by relief and your heart floods with love. 

My requests are open!

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you #tangerine x male reader #tangerine x m!reader #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x gender fluid reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #bullet train 2022 #bullet train x reader #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine fic #lio writes

[gloomysoup]

listen, love my job. working with littles is both amazing and exhausting but i wouldn't have it any other way. there's something very satisfying about the connections i've been able to make with them and the progress i've seen in the short time i've been at this childcare center. however, sometimes i think the lead teacher in my room should not be a teacher.

she's a nice person and all, good with the kids, but she doesn't seem... like she's fit for the job, is all. she's never in the classroom and often fails to communicate lesson plans or ideas, and hardly ever takes suggestions. this week we're doing butterflies with our littles and the other day, she straight up asked me if a caterpillar comes before a chrysalis. she was 100% serious. she had no clue. after i told her that yes, caterpillars come before the chrysalis, bc that's how life cycles work, i made a little joke about that being elementary school biology that she should know, being the lead teacher and all. she said she thought science was stupid. granted, it could have been a joke in response to my joke, and the other teacher's jokes that followed, but part of me doesn't think it was.

and then there's the cocomelon shit. let it be known that as a daycare teacher, and someone who has taken courses in early childhood development and psychology, i absolutely resent cocomelon. it is horrible for a child's developing brain. it's overstimulating in several aspects, and it doesn't actually teach anything. it is, subjectively speaking, one of the worst kids shows i've ever come across in terms of how it helps with development. i've read psychological studies and articles about the negative affects cocomelon can have.

and yet, this woman lets her own child watch it. she puts on cocomelon songs for the kids i work with all the time. she has praised cocomelon and talks often about how much her toddler loves it. i refuse to let anything cocomelon play while i'm in the classroom bc i cannot stand it. i've also stood my ground on this, explained my point of view to the other teachers. it has not been played while i'm present since, but i have walked into the room to certain songs playing before.

obviously, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and not every teacher is going to have the same views on early childhood education, but the things just keep piling up with her. and it's really starting to annoy me. she tries to act like she knows so much and does all these lesson plans, but not once has she clued me in on anything. not once has she asked my opinion or acknowledged my suggestions. maybe i'm just looking too far into things that aren't there, but i just don't believe she makes a very good lead teacher. all we seem to do is sit and watch the kids play while kidz bop or cocomelon plays on the ipad. and while that's great sometimes, it doesn't feel like a lot of learning is happening. and if i try to bring this up and offer suggestions, i simply get shut down. at this point, i'm not sure what i can do. i would take it to the director, but this teacher is the director's daughter in law and is often shown favoritism. she spends more time talking in the office than she does her own classroom. i also apparently dont have the qualifications to be considered a teacher, even though i have more than enough college credits, so there's nothing i can do on that end unless i wanna put myself back through school. which is not really in the cards for me right now either.

so basically, i'm stuck. and this sucks. and i've seriously thought about asking if i can be moved to the pre k room instead, but there's very specific reasons that i was placed as a closer in the classroom im in and i don't want those things to go back to how they were before.

#gloomysoup rambles #personal rant

[cha1cedony]

Okay fine I’ll do one of these (because I like to talk about myself hehehe). Thanks @roboobin for tagging me B)

A very long ‘get to know me’ post below…

Last song: Apparently it was ‘Two Time’ - Jack Stauber, according to Spotify? I’ve also been relistening to a few tracks from Falsettos all day, for some reason. ‘I’m Breaking Down’ got stuck in my head somehow. I’m not super big on musical theater, but I LOOOOVE Falsettos and especially Trina :) You can probably tell I have a certain type of favorite characters/media lol.

Favorite color: Light greyish blue (or white, grey, silver, orrrr light greyish green?)

