#at least he got the queen of Hawaii’s name right. I think.

[sleepdepravity]

I appreciate addison’s apparent distaste for American colonialism of Hawaii but I get the feeling that I’m not ever going to see this event mentioned in any book about queen lilioukalani.

[arianna-bradshaw]

Wet Dream

Summary: Rooster and Bulldog with a one bed trope basically; Bradley has a wet dream🤭

TW: 18+, Smut, Drinking, Teasing, Grinding that's kinda dubcon bc he does it while he's asleep??

WC: 1.7k

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It wasn't often that the Dagger team would have leave at the same time, but one year after the Uranium Plant Mission they all had a two month leave. A trip to Hawaii seemed perfect and almost everyone went. Hangman and Phoenix, a recent couple were going; so were Payback and Fanboy with their girlfriends, even Bob brought his wife. Rooster and Bulldog were the only single ones and decided to make it cheaper by sharing a room at the Hale Koa. 3 weeks in paradise were much needed for the group and when they arrived, everyone immediately relaxed.

After a long day on the island, you all finally could check into the hotel, and get some sleep. Jet lag wasn't really a thing for you guys, so used to traveling across the world with no time to rest. Though the activity filled day definitely tired you out.

"Hi can I check in for Bradley Bradshaw." Rooster yawned, standing at the front desk.

"Of course, so we have a single Queen Suite, correct?" The woman asked, clicking through her system.

"There should definitely be two beds," He frowned, but alas, the hotel was booked up and now Rooster and you were stuck for three weeks with one bed.

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"I'll just take the floor or something it'll be fine." Bradley shook his head as we got to the room.

I frowned, "C'mon Roos, it's three weeks. There's no way that'll be comfortable. This bed is huge. We can share."

That's how you ended up here, laying in an oversized shirt and sleep shorts; Bradley pressed firmly against your back. You definitely remember falling asleep on opposite sides, but now you were in the middle, a sleeping Rooster- with no fucking shirt on- cradling you. As if that wasn't enough, he had a distinct… problem pressing against your ass.

Of course, you just tried to go back to sleep, but it was 4am, and his muscular chest against your shoulders as well as his hard on were hard to ignore. So you just grabbed your phone and sighed, at least you could scroll through the pictures from yesterday.

It was only a few minutes later when Bradley shifted his hips- and then again. All of the sudden he was softly grinding against your backside and your eyes widened. You should wake him up, but the idea of how mortifying that would be for the both of you prevented any movement. You gently tried to move to the otherside of the bed but then you heard it.

A small moan of your name off his lips, okay that kinda changed things. You were already turned on by him pressing against you but that…. That was a lot. You sat up quickly and pushed yourself away, taking in a shaky breath.

A few hours later he woke up, and rubbed a hand over his face. He blushed when he caught sight of you, already dressed in a tiny sundress that hugged your curves, the outline of your bikini obvious.

"I'm uh… gonna shower." He said quickly, rushing into the attached bathroom. You all met for breakfast downstairs, and you both would blush at any eyecontact. The plan was a beach day, since it was right outside the hotel; and Phoenix and Hangman tagged along. Your baby blue bikini complimented your body, and Bradley's pink flamingo shorts… well they suited him.

You were lounging in the sand with Phoenix when she mentioned it.

"So did you two finally fuck or something, you can barely look at eachother."

You turned deep red and shook your head. "I woke up last night, and I think he was… having a really good dream- about me." You mumbled.

"Oh my god, did he like… wake up." She asked.

"Nope but he moaned my name and grinded on me. God it was so hard not to fucking jump on him." You groaned.

"Does he know you know?" Phoenix asked.

"No! I got ready before he was awake, but I think he remembers the dream. Considering how he's been acting."

That's how it started, you knew that she had told Hangman, who told Payback- who passed it down the line. You knew their mission- get the two of you together. No one said anything to you, but as soon as you were in Phoenix and Hangman's suite playing truth or dare you knew something was up. The game got raunchy quick, even though it was mostly couples (so no random kissing or anything). Bob and his girlfriend were dared to do body shots, Hangman gave Payback a lap dance, Phoenix had to tell the story of her and Hangman's mile high club time which resulted in Rooster yelling, "Dude me and Bulldog were right fucking there!"

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, "Fine, Truth or Dare Rooster." She smirked.

"Truth," He shrugged, knowing that a dare would probably mean stripping or possibly doing something with Bulldog- he could not handle a hard on right now.

