#Check out these kitten holders

[20dollarlolita]

[topgunreacts]

Ayo! Greetings! I hope you are doing pretty well! I’m really sorry for asking this as I’m truly in dire need of help. My cat needs some immediate help for her surgery so I’m trying to raise some funds for her. If you have some spare time, please check it out the post that I have pinned for her, and if you feel it in your heart to help, please do us the favor by boosting the post or share it! Even if you cannot donate, spreading the word is definitely more than enough. Thank you for your kindness, and so sorry again for being this direct! <33

THIS IS A SCAMMER

But how do I know? And shouldn’t I reblog it just in case? It’s a valid concern. Fortunately, there are a few quick steps anyone can take to assess the validity of a charity request. Because at the end of the day, spreading a just-in-case message can have real negative consequences as other people continue to spread the scam on a just-in-case basis.

A sense of urgency (sickness, eminent surgery, etc)

They ask you directly to give them something

Familiarity, such as calling you “dear” or “hun”

Comments turned off

New account with few if any posts

Direct messages that ask for privacy in the matter

Use of pets, children, irrelevant mention of demographics (please help a disabled queer single parent feed their sick cat, etc)

No response to requests for more information

Copy and paste message that gets sent to numerous people

Photos that do not match up with the origin as found through reverse image search

Lack of creativity: you receive a similarly or identically worded request from a random account

Melodramatic backstory--we rescued this cat from an alligator attack that almost took the cat's eye!

Donation account linked to a country at high risk for hosting scam operations

And others. These are not ironclad rules, nor do they always show up in every scam post. Maybe they ARE a disabled queer single parent who can't afford to feed their sick cat. But these elements are patterns you can look for in order to make an informed judgment call. There is at least one popular tumblr account here that will not post any donation links unless the asker fills out a form allowing the account holder to independently prove their identity and issue. If a person is truly desperate and actually needs help, they will fill out that form. Asking for more information is always a good idea, as is doing a reverse image search to see where else the photos might have been posted. Checking keywords on tumblr is also a good bet. Remember: posting lies is quick and easy. Providing proof is not. And that’s critical if money is involved.

Scammers suck. But some of them are very good at what they do. They are masters of using people’s guilt and empathy against them.

Let's dig deeper.

First, let's check out that melodramatic backstory. It's a doozy!

It was actually her Birthday yesterday….well her gotcha Birthday! We found her on our balcony 4 years ago after an awful noise was heard and I still don’t know if she jumped up scared from something or if she was thrown on there 😔 She wasn’t chipped. Vet said it looked like she hadn’t long had kittens and looked about 3 years old herself. Couldn’t find her owners, so she joined our family. (Oh I looked for kittens believe me) She is the sweetest girl we ever met. She even purrs when she sleeps 😻we so love her. We just very recently lost our cat Mimi. She had cancer sadly but we fought so hard to help her but in the end it won. We have an elderly dog called Billa who just two weeks ago turned 20!!!! Any day now we could lose her, she’s feeling her age 😔 I mention those two because it’s just too overwhelming and feels like Maggie is the only one I can help now. Upon an annual vet visit recently with Maggie….so I could get flea meds for her and her brother Milow that they were due to have…the vet found she had two masses….or tumors. One at the bottom of her back next to her tail (I don’t know how I didn’t see it before I’m so ashamed) and when she pressed on her stomach, my loving Maggie started growling which I can honestly say in the time we’ve had her she’s never done that. We did an X-ray and she found a mass in her stomach 😔 we also did a biopsy. This is just so unexpected and so overwhelming after losing Mimi and knowing we will be losing Billa soon…just can’t lose Maggie also. I hate being in this position. I really pay forward as much as I can. I’ve helped out a couple of women with bags and cases of food for the cat colony’s they feed. One woman with food who has a lot of fosters who needed help with food. I think it’s 3 different pet surgeries I’ve helped contribute to for their treatment. It sucks to be on this side now but I’m really praying somehow it might be my turn to get some help to help Maggie get her ct scan so they can figure out the surgery route to remove the tumor from her stomach. I wish I was in a better situation at this moment to not need any help. We’ve always been there to help our babies no matter what they’ve needed, you have to try at least to help them.. And we’ve been able to pay for it ourselves until now. Now I’m able to work here, it can help set us up for future pet issues….I mean, we do everything for these guys including going to work lol but I’ve literally only had my permanent status the last few days instead of visas and it’s all been on my hubby until now who has been amazing, but after paying for Mimi’s help and then end of life, my flight to and from England for my immigration and all those fees and just paying for everything on his own…there’s a lack of funds now. I just want Maggie to get some help and will somehow have to make this happen for her, so please if you have the means to, you can donate to my paypal which is linked down below

Come on, dude. At least be creative. Please make note of the highlights: dramatic injury, insistence (with evidence!) that the scammer is a Good Person Who Gives Back, Cancer Cat & Old Dog supporting characters, immigration drama regarding visas, sick cat had kittens that were never found, etc.

[speculation incoming] Also, laws regarding the importation of pet animals from other countries are strict, and always involve a vet visit. I doubt a vet would clear a cat with tumors to fly out of the country. Even if they did, the timeline here is weird. This vet clinic is in California. [speculation over]

Okay now let's look at these photos. (PSSST I instantly knew this person was a scammer because I've seen these exact x-rays and screenshots on other posts with different cat images. That's something else to look for. Scammers want to expend as little energy as possible in their hunt for your money.)

Where is the scam coming from?

Hovering over the Paypal link, I see the account is located in the Philippines, a country with a high risk of scam hosting. Red flags on red flags.

How to Reverse Image Search

Find a search engine that will let you search by image. This is Google Images on a Firefox browser on PC. Clicking the little camera gives me the option to upload, paste, or give the URL to a photo.

This time, the photo search wasn't helpful. There were no identical matches that Google picked up right away. But I'm including how to do this anyway because it's good to know.

Search Tumblr

We all know tumblr search sucks, but after looking up "cat scam" in the search bar, I found Everything.

Wait a minute.

SHIT THEY GOT MAVERICK POST CANCELED

@kyra45 appears to have amassed some good resources for finding and documenting these scams.

Be aware, be smart, report scam accounts for spam, block them, and do not post donation links "just in case."

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

The Sleepy Kitten Cafe 🐱💤 

(The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad))

Ill solidify an actual layout design later (since this will become a major setting for most of the fic) BUT for now you get a shitty collage design Edit- Fuck it I was gonna wait till post chapter 7 but I decided to publish now so here you go!

Info (may or may not become relevent in the fic, I just think is neat also for my own reference)

Located on The Narrows of Gotham city

All utensils and containers are thrifted so none of them match

Upstairs lounge is a mini library/book store

They sell baked goods and have a shitty service window where you can order diner style food/snacks

Regular game nights/other events (including jazz night which Tim vehelementaly refuses to attend)

Not uncommon for random strays to come hang out (no one tell their manager)

Have a photo wall of regular customers (it took several weeks of begging before Tim allowed Gwen to snap his pic and pin it up)

They have a whole buisness card holder on the counter people can advertise their shit

Owned by a former hippie from Washington and her husband from Sikkim

Almost gets robbed once a week but hey its Gotham, what can you do? (emphasis on almost)

Employees (named thus far, who I will also probably draw later)-

Gwen Parkins she/her- Main Barista Alans (Tims) BFF, utter sweetheart, but will cry if yelled at. Also plans like 80% of the work events. Wears clips in her hair that are "on theme" for whatever event is for the day (cat ones for work obvi) Never checks her bank account so doesnt notice Tim slipping in an extra 500-3k every month (tax free of course) and she ends up saving or donating half of it anyways. From the Narrows.

Zeek (Ezikel) Zoref he/they- Cook/Security Very open stoner, likes bullying his friends (kinda an asshole, but will apologize if too far), also loves Gotham for the fact he can and will fist fight customers given the oppertunity, and there are PLENTY of oppertunies. Carries around a bat. Almost became a Joker Goon out of nessesity but by sheer happenstance he tried robbing Alan who somehow got him an interview at the Cafe, even with zero experience. (Owes his life, but will never admit it) Allergic to mint and mourns mint gum everyday. From Crime Alley.

Obsidian Fowler they/them- Manager/Barista The reason shit gets done, newly recognized artist, meticiously does inventory because they find it fun. Gets stressed about hygine when his coworkers keep sneaking random strays in the cafe, but weak to begging. Did not give in when they brought in a Raccoon. Keeps offering Alan a job because "Please I cannot be the only competent member here" From Old Gotham.

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – More Than You Can Chew

Crosshair x Inexperienced F!Reader One Shot

Warning: SMUT 18+ /PiV Sex /Dom (soft) Crosshair / FiV / Oral Reader receiving/ Inexperienced Reader

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After writing "The First Time" headcanons (more or less recently), I thought I should actually write additional scenarios with each batcher. Don't you think? Here comes Crosshair.

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A few weeks ago you worked with the Bad Batch for the first time, as an informant you had infiltrated the Exchange for the guys. Everything went according to plan and worked perfectly. Now you were to work with them again, on an outpost on a moon of Kamino you had been stationed for the time being, where you were to wait for further orders for an attack on a Separatist espionage unit.

"Hey Kitten, nice view"

Crosshair's raspy voice behind you made you sit up and turn to look at him. The sniper had been flirting with you regularly on the first mission as well, teasing you and trying to fluster you.

The "nice view" comment was directed at your rear end, because you had just bent over one of the consoles. You turned around, deliberately slow, and looked at him with a teasing look in your eyes.

"You again," you said with a small smile "Don't you have anything better to do than to admire my ass?"

A small smirk twitched at his lips and he rolled the toothpick in his mouth from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"No, because your ass is hard to miss".

That was typical, Crosshair liked to combine flirting and compliments with more or less subliminal insults, you had figured that out pretty quickly.

"Just like your misplaced self-confidence, chicken stilts" you said with a meaningful sideways glance at his long legs.

"Long legs not your thing?" he asked amused "I have something else that's long".

You laughed.

"Sure, I'll believe that when I see it"

"Deal"

You didn't have time to frown at the comment, Hunter came into the room and you both acted like nothing had happened.

"Everything okay here?" asked Hunter, wrinkling his nose a little. Obviously there were some hormones in the air and you were a little ashamed that the cheeky sniper kept managing to throw you off balance even hormonally.

"It's all good, Sergeant," you said a little too hastily.

Hunter fixed you with his gaze for a long uncomfortable moment, but then finally nodded and said, "Okay good, Tech will take over here for you in a minute then you can take a break" He turned to Crosshair, "What are you doing here anyway?"

Crosshair shrugged and said lightly. "Same thing you are. Checking to see if everything is okay."

Hunter rolled his eyes more or less inconspicuously before backing away, a moment later Tech relieved you and you just left Crosshair standing there with a cheeky little smile on your lips.

You hated the big communal showers in those facilities. Since the Republic army was mainly consisting of clones, sanitary facilities were often designed with that in mind. For someone like you, there was little such thing as privacy. You had to wait and plan each time so you could have the showers and other sanitary facilities to yourself for a while.

You chose one of the open stalls, hung your towel on a hook nearby, placed your cosmetic bag on the small holder provided for it in the stall, and turned on the water.

As you turned around you let out a small startled scream, there was a large mirror on one of the inside walls of the cabin and you had been scared of yourself. You shook your head laughing at yourself and as you began to wash up, the question of why they would put a mirror in here crossed your mind.

Your thoughts were distracted when the shower's water stream somehow seemed to get noisier. Puzzled, you raised your eyes, nothing had changed in the water, but then you realized with shock, your water had not become louder, of course, but someone else had sought out one of the cabins as well.

In the corner of your eye you saw a movement and looked to your left. Broad shoulders, gray hair.... Crosshair?!

You hastily looked in another direction. Your heart was beating fast and hard in your chest. What the hell was he thinking, he couldn't possibly have missed you!

Suddenly you felt that he was looking at you, you felt his gaze on you. With your back turned to him, you stood there for a few heartbeats without moving.

"The view is even better without those annoying pants," you heard him say insinuatingly.

Was he serious?!

You looked over your shoulder and saw that he was actually looking at you, a smug smile on his thin lips.

He said: "You know it doesn't matter if you turn your back on me, I see the rest of you in the mirror".

