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[mxcurryy]

As a person who's living in south eat asia, i didnt get to rlly finish miraculous, but after watching S5 of Miraculous Ladybug on youtube, i was stunned.

so my 1st hear me out is felix. Like felix? Hello? Bro went from cruel af to hot af. Like he gives 'you touch her you die' vibes. The way he talk to Kagami??? He actually watched her, spied on her, and his priority is to protect her?? Like ik that cat noir was also extra fine when he got mad at kim for bullying marinette in the past but felix? Next tier. And ngl, he actually changed. Ik he was the reason marinette lost the miraculous but he did it mostly to free himself and adrien and the ones that are like them; kagami. Also he said it himself, all he did was for adrien. So yes, a HUGE raise to felix.

And since the animators probably got paid more and actually locked in on continuing the story with huge character developments and twists, Luka deserves a raise too. He's literally a personal therapist for every single person and smashed his own beloved guitar to not reveal ladybug's and cat noir's identity. Even tho he's in love with marinette and knows she loves adrien (who's literally cat noir and he knows as well) he still accepted everything and even supported her. Luka - in my opinion - loves her more. And he literally is the type of person everyone would want in their lives.

last but not least, cat noir. Like ngl, he's just there. Ok? Like bro, the way he loses control and gets so mad and so determined to literally kill kim because of marinette. And the way he carries ladybug and marinette is just fine. I dont think i need get into the details of his physique sooo yeahh :))

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Secrets we share

The AC rambled on and on as you just sat there, admiring your boyfriend — how he manages to act so… pleasant when you, his girlfriend, were sitting right behind his livestream where around 2 million fans were checking on him.

You gazed at him with droopy eyes. Anyone else would think he’s insane for starting a live at midnight, and yet he still did. All the time.

Because that’s what makes him special, and significantly yours.

That’s what makes him Jungkook.

A short tap was heard, and then all you saw was him stretching and yawning.

“Done already?” you asked, slowly patting your way over to him.

“Yeah… it was like… 3 hrs?” he chuckled. “No suspicions or nothing, you won’t have to worry,” he mumbled, bringing you in by the waist.

You nuzzled into him as his scent filled your nostrils. These are the secrets you share. The secrets that will somehow be revealed one day and will cause an internet bomb. But right now, it feels… safe.

“I’m sleepy,” you said softly, letting yourself lean on him slowly.

He nodded as he stood up, hushing you to the bedroom. The covers of the bed already messy from your evening nap with him. You immediately snuggled into the blankets as your eyelids threatened to shut. He snuggled right behind you, his hands dropped lazily over your waist.

“Remember how hyung chose me as the one who’ll get married first?” he suddenly asked softly, face flushed into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, you don’t think that’s true?” you questioned him back.

“No, just saying that they’re right, and I’ve probably made the right decision in believing so.” He replied, voice filled with nothing but love and honesty.

And to make a fair judgment… that’s how you fell for him.

He was already an idol, and you were just a fan. A childhood friend. A person who used to play on slides with him. A person who used to dig sand all the way to the other end of the world with him.

You two didn’t reunite until you bumped into him in Busan, where he was visiting his hometown. He was fabric all overas you were all pajamas and droopy eyelids all over. You had already moved to Seoul, just passing through Busan for your holiday. So when you lined up in front of him after going for some banana milk shopping, he reached out to you immediately.

“Excuse me,” he asked softly. “May I ask what aisle that is at?” He pointed towards your hand which was holding 2 bottles of banana milk.

“Oh, this is the last 2 — but here. You can get 1, it’s fine.” You smiled at him.

He looked surprised — that you just talked without even noticing he’s an idol. Well, if you were awake enough, you would. But again, he was all fabric, and you were all pajamas and droopy eyelids.

You handed the milk to him, eyes landing straight on his hand tattoo.

Your eyes widened immediately as you turned straight forward, not wanting to make his presence more obvious. He too, was surprised by how fast you processed your actions just seeing a glimpse of his hand. He never saw any fan or anyone act like this before — it’s either they ask for a photo, an autograph, or just start gawking at him.

But like in any K-drama, he thought you were different.

And the only different person he wants to know about… is you. Then it’s the time where his eyes opened wider.

He remembered.

He recognized his childhood playmate — his neighbor next door who wouldn’t stop blabbing nonsense all the time.

So from that day on, he visited more often. Bumped into you more often than just coincidence. And fell for you more than just accidentally.

And you? Oh, you loved the boy since childhood.

Then, by the time of 2 years, you were dating each other. You got introduced formally to his members, and he got kept in your heart forever. The process has been hanging for 5 years now, and no one knew. Well — not yet is the exact answer. But obviously, who’s gonna be there to split you apart if you learned to shut up about it way too fast?