Last movie: I actually have no idea. Maybe Nimona with my IRLs a few months ago? I almost NEVER watch movies in full because I get bored of them easily. Sorry I know that’s so lame lololol

Currently watching: A commentary YouTube video to use as background noise while I do my writing assignments lol. Like I said, I don’t really watch a lot of movies or TV :/

Currently reading: Nothing, unfortunately! I haven’t read any books/stories in an embarrassingly long time :( I am so ridiculously busy and haven’t had the time/motivation to read and get invested in new characters. I have a bunch of series I want to reread for nostalgia purposes, though. I’m also strangely tempted to read the Animorphs series? LOL. I looked it up on AO3 for the first time a few months ago while in the kids’ section of the library with my IRLS and we were assessing the popularity of kids’ books based on the amount of AO3/Wattpad fics (btw, there are a shockingly low amount of Geronimo Stilton fics in the world). I wasn’t expecting there to be an Animorphs fandom, but there IS? And the fics are really GOOD even though I don’t know the source material? Anyway. Tempted to read it because I like putting teens in situations /lh. Also I want to read more short stories! Send me recommendations, if you have any.

Last thing I googled: This is so embarrassing. ‘Bathroom cruising’ LMAOOOO. I was just writing a funny bit, but I wanted to make sure it was accurate, okay? T_T Other recent searches include my voice lesson Lieder, various areas I’ve felt pain recently (because I’m a hypochondriac /lh), and a vlog I had to watch for my job… I was writing an article about it.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory. Every time. I love savory foods, and they’re basically the only types of food I ever crave. Then I would go with spicy, but only if it’s spicy in a flavorful way (and not just a painful way). I don’t like sweet foods except for chocolate—and, even then, I am infamous among my friends and acquaintances for only liking SUPER dark chocolate… like 70% cocoa or more. I would say my favorite flavor profile is bitter! :)

Current obsession: I think y’all already know :^) I am incapable of having more than one strong interest at once, soooo DnDads has quite literally been occupying my brain since liiiike October 2022… almost a year ago now! o_o Holy shit. I’ve been really busy with work and school in the past month or so, so I haven’t done basically anything else in my free time. I’d like to start cross stitching again because I have some projects to finish, and I got some of my late grandmother’s jewelry-making supplies recently, so I’ll toy around with that, too.

Currently working on: Like, right this second? Discussion post replies for my Writing in Digital Environments course :p In general? As far as hobbies go, the beginnings of my next longfic chapter! As far as work goes, I’m working on article about a mural. I have to drive like 30 mins to get a features image for it tomorrow ugh. At least I get to kill time on the clock :’)

I don’t want to tag anyone in particular, but, obviously, if you want to do this, you can just say I tagged you. Shhh I won’t tell ;) hehehe

#chalcy stuff #if you read all this you get.. uhh idk #a high five #🖐️ #tag game

[rontra]

this ask/reply is long so im just putting it together as a textpost help me shark if you're out there

Anonymous asked: hi ok im super super sorry if this is bothering you but ive been meaning to ask it for like 6 months or something . i was introduced to your work via skin game and my brain latched to it ever since i read it. me and some other friends really enjoyed the fic even if it was a short read and i was wondering if youre comfortable sharing chapter 2 either publicly or privately? again im ultra mega sorry if this comes off as creepy or weird or something ive been stressing over it for liek 3 days since i didnt want to bother you :(

either way, love your work so much. your fanart introduced me to both arknights and rwby (though a friend kind of pushed me to actually start watching it lol) and theyre both really great series :) your work is a huge inspiration for me and my friend group and your writing is just insane /pos

(3rd paragraph omitted bc i cant priv reply and im excluding your offsite info even if its under a readme HFDBHJF)

hi shark!! ofc i remember you we are like soldiers side by side in the trenches of takano posting 🫡

so first of all thank you so much for following and enjoying my work 🥰 i'm always happy to help drag people into the arknights/rwby zone HEHEHE i'm glad you enjoy what i make!!! it means a lot to me 😊 thank you!!!