"What was your most recent wet dream?" She asked, "With details."

You hide your surprise in your beer, eyes widening.

Rooster blushed and ran a hand over his face. "I uh, it was… I was on base in my barracks with someone and we- you know."

You blushed and fidgeted with your glass.

"Who was it?" She asked.

"Can't give away all my secrets can I?" He winked at her, and turned to you.

"Y/N, truth of dare?" Rooster asked.

"Uh truth." You bit your lip.

"What's your biggest kink?" He said, smirking.

"Oh… I don't know. Maybe like- choking or something." You blushed, it was an easy answer, but no less embarrassing. He nodded and looked away.

The game continued and eventually it was Bob's turn again. "Bulldog, I dare you to… kiss Rooster." Of fucking course you had to pick dare, you figured that Bob would be nice, but no.

You blushed and looked over at Rooster, biting your lip. He shrugged in approval and you scooted closer. He was bright red, but so were you. You placed a hand on his chest and kissed him, his hand fell to the side of your neck and pressed gently; pulling you closer. It wasn't until Hangman smirked and said, "Get a room," that you both quickly pulled away, looking down.

"It's your turn." Bradley whispered to you, and you nodded. "Rooster truth or dare?"

"Dare." He said, smiling softly.

"Take me back to our room." You whispered in his ear. He nodded eagerly and stood, grabbing your hand. You ignored the whistles and lude jokes as you left quickly. As soon as you were in the hallway he pressed you against the wall, kissing you deeply again. "C'mon Roos- we're just a couple doors down." You whined.

Rooster nodded quickly, grabbing your hand tightly to lead you to the door, and a shaky hand uses the keycard.

Once inside the room, he pushed you against the closed door, a hand groping at the bare skin of your thighs. He groaned, pulling you towards the large bed.

"Bradley please." You moaned, peeling off the sundress and shimming out of your underwear. He had already pulled off hin tangtop, and was fidgeting with his shorts button.

Once he was undressed he crawled over you, pulling you into a deep kiss; one hand cupping your cheek and the other groping your exposed chest. You moaned softly against his mouth, moving a hand to grip his aching cock. He gasped quietly, kissing your neck.

"Fuck, Bulldog. Need to taste you." Rooster mumbled against your skin, kissing down your stomach.

"Please, need you." You whined, squeezing your thighs together. But a strong pair of hands gripped them apart. Then Rooster's head dipped between them, licking a stripe over your cunt, moaning at the taste. You weren't much better, gasping and gripping his hair with a loud moan.

"Fuck Bradley." You whimpered as he dove in, licking inside you and running his hands over the soft skin of your thighs. He brought to fingers up to tease your entrance as he moved to lick your clit in a fast rhythm. You pulled his hair harshly and moaned in time as he thrust his fingers into you; curling them up. He pulled back, staring at you.

"You're so fucking wet, baby? All for me, huh?" You nodded in response, head falling back.

"Always, Roo. Always been for you." You whined, he groaned and went back to work. He was tuning your body, plucking every string to prepare you for orgasm. In just minutes he had you squirming and whining out his name as you squirted on his fingers; he lapped at your cunt- groaning as if it was fucking nectar of the Gods.

He kissed gently at your hips as you panted in relief, eventually tugging his head up to kiss you.

"That was so fucking hot baby." Rooster groaned, kissing you deeply. "Can I fuck you? Please." You nodded quickly in response, spreading your legs wider. He gently pushed in, kissing your neck. He groaned lowly as he settled inside you, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. He panted above you, watching your face carefully. When you nodded and bit your lip he started thrusting.

You could tell he wouldn't last long as he wanted, if his moans and groans were anything to go by. He set a brutal pace, stroking every part of you. You moaned, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

After a few more minutes of pure bliss he groaned. "Fuck Y/n, I'm close, darling." he stuttered, pulling your body against his. You nodded, "Me too, Bradley." He groaned and bit at your neck. When he finally moved a hand to your clit, you whined and watched him. You feel apart, cumming on his cock and he followed with deep grinds- finshing deep inside you.

You both panted as he fell beside you, nuzzling you close. "That was amazing." He grinned, kissing your temple.

You giggled and nodded, "It was," you gently pet his hair. "We needa clean up, love."

He nodded in response, groaning as he got up. After a long relaxing shower, you were cuddled in bed- in one of his shirts and comfortable underwear; him only in boxers.

"Next time you have a wet dream about me, tell me." You giggled, nuzzling his strong chest.