Your heart leapt uncomfortably, you felt heat rush to your face and ears and automatically covered your breasts with your arms, squeezing your thighs together.

Crosshair raised his brows, amused and questioning at the same time.

"You've been aggressively flirting with me for weeks and now all of a sudden you're all shy?"

"I'm not used to being ambushed in the shower," you returned nervously.

"Ambushed? I'm just taking a shower" he returned amused "Are you ashamed of your nudity? Well you really don't have to be, I like what I see."

You were getting even hotter and part of you was tempted to catch a glimpse as well, but you were smaller, if you wanted to look at him you would have to leave your stall and stand in front of his. He could look into your cabin just fine because he was a whole lot taller.

When you didn't really visibly respond to his question, he asked, " Do you want me to leave again?"

On impulse, you shook your head. You didn't know yourself exactly why, in fact it seemed unreasonable. You slowly turned around to face him, your arms still over your breasts. Crosshair smirked and bit his lower lip.

"But you don't really want to show yourself like that, do you?" he asked, amused.

Shocked, you watched as he turned off the water in his shower stall again, left it, and just walked into yours. He was standing right in front of you and you couldn't help it, your eyes wandered if only briefly to his crotch, but long enough to realize that he was already half hard and definitely not lying about his size. You had to put your head back to look up into his face.

Your heart literally jumped into your throat as he touched your face with one hand and suddenly came very close to you. When his lips touched yours, you suddenly could hardly breathe. When he felt you tense up and hold your breath, he broke away from your lips and looked at you.

"What's wrong with you? You've been flirting with me pretty hard since you've been with us and now you act like you've bitten off more than you can chew."

Nervously you admitted, "I've never been intimate with a man before."

Crosshair raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then smiled.

"Then maybe the shower isn't the place to start. What do you say we find a lonely bunk on this station?"

You blinked, still not quite able to grasp what just went on here, but finally you nodded and said, "That sounds good."

You both finished showering in separate stalls, dried off, and Crosshair finally led you out, out of the showers, through a few hallways, he knew exactly where to go so as not to run into any of the others. He finally found a lonely room, with a bed, and led you inside.

Next to the bed you both stopped and he looked at you urgently.

"One thing before we start, just to be sure".

You nodded and listened to him carefully.

"You know you don't have to do this?" he asked "There is no obligation. If you don't want to do it, you won't be put at a disadvantage."

You nodded, but that was not enough for him.

"Tell me if you understood" he demanded impatiently.

"Sure, I understand, I don't have to sleep with you if I don't want to.... I want to though."

Crosshair smirked and began to undress you. Your heart was beating up to your throat and you didn't really know what to do, so you waited until he had completely undressed you. With a simple gesture he finally asked you to climb on the bed and started to undress himself.

As he stood naked in front of the bed you were sitting on, you carefully examined his body. He was so tall and slim, wiry but trained. You could clearly see his muscles under his tanned skin. His legs were so incredibly long, naked you could somehow see that even more clearly.

Then your eyes fell on his crotch, already in a semi-hard state, his cock was quite long and girthy, but you had seen that before in the shower.

"You weren't lying," you said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you said there was something else long about you besides your legs."

Crosshair took a second, but then smirked.

"Ever seen a cock before? For real I mean."

When you shook your head he stepped closer, bent down and grabbed one of your hands. He guided your hand to his length, which seemed to grow slowly as he stared at your naked body. As your fingers touched him, you felt a gentle pulse under his skin and a downright radiant warmth. Your fingers gently gripped around his cock and he moaned softly.

"You're all warm," you said, fascinated.

He nodded and asked, "Would you be comfortable stroking him? I can show you how."

When you nodded, he slid your hand up a little further, closer to his tip, and slowly guided your hand in pumping motions. When he let go of your hand again you continued without him.

Crosshair moaned softly and nodded.

"That's a good start, you're doing good Mesh'la".

When you saw a thick drop of clear liquid coming from his velvety tip, you leaned closer over him, curious. He watched you in surprise as your tongue came testingly over your lips and touched his tip. He twitched ever so slightly and suppressed a low growl, but you could still detect it.

It tasted slightly salty, you noted. You looked up at him and licked his tip again while your hand continued to work, wanting to see the expression on his face. First his eyes got big, then he squeezed them shut and moaned softly. He knew he couldn't expect a fill on blow job from you and that didn't matter at the moment, he was hard as dura steel by now anyway.

"Okay, Kitten, today is all about you, I want your first time to be special," he finally said, amused, gently but firmly pulling your hand from his hard length and asking you to lie down.

"Do you trust me?"

The question took you by surprise.

"I think so."

He shook his head.

"That's not good enough for what I have in mind for you. Will you believe me if I tell you I won't do anything against your will?"

You had only known him for a few weeks, he was a special character, but yes, somehow you definitely believed him, so you nodded and replied, "Yes, I feel safe here and now, with you."

Crosshair smiled cockily.

"Good, Mesh'la, very good. Then I'll teach you a few things today and make sure you experience a first you won't forget".

His words tingled under your skin and made your heart flutter.

As he climbed onto the bed with you, spreading your thighs with his knees, absolutely everything about you tingled and your breathing became heavier.

"Relax Kitten, I won't hurt you, I promise, if anything feels uncomfortable you tell me and I'll stop. Okay?"

"Okay," came softly from your lips.

His long fingers slid over the bare skin of your thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to the center, to the heated triangle between them. His touch was feather light at first, testing, and his gaze kept wandering to your face, as if to assure himself that you were still on the same page.

"Now look what we have here", he spoke suggestively, with a gentle undertone "Such a beautiful flower".

His fingers gently stroked your sex, touching the moist folds, ghosting over your clit and making you shiver.

"Look at you, so naked, so pretty, you should always be naked" he playfully teased you, gently nudging your pearl with his fingertips.

You sucked in a sharp breath as your clit immediately responded, began to pulse and swell, and his fingers picked up a circular, gentle, massaging pace on your pearl. The fingers of his other hand stroked over your folds, down to your entrance, very gently, teasing, testing. You were sure he was more of the passionate, maybe even a little rougher sort, but he took your inexperience into consideration and for that you were very grateful. But still you could feel the restlessness under his surface, which he held back.

Slowly, two fingertips very gently penetrated a very small piece of your pussy and began to caress your sensitive entrance.

A sigh came over your lips and almost automatically you pushed yourself towards him, looking for more of that feeling he triggered in you.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, very much"

He smiled, "Good girl."

Crosshair continued to stimulate your clit and stroke your entrance until your arousal began to run over his fingers. You saw a satisfied smile on his lips.

He lay down and you watched him in surprise, almost startled, as suddenly it was not his knees but his shoulders that were between your thighs and his face so close to your pubic that you felt his breath tickling over your wet folds.

Heat rose in your cheeks, you had heard of such things, suspected what he was up to, but when his lips and tongue finally touched you, it felt completely different than expected. He began to lick your arousal from your entrance while his fingertips resumed their lovemaking with your clit.

Your fingers clawed into the sheet you were lying on, your thighs began to tremble as his tongue alternated between circling your entrance and shortly after thrusting into your pussy while his fingertips steadily caressed your pearl.

The tension inside you built abruptly, so quickly that you could hardly think, everything tingling and tickling.

"Cross... I think I'm close."

He growled softly and the vibration jerked you over the edge in surprise, the knot loosened and your orgasm crashed over you like a giant wave, ebbing away with a gentle tickle to your curling toes with a little yelp.

Orgasm had never felt like this before, hard to describe, much more real, much more vibrant than any masturbation.

Crosshair let go of you, and knelt between your thighs again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at you.

"Good?"

"Indescribable."

He grinned. Slowly bent over you until he was lying over you, his hard length resting between your two bodies on your pubic.

Your pulse began to race again. He was big and thick, it was just hard to imagine how he would fit down there.

As if he had read your mind he said, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. But if you want to try it, be sure we take our time, you'll have plenty of time to get used to this feeling and I'll make sure you don't miss out."

For a moment you were unsettled, a slight flutter in your stomach, but there was still the reverberation of your orgasm, a gentle pulse between your thighs and you wanted this man.

"I want to try, Crosshair"

"That's my girl" he said with a satisfied smile, guiding his tip to your entrance and pushing very gently, just the tip in for now, a very small bit. But even that you already felt quite clearly, but it didn't hurt, it was just still new and strange.

He leaned down forward, kissed your shoulder and murmured at your skin.

"Just relax, I'm not an intruder, I belong here and now with you, in your body, I want to do you good, I'm not an enemy".

You took a deep breath and he pushed forward another tiny bit. The stretching was intense, but bearable.

"You are doing very well" he said and kissed your neck " Breathe deeply, relax, think of the feeling of my fingers on your clit, my tongue in your pussy"

Your face got hot, but you immediately felt new arousal shooting into your cleft and new moisture forming.

Crosshair smiled.

"That's it, mesh'la, that's it".

He pushed forward another tiny bit and you suppressed the urge to stiffen.

"Good girl, almost there"

When he was finally completely absorbed in you, he stopped. You could feel his cock pulsing and you felt so incredibly full, he filled you completely.

"See? All in," he said "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

Crosshair kissed your neck, gently bit your earlobe and whispered "What a wonderful tight little pussy. Perfect."

You shivered under his words and touch.

As he began to move slowly, it felt strange, so foreign but also welcome in an inexplicable way. He touched you as deeply as no one had ever touched you before. He carefully changed the angle until his pubic bone rubbed over your pearl and the arousal you craved finally arose. Your lips parted a little, a sigh came from your mouth, and your legs wrapped around his hips almost of their own accord.

Crosshair smiled, "Aha, very good, I see that's the right angle then".

He began to move faster, with one arm propped up he placed the hand of the other over your neck, gently, without pressure, just a hint, but it was intimidating and arousing at the same time.

The words "Fuck me..." came over your lips, thoughtlessly controlled only by horniness.

Crosshair growled, increasing the pace, taking you harder, and your fingernails began to scrape across his back, leaving deep scratches.

"Such a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

"Yes," you moaned.

"You really like my cock"

"Yes I do"

"Are you protected?" he asked.

You blinked but then you said "Yes, I have an implant, since a few weeks".

Crosshair grinned.

"Since a few weeks" he gasped and took you harder, eliciting a yelp "Coincidence? No that's not a coincidence, you've wanted my cock since the beginning haven't you?"

"Yes," you pressed out, gasping and shaking with aroused tension.

"My little slut, this pussy is mine now, do you hear me? I'm going to cum inside you, and mark you for me! No one else gets this sweet, tasty cunt, no one!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

His words seemed to fuel your arousal like oil fuels a fire. You clung to his body, every one of your muscles taut, your pussy clenched arround his cock, making him moan.

Your whole body trembled as his fierce thrusts and the friction between your bodies pushed you over the edge again.

Crosshair growled out, sat up, grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and fucked you hard, the room filled with his panting, his cock working inside your super juicy pussy. You looked up at him in fascination at how the muscles tightened under his skin as he came with a deep long, growl inside you, filling your cleft with his cum. He thrust into you a couple more times, only to hear the obscene sound of your filled pussy.

Breathing heavily, he slowly released your hips and lowered you back onto the bed.

He smirked and said, "I'm not much of a romantic, but I'm good at fucking and if you want I'll give you the dirtiest drity talk".

You chuckled, amused, relieved and satisfied. He left your body, helped you clean up and lay with you. He hesitated for a moment as you leaned against his chest, but finally put an arm around you.

"I'm sure there's a lot more you can show me, right?" you asked, a little unsure.

"Hmm, give me ten minutes and I'll show you more, Kitten."

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[greenhappyseed]

Tomura Shigaraki, as we know him, is All Might’s original sin. All Might was so focused on following his master’s spiritual legacy that he lost sight of her physical legacy, in the form of her lone grandson. Of course, All Might didn’t ignore the Shimura family of his own volition. He was specifically asked by Nana and Gran to never seek out the Shimuras in order to keep them safe. All Might is a gigantic, primary-colored target, and the odds were very high that a young All Might would lead AFO straight to Kotaro, who was roughly a decade younger than All Might. You can even argue that ignoring the Shimuras was the right thing to do, as Kotaro lived to adulthood and formed his own family.