Back in bed, the morning had risen over, peeking through your curtains. You woke up to an empty bed — but also to the smell of freshly made pancakes.

Your body rose up immediately, and within 5 minutes, you were joining him at the kitchen.

“Can’t still believe this…” you mumbled.

“Believe what?” he asked, looking slightly a little too worried.

“Us…” you continued, eyes finding his. “Feels so unreal, you know? Like somehow we made it happen. And most of all, I’m glad we managed.” You smiled at him.

He rose to you to press a kiss on your temple.

“It’s just secrets we share, hm?”

he said, looking at you lovingly.

“YN! Make-up hour!”

Your boss really did a good job of cutting you from your fantasy hours. You padded your way over to Jungkook, picking up a brush to start your job.

“Hi baby,” he mumbled in your ear.

You hummed in response.

Well, yes, you two weren’t there yet.

But as his childhood best friend who bumped into him again at the grocery store… it’s a little secret that you share.

And for you right now — it’s enough.

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[mxcurryy]

Summer Stay

Brother's best friend x Yn

h/n = His name b/n = Brother's name Mrs (...) = His mother's name Y/n = Your name

The school year came and went, and summer was just on the edge. Inching closer day by day.

To be honest, no plans were actually made. Despite that extra learning and sports would be necessary, you really had nothing too exciting to look forward to.

Until… "Sweetheart?"

“Your dad and I will be going to Shanghai tomorrow for a business trip. It’ll be one week, and Mrs. (…) has invited you over to her house for the week. Great fun!”

You froze.

“You mean B/N’s best friend?” you questioned.

“Yes, it’ll be cool. It isn’t the first time anyway. That’s like your second home already,” Mom replied.

You agree that it’s cool. You basically grew up with boys surrounding you—not your age, but your brother’s friends. You were a part of them. Taking part in anything they do and being more “well-treated” than the rest. So now that you’ve grown up and those bonds were never broken, you felt at ease knowing that fun awaits you.

So you started packing. Picking out your most well-looked pyjamas and best fitting clothes. With your skincare bagged and your backpack packed with stuff. You were ready.

The first day at H/N’s was absolute chaos. With more of his friends (well, also yours) coming over, playing a proper game of Mario Bros without getting sore throats and teary eyes was impossible.

Swears, screams—it was all there. And you’re sitting here, not even able to hold the controller properly because your brother just accidentally picked up H/N’s character instead of the Goomba and threw it into lava.

“YOU SON OF A BCH! THAT WAS MY LAST FKING LIFE!!!” H/N screamed.

“SORRY, SORRY, ACCIDENT!” your brother yelled with tears in his eyes.

The chaos stretched until it was dinner.

“What we eating?” H/N asked.

“MCDONALD’S!” one said.

“NO, POPEYES!” another suggested.

“THAT’S LAME, GET BURGER KING.”

“EWW….”

“OKAY, NOW SHUT UP! Y/N, what do you want?” H/N turned to you.

“Huh? Uh… don’t chop my head off but Sukiya doesn’t seem bad?” you hesitantly suggested.

“Oh, good one.”

“Yeah, let’s go for that.���

“I’m in.”

And that’s how gobbling up the entire order of Japanese Beef Bowls became a competition. With boys choking, spitting rice out of their mouths, to crying because of the diabolical way of competing who should clean up the mess.

In the midst of it all… you. Sitting in a judgmental manner, you sighed.

“Shut up and stop. I’m 2 years younger than everyone here and by far the most sensible one. I’ll clean up, so stop chucking beef down your throats and get a bigger mess.”

The boys gawked at you. Surprised.

“Savior.” They shouted, beaming at you.

Each and every one of them quickly swallowed their bowls before planning another silly-ass game to play. A word to describe them? Toddlers.

Their games only ended at 11 p.m., and your cleaning only stopped at 10:30. You were tired and excused yourself for a late night bath.

You soaked yourself in the bathtub, warm water enveloping your skin. Clearing away your tired hands.

“Y/N! It’s 11:45, get out—you’re getting sick.” H/N called.

A groan left your mouth as you stood to leave the tub. Washing yourself one last time before hopping into your pyjamas and opening the door—only to find a shirtless H/N.

“Get to bed,” he yawned, “I need to use the washroom.”

You blinked once. Then twice. Then all over again.

I’m sorry, but SHIRTLESS?

You grew up with the guys. And you’ve seen the guys in multiple outfits: sportswear, hoodies, suits, swimsuits, pjs…

But NEVER shirtless. They even had enough respect to pop a shirt on in the pool when you were there.

Absolutely not the same.

“Wipe that look off your face,” H/N mumbled, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand as he shuffled past you.

“I wasn’t looking,” you muttered back, a little too quick.

He paused in the doorway of the bathroom and turned slightly. “You were.”

“I really wasn’t.”