He blushed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Noticed that did you?"

[karlajoyner]

Can you do a smut piece with Owen where he takes you to Hawaii and you guys meet up with the cast and everything, but then later that night he takes you back to the bedroom to show you some real fun. Ik you get this for a while, can’t wait for your other work love your writing style.

So Needy (Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys I hope you like this one! I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a week I had a lot of shit to do but I have a few imagines done and I'm working on the rest of my requests so I could hopefully open them up again soon. Also Alex and Reggie now have last names and I’m 1000% freaking the fuck out because it was the last thing I was expecting . I’m gonna go back eventually and put them in all my imagines. And yeah....totally didn’t make me go back and watch the show for the 12th time. It’s a problem....it’s fine. Anyways Enjoy! (Sorry for any typos I always fuck up but I’ll go back and fix them later)

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut! (18+)

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I walked into the airport tiredly. Thankful it was at least somewhat empty.

"Owen why'd you book our flights so damn early?" I asked my boyfriend who was walking to my left.

"I didn't book them. Charlie did" He stated my gaze moving to the boy on my right.

"I should have known. No one but a psychopath would book a flight at the ass crack of dawn" I spoke earning a laugh from both boys.

"To be fair I thought you were a morning person y/n/n"

"Oh I am. When it's 8:00 o'clock and past that. I do not enjoy having to wake up at 4:00 o'clock in the morning to get ready. I mean seriously Charles it's still fucking dark out" I pointed out.

"Oh man. Alright I'll take that into consideration"

"Be lucky you didn't have to deal with her when the first alarm rang" Owen said making me glare at him.

"I love you baby. You know that but you just get so grumpy" He spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Did you just compare me to one of the seven dwarves? Fine. Alright. I get a little grumpy. But that's only because I have to be the big spoon too"

"Oh my god man your the little spoon" Charlie laughed as we arrived to security.

"You swore you wouldn't tell anybody" Owen whisper shouted.

"Yeah well that's just me being grumpy. Sorry babe"

"No it's cool. It's cool. Just wait until tonight" He whispered the last part in my ear before letting me go ahead.

"Seriously Charlie a knife? You tried to bring a knife on a plane?!" I asked exasperatedly as we boarded the plane.

"I didn't know they wouldn't let me bring it"

"I think it's a given that they wouldn't let you bring it dude"

"Yeah yeah"

"Well paybacks a bitch huh Charlie?" I joked handing Owen my carry on so he could put it above our seats.

"Haha y/n. I'd like you to remember that your stuck on this flight with me for the next few hours so I'd be a little nicer"

"I just can't wait to tell Jer about this" I said taking my seat next to the window. Owen taking the one to my right.

"Owennn your girlfriends being mean" Charlie complained earning a laugh from the blonde.

"I'm sorry Charlie but I can't do anything. The more she's mean to you the less she's mean to me" Owen said making me giggle.

"He's not wrong" I grinned intertwining our fingers and placing a quick kiss to Owen's cheek.

"That's all I get" He questioned making me playfully roll my eyes before pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Better?" I asked pulling away.

"Much" He smiled widely.

"You guys better not do that the whole plane ride"

"We won't. Gotta save something for tonight man" Owen joked. My elbow instinctively shoving itself into his arm as Charlie began to laugh.

"Ouch"

"Funny how you think your getting some tonight" I muttered.

"Am I not?"

"We'll see" I responded putting in my AirPods as the two boys began to conversate.

"Do you see your bag?" I questioned my boyfriend. We'd been stuck at baggage claim for ages trying to find Owens green suitcase.

"Nope"

"Owen" I groaned.

"There! There it is!" He shouted excitedly.

"Oh yes!" Charlie cheered as the bag reached our area.

"Let's get out of here"

"And just like that I hate airports" I said as we walked past random strangers.

"Y/n!" I heard a familiar voice shout. My eyes quickly spotting the source.

"Tori!" I screamed letting go of my boyfriends hand and running towards the girl who had her arms wide open.

I giggled engulfing her into a tight hug before turning to the rest of the group behind her.

"Kenny!" Owen and Charlie greeted their director.

"It's good to see you guys too" Jeremy spoke up.

"Care!"

"Y/n I'm so glad your here"

"I'm glad to be here. It's always good to see you too Jer" I spoke hugging him after I hugged Carolynn.

"Finally someone who appreciates me" He said making me throw my head back in laughter.