But at the same time, Gran Torino and All Might HAD to know AFO was coming. AFO never lets go of petty grudges, meaning Kotaro was doomed. There was virtually no chance Kotaro would die an old man without having AFO interfere with his family, so someone should have been checking on him (or at least telling him to change his name???) Had All Might and Gran kept in touch with each other after UA, maybe they would have talked about Nana and Kotaro. But Gran’s harsh training methods only pushed Toshinori away. If only All Might had an ally who knew the full story, who could have helped in confidence (Nighteye became All Might’s sidekick a few years after the Shimuras died; Tsukauchi became Toshinori’s friend some time after Nighteye left.)

Twisting the tragedy further, All Might made it his goal to protect Nana’s heroic legacy, saving everyone in his path with a smile. He always knew he couldn’t save EVERYONE, but he damn well tried. He focused primarily on the biggest villains and rescues, looking at heroism with a 30,000 foot sky-high view, although he wasn’t beyond volunteer work and saving a kitten in a tree if he happened to see it. Yet, of all the thousands, even millions that he saved, All Might missed the one child he should have had his eye on the whole time. The one child that was, like him, an heir to Nana’s legacy. And that one kid was even an All Might fan!

All Might whiffed, and as soon as AFO told him that Tomura is Nana’s grandson, he KNEW. It’s the first thing he thought about in the hospital after Kamino. And the hospital is where All Might decides to do something a little different: He trusts Tsukauchi and Gran to track down Tomura. To do the things All Might could no longer do. But his teacher and his friend only managed to capture Kurogiri. They let Machia go. Tomura’s power grew and AFO’s hold on him increased.

Then we learn there’s going to be a raid. Once again, All Might is not a participant. All he can do is watch in horror and worry as he holds Eri (the white-haired, red-eyes Tomura analogue). His nephew is fully possessed by his enemy, trying to kill colleagues and students. In hindsight, All Might shouldn’t have listened and shouldn’t have trusted others. He shouldn’t have sat on the sidelines. But there was no way he could have known at the time.

Now Nana’s spiritual and physical legacy are dying. Tomura’s looking and sounding less like himself. Instead of recruiting Bakugo, TomurAFO is trying to kill him. And the yardstick TomurAFO is using repeatedly to measure his new strength? Prime All Might wielding OFA.

Izuku, as the current OFA holder, clearly has Tomura as “his” villain to save, with Tomura’s inner child self actively looking for Izuku. But All Might and his vestige are part of this too. There’s a reason All Might’s vestige cried when Izuku declared his intent to save Tenko. There’s a reason for TomurAFO’s All Might fixation as he searches for the “ideal body.” Toshinori and Tenko have unfinished business and a family legacy to repair. I will be stunned if the manga ends without All Might bowing in apology to Tenko and working to make things right.

[sunflowergirl522]

Yours Truly 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5153

Warnings: Toxic ex shows up, name calling, slight stalking

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You and Bucky have gotten really close in the last month of knowing each other. There’s a lot more physical contact now that you’re used to one another as well. What started as little taps on shoulders when passing each other in the kitchen or only grabbing each other’s hands when in a crowded place so the other doesn’t get lost turned into gentle shoulder caresses as Bucky reaches above you to get a dish and you grabbing his metal hand every chance you get enjoying the odd warmth it provides your own. You’ve finished all of Bob’s Burgers and started Psych. You watch it together on your days off now too instead of just at night while you eat dinner. You throw your legs over his own and his hands rest on your calves sometimes massaging them while you both relax on the couch. 

Your ducks have slowly been taking over the apartment as well as a few succulents you’ve gotten and picture frames filled with pictures of you and your friends including some of Sam, you had to fight Bucky for those pictures. You also make sure to take pictures with Bucky every time the two of you are out so you can fill frames with the two of you as well. You’ve even gotten a few more little pieces of furniture to help fill up all the space there was before. 

Bucky was loving the changes you made to his once plain apartment that he never cared if he was in or not. He loved seeing little pieces and reminders of you all over the place. It made him want to come home after he closes his shop instead of staying late like he used to do. You made the apartment feel less like just a place to sleep and more of a home. Last time Sam was over he said it was like waking into a completely different place. He could only imagine what you could do with a bigger space like a house. Each time he tries, all he wants to do is get one so he can find out. 

He’s quickly learning that he would do anything for you. You mention going thrifting or to Target? He’s grabbing his car keys and telling you to put your shoes on. You bring up wanting to make a certain meal? He’s asking you what ingredients you need and going to pick the ones you don’t have up at the store. He can tell you’re having a bad or stressful day? He’s calling Kate to come over with Yelena to help make it a little better. He keeps your favorite snack food stocked up so you never go without it and he left a pen holder and a notebook on the counter in the kitchen so you don’t run around searching for something to use when you need to write down a new recipe or when you decide to write a letter. 

“Hey Buck?” 

“Yeah?” He leans out of the bathroom, his toothbrush halfway in his mouth. You’re standing near the now seemingly too small dinner table since so many people are over so often now and typing on your phone.

“Does the apartment complex allow pets?” 

“I think so. Why?” He pops back into the room to finish brushing his teeth before he continues the conversation with you. 

“We should get a cat. One of Yelena's long term clients cats had kittens and they’re trying to find homes for them.”

“I’m not really an animal person doll.” 

“Oh.” He watches the disappointment fill your face as you look down at your feet. He walks up to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb and index finger. 

“I’ll tell you what if they still need to find a home for one of them in a couple weeks we’ll take one okay?” 

“Really?”

“Really.” You let out a squeal before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug. “I’ll check to make sure pets are allowed today so don’t get your hopes up yet.” 

“Of course not, they’re way down here.” You reach your hand down to the ground and Bucky chuckles at you. 

“Alright doll, I’ll see you later.”

“See ya Buck.” You wave to him as he heads out of the apartment before doing a little happy dance about probably getting a cat and call Yelena to tell her to let her client know you could pick one up in two weeks. Bucky doesn’t need to know if you rig it right?

Your good mood immediately turns sour however when your phone starts ringing. As soon as you see the name ‘❌Billy❌’ flash on the screen you throw your phone and jump back from it. Why was your ex calling you? What could he possibly want from you almost two months from the break up? It doesn’t matter you wouldn’t answer him and he’ll never call again and that would be that. 

At least that’s what you thought. But a week later and he’s still calling he started sending texts after the first couple days of you not picking up. At first they were messages begging you to talk to him and saying that he missed you and how sorry he was and that he still loved you. But after you left him on read so many times he started to get mean about you not answering. You had told Kate and Yelena immediately about it after that first call and as it got worse they got more furious. Yelena continued to ask you if you wanted her to do something about it and Kate was already plotting his murder. You just wanted him to go away and leave you alone. You sent him one text ‘Billy, Leave me the hell alone we’re done. Y/n Y/l/n’ before you blocked his number and hoped he’d get the hint. 

Bucky could tell something was bothering you. You were way more stressed out than he’s ever seen you but every time he asked about it you just told him it was nothing, you didn’t want to bother him with it. Even him calling Yelena and Kate didn’t seem to help. So he wasn’t that shocked when he woke up in the middle of the night and found you baking when he went to get some water. 

“Doll?” You jump at the sound of his voice. 

“Bucky? I’m so sorry did I wake you up?” You’d been trying to be quiet, cringing whenever a pan would clang into another or when the oven preheated. You were even going to use your phone as the timer so you didn’t have to use the ovens and possibly wake him up. Bucky walks over to you until he’s right in your space and stops you from stirring the brownie mixture any more. 

“You’re stress baking.” 

“Oh this? No, I just woke up craving them and decided to make some.” 

“Then what’s with the batch of cookies on the cooling rack.” Honestly you had forgotten about those. 

“Okay maybe it’s a little bit of stress baking. But I’m fine, don't worry about it.” He just stands there and looks at you while not letting go of his gentle hold of your wrist. “Really Buck I’m okay.” He raises an eyebrow at you and tilts his head. “Okay maybe I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head and go back to mixing. “Alright how bout I stay here and just keep you company then?” You nod and send a smile his way as he situates himself against the counter next to you. A beat of silence passes by before you blurt it out. 

“My ex has been trying to talk to me.”

“What?” His head whips toward you at your words. 

“It started with phone calls and then turned into text messages. I already blocked him on everything else but I finally blocked his number so he shouldn’t be able to try again. But the whole situation has me really stressed out.”

“What’s he been saying?”

“Oh you know the regular manipulation tactics, oh baby I miss you, I’m so sorry, it’ll never happen again, it was a mistake, you dumb bitch answer my fucking texts.” You’re eerily calm as you quote him and pour the batter into the pan while Bucky's hands are squeezing into fists. 

“I’m guessing it didn’t end on good terms then.” A cynical chuckle leaves your mouth. 

“Unless you think cheating on me with my previous roommate is ending well, no it didn’t. That’s fine though, he was a dick anyway. It was just easier to see that once he betrayed me.”

“Come here.” Bucky grabs onto your hand once you set the timer for the brownies and starts to pull you to the bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” You ask as he starts to search through drawers. 

“We’re gonna do something that always cheers my sister up when she’s upset. Hopefully it helps you.” You laugh as he pulls out two different peel off face mask containers. 

“Bucky, I didn’t take you as the kind of guy to do face masks.”

“They’re for when my sister visits.” He smiles at you before patting the counter. “Sit. Which one do you want?”

“Pomegranate.” You hop up onto the counter and watch him put the charcoal one away while getting an applicator tool out. He nudges your knees apart and takes his spot in between them. 

“Do you want to do mine first or me to do yours?” You tap your finger on your chin and hum in thought. 

“You do mine first. God, it’s been forever since I’ve done a face mask.” You smile at him as he starts to apply it on you. “You look so serious right now.”

“This is serious stuff.” 

When it’s your turn to do his he places his hands on either side of you and leans forward. You’re already feeling so much better and your stomach does flips at how much care seems to be in Bucky's eyes as he looks at you. While you focus on applying his face mask he switches from looking at your eyes to glancing at your lips. His hands grip the end of the counter almost painfully so he doesn’t wrap them around the sides of your waist. 

“All done!” You put everything down before returning your hands to his shoulders. “How long do we wait?”

“Twenty minutes I think.” 

“The brownies will be done before we are.”

When the brownies do go off you almost don’t hear the beeping, being too deep into conversation with Bucky to pay attention to anything else. He was telling you stories of him and his sister growing up and how she’s going to school all the way across the country. Once the brownies are out and the sugar cookies you made earlier are put away it’s time to peel off the masks. The two of you return to the bathroom and Bucky picks you up and places you on the counter this time. Peeling the masks off is filled with laughter and soft words of encouragement when the other was worried about hurting whoever’s turn it was to get it peeled off. Bucky had successfully turned a stress filled night into a fun one where you both fell a little more in love with each other and you both fell asleep with smiles on your faces. 

The next morning you wake up feeling so much better than you have been. Bucky needs to stop being so nice and sweet to you or you’re gonna fall hard and fast for him. Not that you’re not currently in the process of falling for him, you know you are, but you have some sort of grip on the situation. If he keeps this up you fear you’ll lose it. 

Upon leaving your room you find a letter on the table. 

Doll,

What do you think of getting that cat early? When I get home we could go get the necessary supplies before going to pick her up. When you see this just let me know what you wanna do. Also we’re out of milk so I’ll pick some up on my way home.

Yours,

Bucky Barnes

You’re beaming at the fact of getting the cat, you’ve been bringing up how they still have one hoping he’d cave and not make you wait another week. You quickly pull out your phone and send him a response before calling Kate to see if she could pick you up. 

“Get in loser we’re going shopping!” Kate tells out the window as she pulls up outside of the apartment building. 

“Why do you say that every time except for when we’re actually going shopping?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs before driving again. “He finally caved?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure why though.” You turn to look fully at your friend. ”I told him about Billy last night.”

“Shhh if you say his name it’ll like summon him or something. But how did that go, I thought you weren’t gonna tell him?”

“I wasn’t but then he caught me stress baking and just stuck around to keep me company and I told him. He pulled me to the bathroom and we did face masks. And that surprisingly really helped.” 

“It’s not that surprising. You could be in the worst mood ever and if he even just smiled your way you’d cheer up.”

“I guess you have a point.”