now. THE THING ABOUT skin game ch2. is that it's pretty rough. i had a look at it the last time something prompted me to think about the fic and it's not really presentable (i don't know if i even finished editing it back in ….. 6 years ago… oh god). it also doesn't have all of its art (which might be a blessing in disguise given the art it does have is …. 6 years old… oh god)

getting it to a state i consider readable would take a good chunk of work, which is why i put it off again after looking at it. it's almost 12 thousand words of … uhhh… shall we say… unnnnpolished material. i think i couldn't even share it privately because i would be embarrassed to show someone something so unfinished and janky. not to mention not having all of its art finished. so i got kind of stuck last time and just put it off again bc the amount of work it very obviously needed was like. "Christ OK Not Now" yknow…

it does bolster the spirit when i remember you and your friends. it means a lot to me that you care about it even after so long!!! i just have NO idea when i'm going to get around to editing something of that magnitude @_@ i was really a dummy about chapter lengths back then… HFDBHJGJMK

it's really kind of a shame too becahse chapter 1 and 2 together are sort of the introductory portion for our 2 primary characters. so it feels like only half of the intro is done right now. since ch1 detailed how kyrie ended up at that plaza meeting takano, ch2 would detail how takano ended up there, meeting kyrie. and then we would proceed into the future from there. as a renowned Takano Guy, obviously i was very interested in this, but for various reasons i never finished polishing it and drawing the art…

ch2 also features ikuko so you KNOW its dear to me

overall being like 5-6 yrs old theres a disconnect where i don't feel like ch2 right now is achieving what it should, and i see a lot of concrete problems with concrete solutions, but it's an editing of such Magnitude that it keeps being pushed back in favor of other stuff. oh, ephemeral soul…

some of the art i did get done for it is pretty cute though, like these baby miyos;

so that's pretty good, but i didnt FINISH drawing the art, ARGHH

it is really hard to say. bc when i KNOW there's people out there who remember it and care about it, that does motivate me to return to it. but it has a lot of stuff that needs doing, and is a very old project, so it's unclear to me right now when it would receive the attention it desperately needs before it can be shown to other people... i super can't in clear conscience accept anything like payment/etc for that kind of vague half-promise either, although i appreciate the thought xD

i'm sorry it's such an inconclusive answer, but i am sort of an inconclusive guy when it comes to projects... i jump around a lot as i'm sure you've observed in your time following me 😭 it's important to me to have that freedom, but i do care about SG too, so we just sort of have to see if i can surmount the magnitude of the work i accidentally set up for myself half a decade ago (*turning into stone*)

but it makes me smile when i remember you're out there thinking about this weird little AU. so, thanks. 😌 a soul still burns...

.

and then after all that CH3 was going to have more of best girl 🥺.....

WARGH <- BEARER OF THE CURSE

[thebrotherhoodofthetravelingfez]

This whole Florence+Harry+Olivia thing has me so confused, but also thinking a lot about what our beloved artist have to go through in the industry, this be music or filming.

I mean, let's start with Flo, she's short, pretty, bubbly, possible one the fun people I've get to watch during my years of over obsessing with art, giving me the same Winona Ryder vibe, yet she's constantly criticized about her looks, her body, romantic choices, filming choices, and even what she eats, things that shouldn't matter to anyone else but her, and we should be just lucky to admire such a beautiful human.

Recently, she's been in the public eye for being in a movie with a woman that doesn't know limits to get her fame. Maybe, and this is only me making assumptions, but she thought it will be just like an other gig, another leading role that will add at her resume, possible something similar to Midsommar, yet she found herself with a person that's capable to lie her teeths out to get fame, acting as her friend, acting like she's on her side, taking out the feminist card that Olivia enjoy to play so much, and for following Florence in Instagram I can tell she at least pro women freedom, her hearts is in the right fights, possibly Olivia tried to connected with her in that level, and possibly she also end up finding out about those lies during the filming, and I don't want to get all feminist here, but we know that men can't fucking tell or see shit about other women and men, or if they do it's too fucking late.