"To the hotel!"

"So what took you guys so long?" Jeremy asked as the 7 of us lounged around the pool.

"Yeah we were at terminal like 40 minutes after your flight landed.

"It's a long story"

"Speaking of stories" I smirked looking at Charlie.

"Don't" He warned pointing a finger at me.

"I didn't say anything" I giggled, back stroking away from the group.

"So me and Care we're thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow you in?" Tori questioned swimming with me.

"One hundred percent" I said glancing at Owen who was laid back on one of the lounge chairs near the pools edge. He looked so good with his swim trunks and his damp hair.

"So then we decided we'd just save it for Saturday before Care left" Toris voice brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"I did not" I muttered.

"And why is that?" She asked teasingly poking my side.

"Because my boyfriend is sitting a few feet away and he looks like that" I internally groaned.

"I say you go get him" She grinned at me.

"Not yet" I mischievously smiled swimming back towards the group.

"It's so cold" I stated getting out the pool and grabbing my beach towel. Wrapping it around me.

"Aww come here" Owen said opening his arms widely.

I simpered making my way over to him and laying down in his embrace.

His arms immediately wrapping themselves around my soaked body. His bare chest coming into contact with my partially covered one.

"You guys are too cute" Tori teased.

"Not cuter than us though right?" Carolynn joked hugging Tori.

"No. Never" She responded making us all laugh.

"I'd like to propose a toast" Kenny spoke holding up his drink.

"To friends"

"To family" Charlie followed.

"To love" Owen said making heart skip a beat as he lifted his drink in the air.

"Cheers" They spoke in unison lifting their drinks to their lips. Owens beautiful green eyes never leaving mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too Owen" I whispered placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Why don't we head back to the hotel for some real fun?" He suggested quietly making sure no one heard.

His hand running up and down my arm soothingly.

"Hmm is that your attempt to get me into bed?"

"Why? Is it working?" He asked making me smirk.

"So we're doing dinner tomorrow night right guys?" I asked sitting up straddling the boy beneath me. Rejoining the conversation our friends were having.

"Yeah. Kenny was telling us about this great place his friend recommended" Jeremy explained as I shifted a bit to get comfortable.

A pair of hands landing on hips.

"Oh really? Tell me more about his place Kenny" I said moving again hearing a small groan escape Owens lips as our thin clothed fronts rubbed against each others.

A wicked smirk forming on my face as we listened in on Kennys description of the place.

"It sounds fantastic. Doesn't it sound fantastic Owen?" I questioned my boyfriend shuffling again.

"Yeah. Yup sounds great. Listen it getting late guys. I think we're gonna head back to the hotel" He voiced sitting up as well.

"It's only 6:30 dude"

"Yeah but we just wanna have time to shower and get dinner. You know together. As a couple"

"Right.....well have fun you two" Kenny said awkwardly as I stood up along with Owen.

"Oh I'm pretty sure they will" Charlie joked causing me to snicker at the boy.

I quickly collected the remaining of my pool things saying my fair well goodbyes to our friends. Or tried.

Owen was clearly in a rush to get to the hotel.

"Don't leave me" Tori said hugging me one more time before we left.

"Sorry to break it to you but she's gotta go" Owen said removing the girls arms from my body and pulling me away.

"Bye!!" I waved to the group who were all cackling at Owens behavior.

"You didn't have to be so pushy" I muttered as we walked into the hotel lobby.

"Pushy? Please you knew what you were doing" He whisper yelled dragging me along the hallways towards the elevator.

"And what was I doing?" I asked stepping in immediately feeling my back pressed against the cold wall.

"You tell me" He whispered inching his face towards mine. I watched as he pushed the button to our floor before looking back at me.

I took initiative crashing our lips together. Feeling his hand land firmly on my waist as the elevator came to a halt signifying we were on our floor.

"Come on" I spoke rather harshly dragging him towards our room.

"Who's being pushy now?"

"Owen I swear to god if you say another word I will lock you outside and make myself cum got it?"

"Yes mam" He said taking my bag while I unlocked the door with my key card.

Immediately upon opening the door I felt the back of my bikini come undone the top falling to the ground.

Turning around I saw the childlike smirk on my boyfriends face as he shut the door behind us. Making sure to lock it.

I smirked back with the same look on my face. Biting my lip in anticipation as Owen moved forward wrapping his arms around my body.

"Your so-" I didn't let him finish as I crashed my lips onto his wanting to feel him closer.