“Oh, Yelena told me to give this to you. Apparently it’s all the info you need for the cat.” She pulls a post it note from her middle console and hands it to you. “And it’s gonna be super easy to get all the stuff in the car because I shoved all the toys and treats in the litter box and the food and litter are in one of the boxes from your move.”

“Oh dope it’ll only take us one trip then.”

“Also, I grabbed milk for you on my way to get you. Figured we could grab the cat stuff and then I can chill with you for a while.” She parks in their driveway and the two of you get out and grab the stuff that’s sitting right inside next to the door before she pulls out again. Neither of you pay attention to the car that pulls out of a parking spot the same time you do. 

A couple hours later, after some rounds of Uno and Kate stuffing her mouth with as many cookies as she can eat, she leaves ‘so you can shower and make yourself all pretty for lover boy’. You rolled your eyes at her words and locked the door behind her after giving her a hug. You stop in your room to get one of your towels before heading into Bucky’s bathroom. Right as you’re about to get into the perfectly tempered water someone starts to pound on the door of the apartment. You sigh before wrapping a towel around yourself and going to answer it thinking it was just Kate coming back because she left something.

“Kate, you’re back alrea- Billy?!”

It was a long day at the shop, Bucky’s neck was stiff, he was covered in oil, and he had to deal with a woman yelling at him about her car not being done even though it had only been fifteen minutes since she dropped it off. He’s so tired and all he wants to do is get home and see your smiling face while you vibrate with excitement about getting that damn cat. He wants to get a shower and tell you to get your cute ass in the car so the two of you can quickly pick the cat up before collapsing on the couch and watching Psych. The seething man in the doorway of his apartment makes him think none of that will happen though. He doesn’t hear much of the conversation when he exits the elevator down the hall but from what little he can hear he feels as though it’s safe to assume that this is the ex you told him about.

“I’ve tried being nice to you bitch but I’m done now. Open the door.”  Upon hearing him call you a bitch Bucky speeds up and before he knows it he’s pulling the man by the back of his shirt so he can stand in front of you and block the strangers view.

“Hey asshole, get away from my girl!” The words just slip out and he doesn’t even notice it at first.

“Your girl?” He leans over to look at you over Bucky’s shoulder. “Moved on already? You always were a little slut weren’t you?” Bucky just sees red as he swings and his fist lands on his nose. Your ex staggers back and Bucky slams the door in his face before turning around to face you. And when he does he freezes. 

“What are you wearing?” How had he not realized you were just in a towel before?

“I um, I was going to shower.” Your voice is timid and Bucky’s having a hard time focusing on it. His gaze keeps flickering from your bare legs to the top of the towel that’s having a difficult time staying rolled up. He can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to just gently tug on it and have it fall to the ground. He squeezes his eyes shut and balls his hands into fists to try to get the thought out of his head but when he opens them back up it seems to be even less rolled than before. He casts his eyes up to your face and finds you staring at the door and the look in your eye lets him know you’re in your head. 

“Doll.” He hesitantly reaches out and wraps the towel tighter around you while not breaking eye contact with you which effectively breaks you out of your daze. “You with me?” You nod slowly and he gives you a small smile. “How about you go shower and I’ll order some of your favorite takeout and then you can tell me about what just happened if you want to?” His voice is low and has lost the edge it had before and all you can do is nod again before walking towards the bathroom that still has the shower running. 

“Hey Buck,” you peek your head out right before you get in, “can I have some of your clothes to wear? They just make me feel safe.”

“Of course you can angel.” He quickly grabs a pair of sweats and a shirt before handing them to you through the door.

“Thanks Buck.” 

After Bucky orders the takeout he groans and slams his head on the table. Of course he had to turn into a goddamn hormonal teenager while you’re having a crisis. He can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel with him showing up and calling you names. And he doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what dating that asshole was like after the way he was just acting.

You spend an hour in the shower. Most of the time in there you spent trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Between Billy showing up at your door and demanding that you get back together with him and how Bucky swooped in to rescue you like a knight in shining armor, you had a lot to think about. You hadn’t even started washing your hair or anything until Bucky’s knuckles rapped on the door and he told you the food was delivered. When you exited the bathroom you found the food set up on the coffee table in the living room and Bucky coming out of your room in fresh clothes and wiping his face with a towel. 

“Hope you don’t mind I washed up a bit in your bathroom.”

“Of course I don’t. I told you, feel free to use it since I use yours so much.” You take your spot on the couch and Bucky follows after throwing the towel in the laundry nook. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks after the two of you finish most of the food. You’re silent for a while and he assumes you don’t want to so he just places a comforting hand on your thigh before taking another bite. 

“I’m sure you’ve guessed already but that was Billy.” You don’t look at him but put your hand over his own. “He followed Kate and I here from her house. Apparently he figured I’d be over there sooner or later so he’s been staking the place out.” Your voice cracks but you keep going. “He said he waited in the parking lot till Kate was gone so she wouldn’t get in the way.” You don’t even realize you’ve started crying until Bucky’s pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears away. “I only opened the door because I thought Kate forgot something but then it was him and he was saying something about the towel but all I could really hear was the blood rushing in my ears. And then he started asking if we could get back together and when I said no he demanded it. He tried to shove his way in the apartment a few times. And then you got home. And God Buck I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t get home when you did.” Bucky crushes you to his chest and lets you sob. He doesn’t want to think about what could’ve happened; he's just glad that he got here before anything could’ve. “I’m not proud of dating him but he was so sweet in the beginning I never thought it’d end up like this.” You speak into his chest as you start to calm down. You sniffle a few times more before he gently pulls you back to look at him and places his hands on each side of your face. 

“Do you want to file a restraining order?” Bucky’s eyes search your own and you just nod your head in response. “Okay. I’ll close the shop tomorrow and we’ll go to the station first thing and then go get your cat alright? And then when we get home we can watch Psych all day.”

“No, Bucky, our cat.” 

“Alright, our cat.” You smile at each other before Bucky places a kiss on your forehead. 

You both spend the rest of that night watching Psych and then when you start to fall asleep on him Bucky carries you to bed. He was just going to leave but then you grabbed onto his arm before he could go and asked him to stay. So he did and it was the best sleep either of you have had in a while. He didn’t hate waking up with you nestled in his arms either. 

When you woke up he was gone and you frowned to yourself thinking he left after you fell asleep. Which is fine but you were hoping to wake up in his arms. You shrug it off anyway and stand stretching before heading towards the kitchen to make breakfast. You’re greeted with a shirtless Bucky flipping pancakes on the stove and you stop in your tracks as you watch the muscles in his back flex with each movement. 

“Morning doll. I didn’t wake you up when I got up this morning did I?” He turns around to slide the pancake onto a plate and spots you. 

“No, I just woke up. Did you stay all night?”

“Yeah, was that okay?”

“That’s great.” You beam before sitting on one of the stools at the island. “You know, I’m not used to other people cooking for me.”

“Not much cooking going on with boxed pancake mix.”

“It’s the same thing.” You wave a hand to dismiss the thought. 

“Eat up, then we’ll head to the station if you still want to file.” He looks at you quizzically while sliding a plate of pancakes and some syrup your way. 

“Okay that sounds good.” 

“I found the post-it with the info for the cat on it and messaged them. We’re good to pick it up this afternoon.” Bucky turns around to finish making his own pancakes while you start to eat yours. 

After breakfast and getting in some clean clothes, which for you consisted of shorts and another one of Bucky’s shirts, the two of you go down to the police station with Bucky’s hand gripping your thigh the whole way there. And the whole time inside the station he held your hand except for when you had to fill out the right forms for it. But then your hand was right back in his. He escorted you both in and out with his hand splayed on the small of your back and staying close to you. 

“You feeling any better?” He asks after you let out a breath and he starts his truck up again. 

“A little yeah. Thanks for this Buck.”

“Anytime doll, you know that.”

“Yeah.” You bite your lip and look out the window to try to hide just how big your smile is.

Bucky lets you DJ on the way to the Millers to get the cat. So the car ride is filled with you singing along to all your favorite songs and Bucky glancing at you when he can and smiling the whole trip. Bucky even starts to sing along to the songs he knows. You decide then and there that you need to go on a roadtrip with him. At the moment you want nothing more than to make a playlist with Bucky and get away for a while. That’s until he pulls up to the house though. Because then you’re jumping out of the car and bouncing in excitement at the front of his truck while you wait for Bucky to catch up with you. 

“You’re basically glowing doll.” Bucky brings you close to him as he speaks. 

“I’m excited. Now c'mon let’s go!” You grab one of the hands on your waist and pull him to the door. He chuckles and lets you lead him only taking charge when it comes to knocking on the door. The door opens to reveal a woman with a cat on her shoulder.

“James and Y/n?” 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Perfect! You can follow me, I’ll show you where we’ve been keeping her babies.” Mrs. Miller nods towards the cat in her arms while moving so the two of you can enter her house. “We’ve been keeping them in our spare room so they have room to run around. They’re about four weeks old now so we’ve started them on actual food. So far so good, it’s actually feeding time now.” She opens a door and steps over the small gate blocking all the white kittens from running out the door. The two of you follow her and watch as she scoops some food into bowls and how all the cats swarm them. “The two of you can sit here and get to know them so you can decide on who you’d like to take. The ones with ribbons around their necks are ones others have claimed but weren’t quite ready to take them home yet. I’ll come back to check on you in ten minutes or so.” 

“Thank you.” You make sure to say as she walks out, sending you a smile. You plop down onto the ground petting a few of the kittens that approach you.

“Alright, which one do you want?” Bucky crosses his arms while he admires the small relaxed smile on your face as you lean forward to wag your fingers at one of the kittens.

“I can’t just decide now, Buck. I have to find the one I vibe with the most.” Your mouth pulls down in a frown when something catches your eye after you speak. “Sit.” You pat the spot next to you and Bucky listens without even thinking about it. He only starts to double guess himself when he watches you pick up a meowing kitten that was trying to get through for some food. “Hold her.”

“What, doll I told you I’m not-” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’re placing the cat in his hands and walking towards the food. As he’s waiting for you to come back he realizes that this kitten is smaller than the others.

“I think she’s the runt of the litter.” You state as you sit next to him again with a handful of cat food. You offer your outstretched hand to the cat who timidly leans over Bucky’s own to eat it. Bucky’s heart melts at how you coo at the little thing that’s started to purr against the skin of his hand. And he officially falls in love with her when she takes a break from eating and stares up at him and meows. You see the moment it happens too and smile as he starts to scratch her behind her ears with his metal hand. The way his mouth parts a little in awe as she leans into it is one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen. The two of you are still huddled around her when Mrs. Miller comes back.

“How’re you kids doing- Oh! I think you’ve found your match. She’s a good pick too, a real sweetheart. We had to bottle feed her mainly because she had a hard time fighting with her siblings to get to mom. You two need anything for the road?”

“We should be good. Do we owe you anything?” You stand up and Bucky does too only after making sure the kitten is secure against his chest.

“No, we’re just glad they’re going to good homes.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Just make sure to give her all the love you can. I’m not too worried though she’ll be in good hands with a couple like you.” Neither you or Bucky correct her as you head back to the car wishing her a good rest of her day. 

“What do you wanna name her?” You ask after Bucky pulls over the second time to pull her from your lap so he can coo at her and nuzzle his nose against her fur.

“You can name her doll, it was your idea.”

“I want you to.” He hands her back to you and starts the car back up. It’s a handful of minutes before he answers you.

“Alpine.”

“Alpine?” Bucky nods in response. “That’s perfect. Welcome to the family Alpine.” You kiss her little head and Bucky can’t shake the goofy grin from his face for the rest of the night.

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Sneak Peek of your next treat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Another Lewis denial?"

"You know it!”

You rolled your eyes. When these two decided to gang up on you, you didn't stand a chance. Rolling off the bed, you scurried into the ensuite to grab the rest of your beauty items to pack. Though you knew where each item was, you took your sweet time, not wanting to hurry back into the bedroom for your friends to continue the current conversation.

The vibration of your phone tucked into your front tie top buzzed against your breast. You knew it wasn’t a good thing to keep your phone against your breast, but it was usually always the most convenient place for you.

MSG Lewis: Wheels up at 8 no if, ands, or buts, I’m not even playing, kitten.