His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “Okay, sure. Dream about it then.”

You grabbed the nearest towel and chucked it at him. “Shut up.”

Later that night, even though summer burned your skin off when outside—it still surprisingly rained. Hard. And that sudden change of weather probably got you since the AC in the living room was shooting its winds directly at your face, and then the rain just brought extra chills. Great.

Now it’s cold.

You pulled the covers over your head.

Suffocating.

You turned the other direction.

Uncomfortable.

You turned off the AC.

Hot.

You groaned.

No change.

The time?

2:47 a.m.

Are you asleep?

Nope. Not even close.

Your foot carried you to the bathroom for a quick cold-water face splash. You didn’t want to wake anyone up so you simply curled on the couch again. AC now back on. And your body now turned into a soggy, sad croissant.

“Y/N?” a raspy voice called.

Shit. Someone got woken up…

“Oh damn, it’s cold here,” he mumbled, “you were shuffling so much the earth heard you,” H/N said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Okay, now get up because holy shit it’s cold out here. My room it is.” he declared.

“No! I’m not going to your dumpster.”

“Not with me, shortass, we’re swapping. C’mon…” he voiced.

Oh. You hoped otherwise. You knew that. The only reason you’re denying is to provoke him. And seems like you’re the only one awake enough to read the room at this point.

You sighed dramatically, dragging your feet behind him as he opened the door to his room.

“I swear,” you mumbled, “if I find one sock out of place or a spider colony in there—”

“You’ll live. Now sleep,” he grunted, shoving his pillow to the cooler side of the bed and motioning for you to get in.

You paused by the doorway, eyeing him. “This feels illegal.”

He smirked. “Sleeping in a bed?”

“Your bed,” you corrected.

“And yet here you are.”

You glared, but your body gave in first. The bed was warm—lived-in, slightly messy, smelled like shampoo and something distinctly him. The sheets were cool from the AC.

He stood at the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at your obviously miserable state.

”…Just sleep, yeah?”

You pulled the blanket to your chin, voice quieter. “Thanks.”

“I’m setting the AC warmer,” he muttered, already fiddling with the remote. “You’re gonna get pneumonia or something.”

“Mom energy,” you teased under your breath.

“Shut up and sleep,” he fired back, flicking the lights off. “Don’t die in my bed. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You giggled as your eyelids gave out.

It was dawn when you rose. Eyes settling on a body next to you. A body.

Wait, wait, body?

Who, what and—WHEN?

Oh no no no no no—you’re not on the couch. No one is. Now you remember everything last night (more like 3 hours ago).

YOU DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE HE WAS SHIRTLESS WHEN HE DRAGGED YOU TO HIS ROOM.

AND WHY THE HELL IS HE HERE!?

His eyes closed, arm muscles flexing, one hand dropped over your waist.

Your brain completely shut down for three seconds. Then restarted in chaos mode.

This is illegal. THIS IS SO ILLEGAL.

What do I do???

Do you:

A) Scream and throw yourself out the window?

B) Try to sneak out like a ninja and hope he doesn’t remember?

C) Stay completely still and pretend you’re still asleep if he wakes up?

…Yeah. Option C it is.

You inhaled quietly and closed your eyes.

Then—he shifted.

His hand moved. His arm curled in slightly, tugging the blanket up a bit more around you before he mumbled, half-asleep—

“Stop thinking so loud…”

“Get off me!”

“Cold.” he muttered.

“Why are you even here!?”

“Cold.”

“We swapped!”

“You didn’t really think I didn’t know, right?” He sounded fully awake now, his eyes opening.

“Know what?”

“Your so-called intrusive thoughts?” He also sat up now.

“That is…?”

“You denied to make me sleep with you. You wanted this even if it’s wrong.”

Ok f**k.

It was getting stabbed in the heart. Yes you wanted it, but you had no interest… okay okay, you did have a crush on him…

FINE. A HUGE CRUSH ON HIM.

And he knew? Since when?

“Ahahahahahaha!” You fake laughed before deadpanning, “Funny.”

“Deny it all you want. I knew it since forever.” He said casually, flopping back down on the bed.

“I—you WHAT?” Your sarcasm shield broke. Since forever? How?

He scoffs. “I liked you first. Idiot.”

You froze.

No, no no no—this wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. There’s no way he just said—

“Heard me. And since you obviously weren’t gonna confess, I let myself stay. Not my fault you didn’t kick me out.”

“Kick you out? I thought we swapped!”

“I did,” he shrugged, eyes closing again. “For a bit. Then I went to check if you were alive. And to be honest, it was kinda nice.”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?”

“You’re warm, okay?” He muttered into the pillow, ears turning pink. “And you smelled nice… so I didn’t wanna move.”

You sat there, blanket hugged to your chest. Trying to process everything that was exchanged.