Taking me to Harry. The guy that maybe find out too late about the lies, not only Olivia feed them, but also Jeff's with the PR, yes I do believe it's a PR and not because I believe in Larry with all my heart, but because it's so stuck in my brain that once Harry said something in the line of that if we see him it's work (don't come at me, my memory is horrible, I'm anxious) so therefore every time I see him, my brain immediately thinks, oh he's working, and should be that way, his private life it's his, and his only, none of us has anything to opinion about it, and it's especially because of the industry. How fucked-up his life in the public eye as been since the very begging, little often people discuss how the industry do bad to pretty boys too, always making assumptions about his dating life, making him feel less and uncomfortable most times, and he's anxious, and as an anxious human being I understand how much of pushovers we could get, "do this" and it's an instant okay just to please, however, right after or hours later, when we have time to process what people have makes us do, the guilt rise up and you end up, eating yourself up for it, therefore, he finds himself in situation he doesn't want to be, and throughout this months we have seen is miserable face in the pictures, completely the opposite of his face while he's doing what he loves, being on stage.

I also believed, Flo and Harry doesn't get along, maybe and I'm here again with my personal assumptions as an anxious, he stays behind, not getting himself involved in the whole drama Olivia herself unleashed.

Now, I'm moving to Olivia. I don't have much to say about her, than she's fishy. And seems lying during her interviews, it's a feeling in my guts, and always seems like she's trying to look cool, or smart, she makes too much of an effort, and even if there's nothing wrong with that, I've seen myself on that position too, she takes everything to a limit. I haven't seen the movie yet, because I do not support the direct of it, I've choked myself with many, many, many spoilers, and before watching it I feel is like a bad trying of "The Village" from M. Night Shyamalan, again this is only from watching spoilers.

And I keep thinking about Sophia Coppola, how amazing of a direct she is and is not near to be as promote as Olivia, just because she had Harry Styles on her movie, and I don't want to be an asshole but she isn't a good direct, the angles, I can't feel the emotions passing through the screen, I get it with Flo, but because she's a professional actress, but when it comes to direct a singer that's exploring acting, she is quite bad at it. Herself said if a movie is bad it's the direct's fault.

She simply doesn't know how to stop lying just to seem innocent, when she's clearly not, she let her romantic drama and show to get in the middle, in an attempt to draw attention to save a movie that will long forget because is not that good. Mostly because she focus everything in Alice sexual desire, making it about Harry/Jack going down and fucking Florence/Alice, like is the new big thing, and let's be honest, it isn't. That has been exploited for years in the industry, but because she sees herself as this big ass feminist, "breaking boundaries", yet not seeing that she put Florence's right back at being a sexual object and only being a leading lady for her sexual impulses.

Olivia Wilder is everything that's wrong in this industry, using artist like pawns for her own fame, using Harry's fame for her own benefits, using Shia for her own benefits, and using lovely and nice Florence for her own fucking benefits.

Ps. I speak and write Spanish on my daily basis, mother language. Therefore, sorry for errors, mistakes, misspellings or horrific tenses ✌🏻

Thanks for reading.

Hope your having a wonderful day.

Bye.

#florence pugh #harry styles #olivia wilde #holivia #larry stylison #dont worry darling #fine line #harrys house #black widow

[nerd-chocolate]

So I made more headcanons about Ms.Mendeleiev’s class + The Austins ( @artzychic27 ocs) and these are sloppy since I’m running out of ideas. These are probably going to be the last ones for awhile because my creative brain is tired so enjoy. Also some of these headcanons are ones I projections on to these characters. So have good day or night everyone seeing this post.

Mireille’s mom is a nurse who usually works very late but still tries to make room to spend time with Mireille and Théo.

Reshma has a lot of Sailor Moon merchandise, especially ones that have Sailor Mercury and Sailor Venus in it (Her favorite characters).

Simon is not that much of a fan of rock climbing because this one time he got into a tangled mess with the cord while trying to get down and was stuck for one hour while being upside down. He still tries it but is much more hesitant.