You rolled your eyes then tapped out a reply. Before you sent yours another text from him came in.

MSG Lewis: I’m not afraid to leave your ass behind.

“Ha,” you said to yourself.

Opting for a voice reply, you went off.

“Listen you may be a fucking eight-time championship holder and feeling yourself hard over this newly long awaited and much deserved title but don’t get it twisted. I am the life of this party, have always been the life of this party, and will always be the life of this party. Just sit there looking pretty and expect me when you see me.”

You made sure all your sass and attitude dripped from every single word, then hit send with a smile on your face as you waited for his no doubt equally sass filled response. Sure enough about half a minute later you got his reply, a voice one.

“Put some respect on my name and run me my respect. I am an eight-time title holder, and I don’t take anyone’s shit no matter how beautiful they are. Get your fine ass here on time or else, kitten.”

You heard the words he emphasized and the way his voice oozed of authority and control and your belly clenched. Your head went back to the rumors of his dom kink, and you slumped against the bathroom sink with a sigh. It was just another bit of evidence you had to lock away in the untouchable, unspeakable box of things pretraining to Lewis. The man himself was in this box and definitely classified under untouchable. You listened to the message again and clung to him calling you beautiful and pointing out your fine ass. You sighed again knowing that he would see you taking this long to reply as his victory. The man was competitive in everything.

“Or else what? You know damn well that I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky finger. You ain’t goin nowhere without me and that’s that on that!”

You giggled as you send the voice reply. When you turned there stood Gisella and Nikki both with snarky “I told you so, you’re caught” looks on their faces.

“Oh the foreplay is very telling,” Nikki said.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your things and walking back into the bedroom.

“Ugh, whatever. He says he’ll leave us if we’re not on time. So let’s try not to get left ladies.”

You disappeared across the way into your closet determined to finish up everything you still had to do. Thirty minutes you were both in the SUV that had been sent for you with your bags loaded in the back finally on your way to the airfield.

On the drive you replied to the last emails from your agent and editor ensuring they knew you weren’t going to be too attached to your emails. Their reminders to have the rest of the chapters for your book completed by the time your returned from this trip made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

They’d been hounding you for these chapters for three months now. Three months of daily “friendly” email remainders, three months of weekly drop ins to check on” your wellbeing, and monthly sit down meetings that stretched for hours for mapping and plans all centered around this second book that apparently everyone was anticipating. Maybe the anticipation was the reason why you were so reluctant to write it. maybe your stroke of luck with the pen had fizzled, maybe you just weren’t into the idea anymore.

Those were the reasons you gave them when they asked what was taking so long. Those were the PC reasons. You couldn’t very well tell them that your well of inspiration for sex, smut and sultry human connections had dried and caved into the center of the Earth. You couldn’t tell them that you were dry in more ways than one. So instead of exposing yourself in that unfavorable way, you tapped out a very professional response.

Consider it done.

[novicehomemaker]

We had a blast playing Poetry for Neanderthals by Exploding Kittens.  My guests did not want the game to be over.  I was super surprised how much everyone (adults and teens alike) wanted to be the holder of the club to bonk anyone who used a word of more than one syllable.  Object of the game is to get your team (team Glad or team Mad) to guess your word or phrase by only giving clues using one syllable words.  Use a multi-syllable word and get bonked by the other team.  Seriously ...everyone loved this game!  Everyone was set to get their own copy using the code  Poetryparty   

 [Buy 2, Get 1 Free at https://www.explodingkittens.com! Use code: POETRYPARTY]   

Go check out Exploding Kittens.  All the  games I have tried from them have been super fun, funny, and enjoyed by all.  Highly recommend.

[anakintwolegs]

Anakin says, "Mom is having a sale to help fund Pixie's surgery. Please check it out &share if you can' Thank you so much xooxo!" ...

💜 Pixie's Sale to help me fund Pixie's surgery!** My site Tigerpixie.com is 20% Off Everything Now - Sunday June 26th.

**Pixie needs surgery! 😿 We will be taking Pixie out of town to a Veterinary Specialty Surgery Center for surgery. She has an abdominal hernia and her bladder has slipped through the tear. This is not cheap but she is one of my babies and I will do anything for her! So I need to come up with some $funds quickly. So that's why this is Pixie's Sale!

Heat Pressed Items - I'm so sorry I do not have them on my website yet. However if you know of something you would like, Hard Coasters $8 each or 4+ $7 each , Shoulder Bag Purse $30, Extra Purse Flaps $15, Notepad Holder $25, Drink Hugger $10, Coin Purse $10, Mousepad $20, Soft Coasters $6 each or 4+ $5 each etc. Please email me questions@tigerpixie.com and I'll see if I have it or can make it for you (The prices will be the same as they are at my shows.)

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I hope you get to take advantage of Pixie's Sale and find something special for yourself & your cat loving friends and family members!

As always please feel free to email me, questions@tigerpixie.com with any questions, suggestions or requests.

Thank you so much for your support & Pixie Thanks you too!

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*Exclusions - This sale does not apply to Custom Commission Paintings, Wholesale Orders, Etsy, Fine Art America/Pixels or Zazzle.

[televinita]

The blessing/curse of the BiblioCommons library system is that yes, it's fun to be able to keep a record of your checkouts (even if you have to do so manually), but also makes it suuuuuuper easy to see at a glance what's been weeded, and that is never good for my heart.

Because I clearly have too much time on my hands today, as of August 2023, here is the list of what's disappeared from my checkouts of Feb. 2020-March 2022 (when I lost my card/switched to using husband's so I wouldn't have to memorize a new number for Libby, and didn't want to clutter his account with my records) (I do have my own card back now, fyi):

listed in no particular order; year given is the edition's publication year, which is often the same as copyright year but sometimes more recent

Fiction

The Map of Lost Memories - Kim Fay (2012) -- was still on my TBR 👿

The Visitors - Simon Sylvester (2015)

The Swiss Affair - Emylia Hall (2014)

The Dragon Book - various (2009) -- collection of short stories; I'm pissed about this one because it includes a Tamora Pierce story about Daine/Numair/Kitten

YA

The Rules - Nancy Holder & Debbie Viguié (2015)

Bitter End - Jennifer Brown (2011)

Lucky T - Kate Brian (2007) -- tbh it was a miracle that one lasted as long as it did and I know it (never did get around to reading it though)

The Traitor Game - B.R. Collins (2008)

Juvenile Books

The Meaning of Maggie - Megan Jean Sovern (2014)

The Forest Has Eyes - Bev Doolittle (1998) -- dammit, coolest picture book

Letters to Seabiscuit (2003)

Nonfiction

Life at Home in the 21st Century: 32 Families Open Their Doors - Jeanne E. Arnold (2012) -- unsurprising because chunky coffee table book, but man it was cool and fun to look at

Cats in the Belfry - Doreen Tovey (2008)

Roses Round the Door - Doreen Tovey (1982 -- or so the record says but I think it was a bit more recent, maybe also a 2000s edition)

Audiobook on CD

Fish in a Tree - Lynda Mullaly Hunt (2015)

Home in Carolina - Sherryl Woods (2010)

DVD

Childhood's End

TAKEAWAY:

So it's actually not as bad as I thought it might be; this represents only 8% of what I checked out in that time period...but we'll see how it compares the longer I track this stuff.

That said, for all the final-weeds I have managed to get lucky with finding, including some books I really loved, I did not see a single one of these on a sale cart / in a library sale, which is annoying because there are only a few of these that I wouldn't have snapped up. Book fairies! I can't really complain because you do still tip a lot of treasure into my path, but also, COME ON.

[20dollarlolita]

CuratedKawaii Lolita Fashion Mystery Bundle Review

So a while back, I was made aware of this etsy listing:

I love mystery packs and lucky bags. It doesn't matter to me if it's good or terrible. I love me a lucky mystery bag. This listing had just little enough information about it to be unable to tell if it's bad or good, so I went for it. The thing about having this blog is that if something's bad, it's still good blog content.

Ordering process was pretty simple. I believe I had to pick a substyle from a drop-down list and then had a fill-in box where I could list colors and motifs that I want. I picked brown and cream classic. I paid $75, shipping non-inclusive.

Finally got the order in the mail a couple months later, and I had a whole lot of fun with this.

The idea is that the items included would be a full coordinate (minus shoes and petticoat).

Quick little economics comment: buying this is buying a service and a product. I knew going into this that I'd be paying for the curation service as part of the cost, so I was expecting to get less than $50 worth of items. The etsy seller has to make money on this, and you have to know going in that the seller has to make money on this. Expecting every item in the bag to total up to $75 is kind of stupid. This isn't like a AP lucky pack where everything is being sold at cost.

Actually, the price was one of the things that made me so interested. A full lolita coordinate for like $50 of stuff? Color me interested.

So, what did we get in the bag?

Main piece: Love Nadia JSKOP by Bodyline, in brown.

So on baby me's second ever Bodyline order, which I received Dec 31, 2012, I bought Love Nadia in purple, and was immediately disappointed in it. I then cut it up to plan to make a skirt out of it, put it in a box that's now labeled "abandoned projects", and it's still here to this day.

In that time, I've really regretted cutting it up, because I figured it probably wasn't as bad as I remember it being, and I just had a lot of confusion about how I wanted my own body to look.

So the first thing that I checked was to see if the weird printing part was still there. It is. I'd like to let everyone know that, in the past ten years, Bodyline did not fix the weird printing part. However, they DID add a side seam pocket!

Anyway, this wasn't a review of Love Nadia. This is a mystery bag review. I was very excited that there was an actual identifiable brand in the mystery bag. It wasn't super clear from the listing exactly how much experience with lolita the curator had, so I was bracing myself for some quality sweat lolita.

Second item was a cute bolero from Liz Lisa. I did immediately have to put this in the wash because, speaking of sweat lolita, it was a used item and it had a little bit of smell adhesion. But it's a nice cream lace cardigan thingy with a front tie. Love Nadia is not sure if it's an OP or a JSK and so having a shoulder wrap helps me not have to decide if its' a JSK or an OP. I like the term JSKOP, pronounced j-s-ko-p.

All the rest of the accessories are offbrand.

The socks are cream net socks with a little loop opening in the back. I find these so cool because they would probably look like they were trying to be really sexy on me if they were black, but they look just lovely in cream. I could go on a rant about color contrast here, but that's not why we're here. I loved getting some nice and detailed socks that I didn't have to worry about not fitting my kitten-holders.

There were two hair accessories included. Since this was supposed to be a full coord, I decided to try to wear both of them at once. One is a cute little beret with rickrack and a bow. It's got wig clips to help it stay on. I wore this yesterday in my comfy casual coord.

The other hair accessory was a bow barrette with a little lace drape. I think this one was handmade. I don't know who made it, but I really love that there was a handmade accessory included.

Fitting both the beret and the barrette (and keeping track of how many r's are in each word) on my head was a challenge, but I did it.

There was also a tie-on headbow. Since I already had two hair accessories going on, I opted to wear this one as a belt in the context of this coord. I do love me a good head-eating bow, so the fact that I can use this for that is very fun to me.

And then there were some little stretchy pearl bracelets. I wear stretchy bracelets all the time, and so it's good to have some new ones!

Total coord:

I was going to take a better picture without the cat poop box and where I was looking vaguely interested in being there, but Carhartt was in this picture (having just thrown litter everywhere) so we used it instead.

As far as substyle goes, it's very sweet. It's definitely the sweet end of the classic spectrum, and I could even just say it's brown sweet. There are a lot of little details that want to push it over to the classic edge. It's definitely brown and cream.

Functionally, there's a little bit of an issue where too many things want to take up the same space. IDK if the coord was intended to wear the headbow on your waist (but I couldn't find a better way to include it), but that bow sits right where the tie-front of the bolero wants to tie. The beret and the barrette are competing for the same real estate on the head, so I can't wear the beret like a beret without covering up the barrette. I promise that I DO know how to actually wear a beret normally.

In terms of including all the necessary parts of the coord, yeah, we checked all those boxes. Color balance is pretty good. All the colors are incorporated into the coord without leaving any weird blocks of just cream or just brown. I feel like whoever curated this box knows how to wear lolita fashion.