You blinked a full three times before standing up.

“Okay. This has not happened. Not real. I’m leaving.” You protested, but then a hand grabbed you back down.

“Shut up, shortass. It’s early.”

He hugged you close, your back pressed to his chest. You were wide awake (keyword: were) but now your eyelids dropped slowly.

And weirdly enough…

You didn’t move away.

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“Sorry, cover!” The little libero called,

“Alright!” He called back.

With one swift motion, the boy (more like your boy) glided towards the ball. His dark ocean eyes scanning its every motion before raising the hands of his own. The ball moved in a perfect curve, straight to the spiker which hit it with ease. 

Kageyama Tobio really is your boy. 

You stood up in excitement, cheeks flushed, it was just a few minutes when you came and what you saw gauged your mouth open. Cheers escaping from it. 

You won your game, and the decision to pull back and look at his game was a good decision. It’s not like you like him, no. You loved him.

Really, it’s been years. Years since you saw each other at Kitagawa Daiichi. Now it’s already your third year at Shiratorizawa High School. Same for him at Karasuno. 

You’ve been watching his games from afar for 3 years since the 2 of you lost contact. 

But back to when you haven’t, it was as though you two were life long best friends since the ice age. Always together, always happy, that was until his grandpa died.

He changed completely, his eyes darkened, he grew his bangs and all you saw was irritation in him. You helped him, supported him in everyday you could but… all he did was push you away...

Then by the end of middle school, the two of you parted ways, with nothing but bitter goodbyes.

But he changed. A lot. Since you started getting interested in his games, you watched them. He was smiling. Really smiling. After all those time at Kitagawa Daiichi, you saw him smile. But it still stung when you knew it wasn’t because of you that he smiled. 

And it isn’t his fault he doesn’t know you loved him since the beginning.

You fell for him the moment he shared that smile of his. And seeing him dump the last point of the match with such confidence made you bolt. This is it. Im not shying away. Not this time.

You leaped out of your seat, dashing down to catch a glimpse of him up close. Gosh, he’s beautiful. 

“Tobio!” You yelled, hands waving as the black headed boy turned around questioning where the call came from. “Tobio!” You called again, this time his eyes immediately met yours.

You smiled jogging up to him. But he was faster. 

The moment he saw you play in the prefectures, he knew it was you. Your style was different, smooth, calm, elegant. He thought you’d forget everything that the 2 of you shared. But you didn’t. 

So when he saw those brown eyes of yours and that sweet voice of yours, he ran. Ran like he never did and obviously, with everything forgotten but you, he hugged you. Tight. As if he loosened up, you’ll slip from him for another 3 years.

For the first time in ages, you met a familiar scent... a scent that you love so much. His.

It wasnt a surprise when he hugged you like that, to be honest you were glad he did. You were afraid he would be uncomfortable or distant even. But no, he hugged you. And you hugged him back. 

"T-tobio... can't breathe...." you finally choked, “Yn,” he spoke after finally squeezing the last bits of air out of you, "I've missed you.... how's everything?" He finally asked after a long moment of hesitation.

"Its been long, i know, but... its good i get to see you again!" You gleamed as you smiled brightly, "you grew!" You beamed, pointing at "your" boy's head.

He giggles shyly, facing away "y-yeah, but u did too. I guess we both did change..."

He finally looked back at you, eyes now fixed on yours.

And for that one moment, the world around you faded, as if he knew you loved him all along. His eyes say it, but his mouth doesn't. Either way, the silence that was engulfing the two of you never felt uncomfortable. 

Then the two of you just stood there, staring straight through each other, savoring every moment you've lost together.

"Win the next round for me and advance to the nationals with me will you?" He finally spoke.

"You bet..."

Then he left with a smirk... and you didnt say it... not even close. Great. 3 years squeezing into 1 tight hug and a few lines.

At least it was something.

You knew the next time you see him will be at the nationals, either him playing or both of you. He was a man of his words. You knew that well. 

"Yn!" He turned back, "Say Hi to mom for me will you?" You nod. 

Dammit yn. Stop the "he's going to say he loves me when he turns back" dreaming.

You shook yourself awake as you start to walk back. But something just, doesn't feel right.... he's been here for years, and how can you not say anything more? Not mentioning the fact that you loved him.

You clench your fist by your sides, turning back. "Tobio!" He turns to you from his team, "oh uh... see yo- uhh.. g-good luck!" You called as he smiled and nod.

Wait, wait, smiled? He smiled? Because of you? 

"3 years wrapped in a good luck... the boy you love, you say?" Your teammate says, one hand leaning you down from your shoulder. "Quit staring, its either you go for it or it slips yn."

"Oh will you shut up..." you muttered as you finally turned away from him.

At least he smiled. At you. Because of you.

And to you, thats way more than enough.

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