Denise is that one mom friend that can sense that you didn’t eat yet and will feed you whenever you can. And they force you to eat if you try to refuse.

Austin B rages quit whenever he loses at any video games especially at cuphead. He got akumatized because of it.

Austin T lets his friends pet his hair because of how soft it is, especially Jean.

Cosette almost drowned at the pool once when she was like seven or eight years old since their siblings weren’t watching them when they were supposed to. Cosette tells their friends this story a lot and they’re like “HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE?!” and Cosette just smiles and walks away never telling them how they survive.

Austin A, Mireille, Cosette, and Austin B would be in a cheering leading team if given the chance. And Austin A would be the bitchy team captain that no one likes has to follow his orders.

I don’t think Cosette can’t hate her siblings truly even if they been terrible to them. Cosette just wants them to treat her fairly and give her some respect.

Austin Q never likes André or his true love ice cream junk and gets pretty annoyed whenever André tries to preach it as being true. He just got tired of André for a long time (especially when Andre gave him a vanilla ice cream meaning he was never going to find love in André’s eyes).

Ismael has black mail of all his enemies including the akuma class. He is a short menace. What do you expect?

Marc, Denise, and Lacey workout with each other sometimes and even have Nora as their instructor.

Cosette used to think Nathaniel’s hair was dyed (Even if they had dyed their hair multiple times) because they had never seen a redhead with that type of color other than Ariel from the little mermaid.

Zoé has strawberry blonde since Mr.Lee has red hair and Audrey is blond. Audrey bleaches Zoé’s hair more blond so she looks more beautiful but gets her regular hair color after meeting the class.

Simon will always send his friends the most curse videos in the world just to see their reactions.

Mireille’s favorite anime is Ouran highschool host club and she had a crush on all the host members when she was a kid.

When Cosette first moved to Paris, she met Aurore and Mireille first when they were at the park and noticed Cosette. They got along pretty well and even exchanged phone numbers. (This is before the school year started for miraculous aka the origins episode just want to clarify)

Aurore is part of the journalism club at school since she wants to be a news anchor someday.

Marc changed school before the events of miraculous happened and had a different look before his canon one because of Lucien. But he grew to be more confident again and getting his old style back, thanks to his friends and his family. (This is one year before the miraculous events started)

Mireille iconically loves romcom movies and her favorite movie is She’s All That (because it is my favorite romcom movie).

The class doesn’t find out that Cosette has white streaks in their hair until a few months later and they encourage them to wear it like that for now on.

Both Reshma, Mireille, and Zoé have a lot of unique earrings and necklaces and they all switch most of the time.

Zoé convinced Reshma to dye her hair light pink but it sort of went wrong and Reshma had light pink hair for a week, but Reshma didn’t mind.

Austin A and Cosette have rivalry when it comes to makeup. Even this one time Austin A stole some of her makeup and she ended up scaring him to death because of it.

Austin T gets embarrassed a lot by his parents especially when he brings Jean to his house. His parents just thanked Jean for showing Austin T the light and stuff like that while Austin T is covering his face with his hoodie paws and Jean just found them pretty funny when they did that.

Austin Q loves sharks so much because his parents are marine biologists and they showed him one time when he was a little kid.

Reshma gets pretty sassy when she and Ismael are teaming up with each other or she sees terrible fashion trends/choices.

When Cosette loses or can’t find its beanie, it wears a boater instead. (Sorry I’m running out of ideas at this point)

Zoé says the most random shit in English and no one understands her most of the time.

Ismael can play the ukulele.

And last but not least…

The class + The Austins are tiring of the adrienette drama. Half of them are working on getting these two together already so they can be done with it while the other half wants to see how it ends and see the half react to it.

#miraculous ladybug #marc anciel #miraculous ocs #miraculous #ocs headcanons #aurore beaureal #zoé lee #jean duparc #mireille caquet #ms. mendeleiev #ocs #I’m sorry these are terrible #the austins