We knew this going in to the idea of getting a coord for <$50 of items, but there is a concern about the overall quality of these pieces. One of the fun things about lolita fashion is that you can balance things into your look. You can use a less expensive or lower-detailed accessory if you put it in a coord with more detailed items. A lot of these items are going to be really useful for me in future coords. However, I've previously addressed the idea of the "faking it" card, where you can only use so many not-quite-right items before it starts overtaking the coord. The accessories are lovely on their own, but when they're all put together, you kind of start to feel it. But this is a solid case of getting what I paid for, and I'm very happy.

Who do I recommend this for? I'm not sure I can recommend this package for a beginner that has no other items. You can build a wardrobe that's more accurate to how you want to coord things with the same money, and get pieces you know you'll use. But I do think that, if you have established pieces to later work the accessories in, it's a really fun sort of surprise gift. If you already wear lolita fashion and you want to try a new color or a new substyle, this can be really good inspiration, and fill in some gaps that you're likely to have as you branch into another direction.

A couple of things that I'd potentially like to see changed about this listing in the future: I'd really appreciate if there were photos of mystery bundles that had already been sent. I get not wanting to spoil the mystery, but taking some good flatlays of the bundles and then adding those flatlay pictures after the buyer reviews the bundle would be a really good addition. There's nothing wrong with the collages as listed, but seeing real items people have been given would help buyers a lot. I think it'd also be nice to drop something like, "This mystery bundle may contain new and lightly used items from Japanese and Chinese lolita brands, nonbranded accessories, and handmade accessories." I bought this partly because if it was terrible, that'd be funny for the blog, but I don't think that the primary audience of this was "people who want to take a gamble on losing their money." These kind of notes would be really helpful for people who were making the decision of if they want to buy.

Another potential option that I would love: CuratedKawaii definitely has good resources for getting fun offbrand and nonbranded accessories. I love my little beret and I love the socks and I love the tie-on bow. I love how well everything worked together. I feel like the budget here is the major limiting factor. While I don't think I'd want to spend $300 on a mystery bundle, I do think there's an untapped market that's at about the same price point as the mystery bundle. Everyone who is reading this and who has a problem where they keep buying dresses and not buying acessories, please raise your hand. Since that's most of us, let me pitch my idea: A mystery accessory bundle, where instead of saying what color and substyle we want, we just tell CuratedKawaii what main piece we want accessories for. I can write, "Hi, I just impulse bought this OP, and have no accessories for it. Please help!" This would give our curator friend a bigger budget to work with, since they don't have to budget for a main piece. I would absolutely LOVE to trust buying accessories over to another person and seeing what they come up with.

So yeah, I had a TON of fun unboxing this. I picked brown and cream because I knew that I needed more of both of those colors, and I love the flexibility of the things that I got. I got a bunch of stuff that I normally wouldn't buy for myself, and I like that I now have a bunch of cool creative items to work with in my wardrobe. I DIY a ton of things, and so I'm already planning how I can change and use the pieces I got to be a little more like I'm used to working with. I asked CuratedKawaii if they planned on putting up a listing for this again in the future, and they said they were. If anyone else out there reads my experience and thinks that it's the kind of mystery surprise that they'd want, I definitely recommend checking them out.

[shawhendriksen99]

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[theangstking]

I posted 16,038 times in 2022

That's 10,640 more posts than 2021!

45 posts created (0%)

15,993 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2

@peridot-the-kitten

@soijusthavetoask

@mxcrowe

I tagged 570 of my posts in 2022

#sky of royals - 23 posts

#the stars' council - 16 posts

#royals interacting - 7 posts

#ddau rp adventures - 6 posts

#!!! - 5 posts

#oh - 5 posts

#i - 4 posts

#nsft - 4 posts

#ceph writes - 4 posts

#pokemon - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but it's actually relatively recently made and very good and once you realize it's not actually classical it's got this distinct style

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

anyone want Drunz?

focusing on Punz having a bunch of rings, and the stories behind some of them. as well as giving Dream a few rings.

a continuation of our previous fic! can likely be read separately but we highly recommend reading the first part in the series first

link in the replies!

16 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

we will not be reblogging or posting anything more than this about the situation with Technoblade, but I feel it's important to say.

take care of yourself. drink water, eat a snack or a meal when you can. do something comforting for yourself. please avoid what could upset you over this. reach out to friends and loved ones, tell someone you care about them. be there for each other.

note - check the replies for our Discord if you would like someone to talk to.

20 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#3

I came up with a new pronoun set, and I figured I'd put it out there for those who would like to use them!

they aren't based around any specific existing thing, but they are rather special to us. I've been getting very much so vibes of like, phoenixes and royalty from them.

- phe/phex/phel/phexself -

phe went to the store.

I am friends with phex.

that is phel cat.

I would ask that these pronouns only be used by plural folks, as they are ones I made for our system as a whole, for our collective pronouns, and feel rather personal and connected to our plurality. whether using them as a collective or as an individual alter, if you consider yourself plural, you are allowed to use these pronouns!

DNI if anti-endogenic. do not use these pronouns if you believe that endogenic systems don't exist.

do not screenshot to "cringe"/"faking system" type things.

this post and these pronouns are not a joke.

43 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#2

anger holders get a lot of stigma surrounding them, so we wanted to make this post.

to all anger holders:

you are loved. you are important.

you play a very important role, that we think you should be proud of. it's okay if you're not proud of it. but we are proud of you.

you are not evil. you are not wrong. you are not a ticking time bomb.

you are valid, you are loved, you are wanted.

you are more than just your role, but your role is still important. an important job, that isn't always easy to handle.

even if you are not proud of yourself, we are proud of you.

it's okay if you don't always handle your anger in the most appropriate or healthy ways. I encourage you to try and learn healthy coping mechanisms, but that's difficult. it's okay and entirely normal to slip up.

you are allowed to be angry. it's healthy.

your role is important.

and you, as an individual, are important.

85 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hello! are YOU (or anyone you know) interested in a DSMP AU RP?

our attempt at making an RP that's relatively chill and low stress, with a comfortable environment! as such, the server is "ask to join".

15+, explicitly safe for systems of any origin! (aka - no anti-endos.)

we, the owner, are an active lurker on the Purpled fan side of Tumblr, and lurk in the Dreblr side of Tumblr. we're also being careful about keeping Discourse and negativity OUT of the server.

the server itself focuses on mostly chat based RP, as though all of the characters are in a Discord server of their own! however, there are also RP channels for "physical" settings!

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as a note, all RP interactions are done using Tupper, so using that bot is a requirement - we apologize if because of this you can't join, but it helps us avoid confusion.

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this is the current character list, anyone without an account tagged next to them is open to claim! (please check the base post itself if you see a reblog of this that isn't from us, as we will do our best to update this to make sure it properly shows who is taken.)

See the full post

221 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

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[poshstory]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Cat Ceramic Chopstick Holders - Set of 6.

[chatonne-rousse]

Turtle-y Awesome

@sketchy-panda sent me the following ask last week:

...and this is the story that sprang from that ask. You never know what you're going to get when you share a headcanon with me! 😉

Read it on Ao3 here.

"...et puit, quand il fut bien certain que personne ne pouvait le voir, Benjamin alluma sa veilleuse."

Adrien turns the last worn page and sets the book beside his knee on Hugo's bed.

"What do you think, kitten? Benjamin was turtle-y being a scaredy-cat, wasn't he?"

Hugo giggles, eyes bright. "He's not a cat, Papa, he's a turtle!"

Adrien nods sagely at his son. "Right you are," he says, patting the book's cover. "If this book tortoise anything, it's that Benjamin is definitely a turtle."

The number of turtle puns in the world is finite, and Hugo has heard his dad tell them all repeatedly, but he still laughs every time. The sound is music to Adrien's ears. He grins as he leans down to tuck the duvet around Hugo's shoulders and lifts his son's dark fringe to place a kiss on his forehead.

"Can we read another story, Papa? I'm not even tired."

Hugo's big green eyes scrunch shut as he yawns widely.

"Mmhmm. I can tell. You know what?" Adrien grabs another stuffed turtle from the bookcase and tucks it in beside the Carapace plushie already cradled in Hugo's arms. "Monsieur Vert looks very tired. He was almost sleeping over there! Maybe if you hold him really, really gently, that will help him fall asleep. I'm sure Carapace is tuckered out after a long day of superheroing, too."

"He is," Hugo says, nodding. He strokes his little hand up and over Monsieur Vert's soft shell. "I'll help them, Papa."

Adrien smiles even as his chest squeezes with emotion. "I know you will, my kind-hearted kitten." He can't resist pressing another kiss to Hugo's forehead and delights in receiving a loud, smacking kiss to his own cheek in return.

The turtle lamp on the nightstand is switched off and the Carapace nightlight beside the bookshelf activates, dim light glowing green through the plastic.

"Bonne nuit, ma petite tortue."

He watches his son cuddle his turtle and Carapace close as the closing door slowly eclipses the bed in shadow from the hallway light. Leaving the door open a crack, Adrien listens for a moment as Hugo gets comfortable in his bed.

He smiles as he pads down the hall toward Emma's room to join his wife for another round of goodnight kisses for their precious kittens.

*****

"Kitty, this is getting ridiculous. How is that the only thing he wants for his birthday?" Marinette shakes her head, but her grin betrays her lack of any real annoyance.

Adrien rubs his face and groans. "I know. Believe me, I know. Can you imagine if Nino knew?"

That surprises her. "You haven't told him? I told Alya ages ago when he said Carapace was his favorite." She thinks for a moment. "I don't think I've shared the, um...depth of the obsession, though."

He stares at her, deadpan, before they both laugh.

"Turtles I could handle, Mari. They're cute. They're green." He bats his eyes at her and she swats his arm playfully. "But Carapace? Carapace? When Chat Noir is right there? I don't get it."

"Awww, Chaton. Is my kitty jealous?"

"Of course not," he says, pouting, though he can't keep up the ruse and his smile breaks through. "Okay, maybe a little."

"Nino made a wonderful hero, and is the perfect holder for Wayzz, and you know it."

She scooches closer to him on the sofa and rubs his back gently. His eyes close for just a moment before opening them to find his wife gazing at him with what might just be his favorite look in her eyes - a teasing glint, a touch of heat, and an endless well of love. Everything goes fuzzy momentarily, but he catches her next words clearly.

"Besides, my favorite hero will always be Chat Noir. Always."

"Yeah?" he breathes.

She nods.

Her eyes go wide when he hauls her petite frame from the sofa beside him and settles her across his lap. She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck and presses a kiss to his lips.

"What a coincidence, My Lady," he murmurs into the whisper of space between them, "because my favorite hero--" He pauses, kissing her again, "is also Chat Noir."

There's a beat of silence and then she's laughing, pressing her face into the crook of his neck to muffle her giggles. His arms tighten around her shaking shoulders as he laughs along with her, swept away by the sweet sound he will always love. There's no joy in the world quite like making his wife laugh.

"You know I'm kidding, Bug," he finally whispers into her hair when their laughter subsides. "Emma and I share a favorite hero. The greatest of all. Prettiest, too. Oh, wow, is she ever beautiful. And strong. And smart."

"Rena Rouge?" Marinette asks cheekily, her nose still pressed to his neck.

"Nooooo," he croons, tickling her sides until she laughs again. "It's Ladybug, jumping above, Lady magique et lady chance!"

"Kitty, no!" she begs through her giggles, "Don't get that in my head!"

"Too late!"

He silences the last of her laughter when he captures her lips with his, twin sighs mingling in the late-night quiet of the living room.

With forever in his arms and their shared future asleep down the hall, Adrien simply loses himself in this blissful moment, forgetting that their baby will turn five next weekend, that the passage of time is as inevitable as the dichotomy of creation and destruction. Wrapped up in his wife, time seems to stop altogether. Marinette - her love, her care, their unshakeable bond - is eternal.

But of course, the clock still ticks. And when they part a few minutes later, after one last kiss and a nuzzle of her nose against his, he still has to ask.

"So we're really throwing Hugo a Carapace-themed birthday party?"

She nods. "Yep."

"And we're buying him the new Shell-ter Secret Hideout Super Bunker, complete with Carapace action figure, power-ups, costume changes, a Turtle-mobile sports car that Nino never had, and four different colored shields that he also never had?"

"There's a jet, too, for some reason. But...yep."

Adrien nods slowly, a smile spreading across his face. "He's going to love it."

"Oh, he is," she affirms, her grin matching her husband's. "And so is Uncle Nino."

He snorts a laugh and pulls her close once more, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

"This'll be hilarious."

Marinette smiles against his shoulder.

"Yep."

*****

Everything is green.

Their normally colorful apartment seems to have transformed into an emerald dreamscape that doubles as a turtle sanctuary.

Everything is green, and there are turtles everywhere.

Sea turtles, tortoises, turtles of all kinds - including a certain turtle-themed superhero - adorn every surface. Adrien had been surprised by the amount of Carapace party merchandise he was able to find online. He's used to the numerous Carapace items in Hugo's bedroom, pieces he's added to his collection one by one over the past year or so. But this, his best friend's face dangling from streamers, emblazoned on little party hats, is just a little weird.

He's proud, though. A little jealous, a lot amused, and very, very proud. No desperately sad, pitifully lonely teenage boy has ever found a better friend than Nino Lahiffe. He's the brother of his heart, the mellow to his anxious, the staunch protector of their little group of best friends and hero teammates. Adrien has to admit that Hugo has great taste in favorite superheroes.

Someday he'll discover that his idol is also his Uncle Nino, but today is not that day. Today, the magic and wonder still shines in his son's eyes, and it's a beautiful thing.

Adrien putters around the kitchen making last-minute preparations to the food and drink selection, making sure there are plenty of cups and plates (all printed with a Carapace action scene, of course) stacked on the island. Oddly, he couldn't find Carapace napkins to go along with the other paper goods, but Marinette had saved the day by snagging a pack of sea turtle patterned napkins that coordinated perfectly in a pinch.

He smiles at the thought of his resourceful bug, his grin widening as he hears her welcome guests at the door. This is followed by a squeal of glee when Hugo and two of his classmates run off to his bedroom to play. Adrien shakes his head, still smiling. He'll have to lure them out in a bit with snacks and the promise of gifts and cake.

It's not like he doesn't already know from several years of experience that children's birthday parties are mostly adults mingling and intermittently making sure the kids don't get into too much mischief as they play together.

He takes the spinach quiche from the oven where it was warming up and sets it on the table with the other food, rebelliously placing a black potholder with a neon green pawprint pattern under the hot ceramic dish.

A towering, tiered tray of green macarons has pride of place on the dining room table, the top half of each cookie painted to look like a turtle's shell in edible glittering gold. They look almost too pretty to eat, and the same goes for the expertly-decorated turtle cake nearby, made by Hugo's grandparents and brought straight from the bakery for his big day.

The vegetable plate is an array of green, from broccoli to peppers to celery. The party has barely begun, but the celery is already running low, thanks to Emma's clandestine snacking in the hours beforehand.

Everything is green, and Hugo loves it. And that's what it's all about, really.

*****

Adrien is on his way back from checking in on the now half dozen kids playing in Hugo's room when he hears Alya's laughter from the entryway. Clearly she's spotted the party decor. He rounds the corner to find Marinette hugging her best friend, Alya's pregnant belly only getting in the way a bit and not stopping her from throwing her arms around Marinette's shoulders.

"Sorry we're late, Mari," she says, then pitches her voice to a stage whisper. "I had to pee. Twice." She leans back from the hug and cradles her bump. "Actually, I'm just going to..." She points down the hall, and Marinette laughs.

"Go for it, Als. We've all been there."

Nino is still crouched by the door, helping his daughter out of her jacket and shoes. He just shakes his head and laughs. She races off to find her "cousins" and Nino stands, kissing Marinette on each cheek and wrapping Adrien in a hug.

Surveying the apartment over Adrien's shoulder, he claps him on the back and says, "I love what you've done with the place. Very inspired design choice."

Adrien rolls his eyes and all three of them laugh.

"Hugo is obsessed with turtles. You have no idea."

"Oh, I think he has some idea, Minou." Marinette smiles at her husband over her shoulder, linking arms with Alya when she joins them again and ushering her into the green-bedecked living room.

He glances sidelong at Nino with a sheepish grin. "This isn't too weird for you, is it? It was all Hugo's idea. He hasn't stopped talking about his 'Carapace Turtle Party' for weeks," Adrien says, air quotes included.

"Nah, mec, it's cool. Kind of flattering." Nino raises an eyebrow and laughs. "What do you think he'll say when you tell him someday?"

Adrien just shakes his head. "Probably ask if you can adopt him and be his dad instead." His smile is teasing but just a touch rueful.

Nino laughs again. "No way, man. Number one, I've already got enough kids. Number two, you're the best dad. They love you like crazy, bro. Seriously."

His chest fills with warmth. Nino is such an incredible friend. And he's right (about the last bit, at least).

"They're incredible, Nino. Being a dad is..." He trails off, unable to find the words.

"I know, dude." He claps Adrien on the shoulder. "They're a pain in the ass, but they make up for it by being totally awesome."

Nino glances around, finally spotting the table full of green food and turtle-themed treats.

"Wait. Bro. Is that a turtle cake?"

*****

"You know," Nino says a few minutes later, washing down a matcha macaron with a swig of turtle punch, "I could get used to this. It would mess with my head, but after a while--" he looks at the cup with his face on it and shrugs, "it's not so strange. Better than having my face plastered on a billboard outside the Galeries Lafayette."

Adrien groans. "Et tu, Brute? Why would you remind me of that?"

"Because I can." Nino takes another bite of macaron and nudges his best friend's shoulder, laughing.

*****

As the kids snack and carry on, Adrien finally decides it's time to let his best friend see the Carapace shrine that is his son's bedroom.

Nino takes in Hugo's completely green, turtle-filled bedroom as Adrien waits with bated breath beside him for his reaction.

It is, as usual, relatively chill.

"Little dude has good taste!"

"Indeed." Wayzz peeks from Nino's collar with a pleased smile on his face. "The turtle has always symbolized wisdom, strength, and longevity." His tiny smile widens. "I'm also partial to the color green."

Nino steps farther into Hugo's room to examine the bookcase. "I...did not know they made this much Carapace merch."

"Believe me, there's more. We have to draw the line somewhere." Adrien closes his eyes and sighs. "Although he does brush his teeth with a Carapace toothbrush."

Nino's laugh starts as a snort and builds when he spots the Carapace wastebasket beside Hugo's bed and the Carapace plushie propped against his pillow. It turns positively raucous when he sees his best friend's face.

"Holy crap, dude," he wheezes. "This is hilarious. You must be so jealous."

"I am not!"

"You totally are."

"Well--" Adrien sputters, "Marinette is, too!"

"Not as much as you are, Kitty!" she calls from the living room.

Adrien throws his hands in the air. Nino doubles over.

"Chat Noir is cool, too," he mutters, petulant.

A still-laughing Nino pats his arm consolingly. "If it makes you feel any better, Chat Noir is my favorite hero...after Rena Rouge."

That actually does make him feel better, but he's not telling Nino that. Instead, he just grins a sly half-smile at his best friend. "Good save, man."

"Hey, I know which side my bread is buttered on, mec. Don't act like you don't."

Adrien is helpless to the smile that spreads across his face.

Nino groans. "You've been married for seven years, dude. Are you ever not going to go all gooey just thinking about Marinette?"

Adrien quirks an eyebrow and glances sidelong at him. Nino nods once and pats Adrien's shoulder.

"That was a dumb question, wasn't it?"

"Yep," Marinette says from the hallway behind them.

Adrien's heart beats faster at the twinkle in her eye. He wonders how much she heard. Probably all of it - she always did have sonic hearing, but motherhood seemed to ramp it up to eleven. Not much escapes his wife.

"Time for cake and presents," she announces. "Nino, you can revel in Hugo's Carapace shrine later."

"And I will, don't you worry," Nino says with a laugh as he turns to head back to the party.

Adrien throws an arm over his best friend's shoulder and smiles brightly at Marinette.

Hugo has merch, but Adrien has a real, live Ladybug who promised eternity to her Chat Noir. He holds his own favorite superhero in his arms every night, and nothing, nothing compares to that.

*****

Surrounded by wrapping paper and bows, the birthday boy sits on the floor with one last gift in front of him. The box is taller than he is when seated, and he has to stand up on his knees to tear the paper off the top. As soon as he can see what's inside, he shouts with glee and jumps to his feet. Overjoyed, he scampers around the coffee table to his parents, first thanking Marinette with a hug and kiss, then getting swept up in Adrien's arms for a bear hug.

The fact that Hugo doesn't push away from him to return to his barely-unwrapped gift is not lost on him, nor is the fact that he abandoned it and thought to thank them first in his excitement.

Sometimes Adrien feels like he's been given so much more than he deserves. Marinette alone is a blessing beyond his imagination, but Emma and Hugo, too? It's too much and he knows it, so he holds them close and relishes every single moment like this one with his little boy hugging him tight and murmuring thanks into his neck.

A few minutes later finds Hugo examining every detail of his new treasure (after Adrien wrangled all the parts out of their plastic-encased prison).

He claps his hands when he sees that this set comes with a bonus Chat Noir action figure in addition to Carapace and his shields of many colors.

"Maman!" he cries, jubilant, holding Chat Noir above his head so she can see. "Look! It has Chat Noir! You love Chat Noir!"

Blushing, Marinette pointedly avoids looking in the direction of the two moms of Hugo's school friends who've stayed for the party but smiles widely at her son. "I do. He's my favorite superhero of all time."

Hugo nods, turning to his dad where he sits beside him on the floor, struggling to snip the tiny plastic anchors holding each piece to the cardboard backing.

"See, Papa? He's Carapace's sidekick."

"Hey!" Adrien says indignantly. He looks up from the mess of cardboard and plastic in his lap as Marinette, Alya, and Nino laugh.

Nino, best bro that he is, chimes in. "Nah, little man, Chat Noir is no one's sidekick. He's way too brave and cool for that." He grins at Hugo and points first to the Carapace action figure on the coffee table and then to Chat Noir in his hand. "They're a team. Best friends and superheroes at the same time. That's why they're so awesome."

Hugo looks at the Chat Noir figure for a long moment. "Wow," he breathes. "Chat Noir is as cool as Carapace." He says it like a revelation that's rocked his entire worldview.

Alya sniffles and Marinette hands her a tissue.

"Okay, but Ladybug is still the coolest," Emma pipes up from Hugo's other side.

All the adults besides Marinette nod. Adrien reaches around Hugo to pat Emma's back.

"You're absolutely correct, kitten."

Marinette blushes again and Alya blows her nose.

Hugo tucks Carapace into the driver's seat of the Turtle-mobile with Chat Noir beside him as his passenger, racing the sports car across the rug toward his friends so they can play with his new toys, too.

Adrien looks from his son to his own best friend, and Nino gives him a thumbs up and a grin.

*****

Later, when the dishes are washed and their living room looks slightly less like a turtle habitat, Adrien sits on the sofa with a cup of tea and watches Hugo play with his new, treasured birthday gifts. The Shell-ter Secret Hideout Super Bunker is open, its many accessories strewn around Hugo where he sits cross-legged, Carapace in his left hand and Chat Noir in his right.

"I'll protect you!" "Carapace" cries, Hugo's voice pitched to sound brave and true but still carrying his sweet child's tone.

"Thank you for keeping My Lady safe, Carapace!"

Adrien snorts a surprised laugh into his tea. "Chat Noir" speaks in a husky growl, though Hugo gives him a note of cheery confidence, as though he truly appreciates Carapace's brave deeds, as though Chat Noir can take the decisive cataclysmic swing knowing his beloved partner is safe from harm.

And honestly, Hugo has the right of it. Adrien wonders how his son could possibly know that this exact scene - with slightly different dialogue, of course - played out many times over, years before he was born.

Hugo mimics the sound of an explosion, then an "oof!" as Chat Noir falls to his back but springs up again quickly. Just as Carapace returns to Chat's side with a confident, "What can I do to help save the day, Chat Noir?", Marinette's hands snake around Adrien's shoulders from behind, surprising him.

He sets his mug on a coaster on the end table and wraps his hands around her forearms, pulling her in closer. Leaned over the back of the sofa, she nuzzles his cheek with hers before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I think we pulled off the dream turtle party pretty well, don't you, Chaton?"

"Oh, we turtle-y did."

Adrien delights in the huff of laughter she exhales against his cheek. That might be the most overused pun in the house, but sometimes it still lands just right. They watch Hugo play, matching grins making their cheeks press closer together.

"Looks like that was one shell of a gift, eh?"

He swoons dramatically, his head falling to the back cushion of the sofa so he looks at Marinette upside-down. "My Lady, you know what it does to me when you pun."

"Oh, I do," she says, completely unapologetic, and boops his nose.

He just has to lean up to kiss her because, well, she's so beautiful and he loves her so much and she's right there.

They break apart a moment later when they hear Emma call for Marinette from her bedroom. She plants one last upside-down kiss on his forehead and lets her hands drift slowly across his chest and shoulders as she stands.

She gives him a wry smile. "Duty calls."

"Hmmm," he hums thoughtfully, picking up his tea and taking another sip. "And here I thought her name was Emma."

Marinette groans at him as she walks away, and the sound catches Hugo's attention.

"Papa? Will you play superheroes with me?"

Of course. Always. I will never, ever be too busy for my kittens, he thinks.

"Sure, buddy," he says instead.

Finishing his tea in one big gulp, he slides from the sofa and scampers on hands and knees like a giant cat to where his son is playing. Hugo giggles at his dad's ridiculousness.

Adrien takes stock of the many accessories scattered around the play set and asks, "What are Chat Noir and Carapace up to today?"

Hugo explains the situation, the bad guy's motives, and what the heroes need to do to save Paris from disaster. Adrien listens carefully. Looking up at him with green eyes that match his own, big and wide and crinkled at the corners with his happy smile, Hugo offers the Chat Noir action figure to his dad.

"Will you be Chat Noir, Papa? He's Carapace's best friend in the world and they need to work together to save the day."

Adrien cradles the action figure in one hand and gently pats the pocket where Plagg hides with the other. His kwami presses a paw against his chest in return. Overwhelmed, all he can do is grin at Hugo and try not to cry.

"It would be my greatest honor," he vows grandly, holding up a hand in oath. "I purr-omise to be the best hero I can be. Cat's honor."

Hugo laughs. "You said honor twice."

"So I did. That's because it's very important."

His son nods solemnly, then reaches for Carapace's super jet. He places the hero in the cockpit and flies the jet around his head, making zooming noises.

"Are you ready, Chat Noir? I'm coming to pick you up!"

The jet has only one seat, but that doesn't seem to bother Hugo. Adrien readies the tiny plastic baton in Chat Noir's hand and uses it to vault from his own knee into the imaginary sky over Paris.

"Meow-velous!" he crows, delighted. "This cat is ready to be whiskered away in your very realistic jet! Allons-y, my turtle friend!"

Hugo giggles, Adrien's heart melts, and they set off on a grand adventure together.

[yong-bokk]

all in ¹

pairing: special agent ! han jisung x reader

genre: frenemies to idiots to lovers fluff with a dash of sad

warnings: mentions of drug dealing and someone got shot

u are !! angry !!

no

scratch that

u are ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノFURIOUS!!! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

ur pen magically disappeared from your pen holder. AGAIN

and this time it’s the new carrot-shaped one you just bought

٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶

u don’t need to be a detective to figure out the culprit behind this

bc it’s who else other than,,,,

“HAN JISUNG”

hyunjin, putting on his earphones: “here we go again”

“yes, love?”

GOD u wish u could wipe that cute stupid smile off his cute face

“STOP. STEALING. MY PENS.”

(○｀д´)ﾉｼ Σ(っﾟДﾟ)っ

u’re going to sue chan

why chan, u ask

bc “bickering with han jisung daily” was definitely not part of the contract he gave u when u decided to join the skz criminal investigation division

but here u are

shooting glares at the special agent sitting at his table across yours, filling in paperwork with your carrot pen

and that’s just how everyday is

he teases you all the time and takes ur things

you take revenge by stealing from his ‘secret’ lollipop stash

“STOP. STEALING. MY CANDIES.”

you, popping one into your mouth: “i literally don’t know what you’re talking about, love”

(ง •̀_•́)ง “u come near my babies again and i’ll FIGHT u”

he says that

but jisung always buys more of your favourite flavour

he'd rather quit than admit that to you though !!

the two of you bicker 24/7

and everyone else just wants you two to shut up and kiss

i mean

it’s not like u two hated each other or anything

hate is a strong word

and deep down the two of u know it’s all just friendly banter

and u know this because

there was this one time

u had to stay up late to catch up on the biggest pile of paperwork u’ve been procrastinating on

at god-knows-what-o’clock u decided to rest ur eyes

just close them for a couple of minutes,, right? (◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍)

wrong!

u ended up closing them for a good HOUR before waking up and realising that u

one: did NOT finish the pile of work u promised chan u’d hand him that day

and two: overslept and is most definitely very, very late to a very important meeting

u wanted to cry but fuck u didn’t even have the TIME to cry

just when u thought ur day couldn’t get worse

it suddenly rained hard when u were just 5 minutes away from the office

( ◞‸◟)

sorry reader

that day was just /not/ ur day

u stepped into the office shivering like one of minho’s kittens after a bath, drenched from head to toe and creating mini puddles wherever u stand

u barely sat down when jisung threw something at u

honestly u were about to yell at him but then u saw

?????

he threw u his hoodie

and sweatpants

and also the warmest towel

and u just sat there staring at him bc ur last half of a braincell was: surprised

“hurry up and go change before u catch a cold, dummy”

u would’ve smacked him for calling u a dummy on any other day

but u made ur way to the restroom and changed

jisung’s hoodie felt way better than the soaked dress shirt you had on

it he smelled nice too

u’ll never know how chaotic his heart became when he saw u waddle back to ur desk looking like the absolute love of his life in his clothes

han jisung on the outside: ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎

han jisung on the inside: ⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ㅅ⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄ AKJSDFSDFASKDJ

u also don’t know this but han went to chan that day and asked him to let u off the hook for being late that day

he also asked for half of your paperwork

but this one u found out

bc u bumped into him walking towards chan’s office holding a stack of paper with a bright yellow post-it on top of it

and your name written on said post-it

“is that,,, my paperwork?”

…………

“,,,,no?”

“han jisung”

“alrightyeahmaybe…..”

“u-u did my paperwork for me?” (˃̣̣̥^˂̣̣̥`)

“don’t think too much of it, i was uh- i was just bored WAIT WHY ARE U CRYINGKSJDF”

that was a one-time thing

but yeah u definitely don’t hate jisung

and u’re pretty sure he doesn’t hate u too

even if u purposefully annoy each other on a daily basis

“i hate paperwork”

“yn if u say that one more fucking time i SWEAR-”

“u’ll do it for me?” (◕ᴗ◕`)

“U WISH”

:(((((

hyunjin: “okay shut up lovebirds. i have good news and bad news, which one do u want to hear first”

“good….?”

“good news !! you don’t have to do paperwork”

＾ワ＾) “and why is that?”

“bang chan is assigning u on another undercover case”

“that’s not bad news hyun-“

“-with jisung”

＾ワ＾) ?????!?!???!?!?!WHAT

u physically can’t even be together with jisung for longer than 2,5 seconds without start bickering with each other

what does he MEAN chan is assigning u two on an undercover case

“which part of ‘i’m assigning u and jisung on an undercover case’ do u not get”

“IT’S LIKE U DON’T EVEN KNOW US CHAN”

“listen . it’s a one-shot mission and i’m sure the two of u won’t fuck up. me assigning two of my best agents for this case is a well-thought decision”

( ´•︵•` )

ok so the case

a new club recently opened in town

and it’s currently the most popular one bc the owner is a very famous millionaire and has his famous guests over all of the time

however

there has been a couple of reports asking the officials to check for some suspicious activities going on inside

the reports seemed valid considering how details from different sources matched with each other

but the police can’t just barge in and do a thorough check

bc the one who owns the club is kind of a big deal

so ;—;

u and jisung

dressed up in the prettiest fanciest celebrity-like fits u own

in u go

it didn’t take the two of u long before u gathered up information

all u had to do now is catch them in the act and get rock solid evidence

it was supposed to be a simple fishy drug trade in a very fancy club’s private bathroom

from one of the stalls u got clear view of everything happening

but u weren’t paying attention

one second u were done sending the pictures to hyunjin

the next second u heard jisung yell ur name and suddenly someone’s on the ground ( ｡ _ ｡ )

turns out that someone barged in, attempting to shoot u but jisung got to him first

but they both didn’t miss

jisung took a bullet to his shoulder instead of u

from then on

ur body autopiloted and everything else was a blur

u helped him apply pressure on the wound as u requested help

guilt swallowed u whole when u saw him wince a little bc he thought u weren’t looking :((

the ambulance came and chan and hyunjin followed not long after

u just let them move jisung onto the stretcher and followed silently, not letting go of his hand

:(( jisung thinks seeing u like this hurts more than his wound does

“it’s okay, i’m okay. it’s not ur fault, yn”

he gave u a smile and squeezed ur hand but u know he’s just saying that bc he doesn’t want u to feel bad and worry

if it weren’t for bang chan asking u to stay for a couple of statements,

u would’ve gotten into the ambulance with jisung

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

but u went to the hospital right after

u waited outside during the surgery and u saw him for a little while when he was still asleep

u haven’t seen him again since then

the next few days jisung was in the hospital, everything felt so… empty

the office felt so empty without jisung

u didn’t even know why u kept staring at his table

it wasn’t like he was going to pop out of nowhere

but (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) u wish he would

hyunjin followed u everywhere and made sure to drag u away from paperwork for breaks and lunch

felix made u ur favourite batch of cookies in hopes u’ll cheer up

lee know even came in with two bags full of ur favourite snacks

“he’s not dead, yn”

but u know he was worried too

the office was just so gloomy without jisung

u can’t believe u’re saying this but u miss him

u miss bickering with him

u miss his stupid laugh when u yell out his name

u’d even let him steal all ur good pens if it means he’s going to be okay and come back

:(

by the end of the week, chan finally had enough

“yn u know u can’t keep doing this to urself”

“do what”

“come on, if there was one thing u hate the most it’s paperworks and u've been throwing urself into that without a single complaint.. it’s honestly quite concerning”

･o･ “u… called me in bc i wasn’t complaining about paperworks?”

“we both know why u’re here >: and i’m not talking to u as ur chief, i’m talking to u as a friend >: ”

……..

“i just miss him so much…. and it’s my fault, chan, it’s my fault he got hurt like that and he kept saying that he’s okay but-“

u felt bad for bursting out to chan like that but he was the one who cornered u first so >:

u walked out of chan’s office eyes puffy and although the others probably heard, u still hoped they don’t see u like this

u were about to dash for the restroom and hide there until ur eyes de-puff but

“i didn’t know u’d miss me this much”

?

???

?!@#$*(!@#$)!&@#%

u whipped ur head so fast and there han jisung was wearing his cute stupid smile

normally u would’ve thought of a snarky comeback already

but seeing him there right in front of u after a whole jisungless week

and after ur little breakdown session with chan

u couldn’t help but burst into tears again and hugged him like he was going to disappear if u didn’t hold him tight enough ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

jisung bit his lip to hold back a wince but couldn’t help and let out a little hiss when u bumped into the bandage on his shoulder

“i-i’m sorry”

u pulled away a little feeling bad for hurting him but he had u in his arms once again, holding u just as tight

“i’m perfectly fine, see? i’m not going anywhere, u can’t get rid of me that fast”

(´ •̥◡•̥ `) jisung smiled so wide when he heard ur tiny giggle

his babey ! no longer sad !

god knows how long the two of u stayed there hugging

until u heard someone clear their throat

that someone being chan

“i’m sorry but can u hug somewhere else, i really need to go”

bonus:

“wait u’re already discharged from the hospital?” (• . • ?)

“i heard u missed me and i can’t let my baby miss me any longer”

“han jisung-“

“i mean, i can’t say i didn’t miss u too-“

“U STILL HAVE UR HOSPITAL BRACELET ON U DID U RUN AWAY?????!!!!”

“……..i? discharged? myself?”

hhhHHHHhhhhh