He was quick to respond deepening the kiss as he back me up onto the queen sized bed in the middle of the suite.

"I can't even get a word out geez" He joked pulling away.

"I'm sorry baby what were you gonna say?" I teased as his body hovered over mine. My body prepped up on my elbows to get a better view of his face.

"I was gonna say your so needy"

"I'm the needy one? Really?"

"Well it's obviously not me"

"Care to test that theory?" I suggested watching his face scrunch up in confusion.

I pecked his lips one more time before using all my strength to flip us over so he was on his back. I moved my body over his so I was straddling him now. A grin appearing on my face.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good right now. I just need you to do what I say. Got it?" I whispered watching him nod his head rapidly, clearly intrigued at my proposal.

I leaned down kissing him passionately his hands finding my waist with ease. Slowly grinding down onto him earning a moan from the blonde. I bit his lip as we roughly fought for dominance.

Owen letting me win as soon as I began to palm him through his swim trunks.  I pulled away moving down slowly until I was in front of him on my knees.

"Oh fuck baby. You look so fucking beautiful" He bit his lip taking a hold of my hair.

"No. You can't touch me. That's the only rule" I stated pushing his hand away.

"I can't? Why not?"

"Because I said so. Now are you gonna let me handle your little problem here or not?" I teased him, rubbing my hand against the fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck okay baby. Just- just do something" He pleaded. I smirked knowing I had it in the bag now.

"Take them off" I demanded. Sitting back as he removed his shorts along with his boxers letting his dick spring free.

I took the shaft pumping it a few times. Teasing the tip, even swirling my tongue around it earning a loud groan from Owen himself.

I slowly started pumping his length before placing my mouth on it. Beginning to bob my head up and down, feeling Owen thrust his body upward in attempt to get more of himself inside my mouth. His fist balling up and clenching the bedsheets tightly.

I hummed in response as moans escaped the boys mouth while I sucked him off. Eyeing him closely through my eyelashes seeing his head tilted back and his eyes were screwed shut made me even more excited for what was coming.

"I'm so close y/n" As soon as he said that I pulled away from him with a pop watching as his eyes shot open.

"W-what the hell?" He asked clearly confused.

"I'm just tired. Think it's time for bed no?" I questioned going to pick up my bikini top.

"No- No what the fuck babe" He spoke from behind me.

"Well I just th-" My words were cut off by a yelp as I was tossed back onto the bed.

"We're not done here" He spoke lunging on top of me quickly pressing his lips onto mine.

I sighed contently wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer as we made out.

"Who's the needy one now?" I whispered pulling away earning a scowl from him as he undid the strings of my bikini bottoms.

I shivered as I felt his tip align itself at my entrance. He didn't hesitate to push himself into me immediately filling me up. Something he'd never failed to do before.

I moaned as he began to move at a rather hasty pace. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled him back down making our lips meet once more while the noise of our bodies colliding echoed through the room.

"Faster" I mumbled into his mouth.

A familiar feeling pulling at the pit of my stomach. My orgasm becoming very close as Owen picked up speed. My legs wrapped around him as we struggled to stay in place.

"Owen" I moaned out as I came all over him. His orgasm hitting seconds later.

"Shit" He panted as he pulled out of me. Our liquids spilling out onto the comforter.

"Your calling for new sheets" I stated trying to regain my breath.

"That was so worth it baby" He spoke pecking my lips before getting off of me to go to the bathroom.

I smiled as he walked out with a towel, coming over to clean me up.

"I love Hawaii" He said making me giggle.

"Do you now? I wonder why?" I joked sitting up. Coming face to face with my boyfriend.

"But I love you more"

"Say more things like that and we'll be in bed the whole week" I spoke wrapping my arms around his neck. Giggling as he pushed me back onto the bed once more.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex Mercer x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

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[jasmine-the-fox]

Loose the model but win a hero

Here we go part 5!! I’m super excited for this and i’m going to do my best for this chapter because this is where were going back and forth from Metropolis, to Paris to Hawaii and back... So here we go!

Chapter 5: Meeting the Super’s

Previous First

Mari got to know Jon even more then before, he had a sorta group of friends but she couldn’t meet them “They live outside of Metropolis and I need to go see them, I end up living with them every time” he explained making her nod in understanding from what she could understand they all live in the West side of Jump city.

But for her to meet them wouldn’t happen anytime soon...

It sucked and Jon wanted her to meet them all, but things were happening... That being them being with there families at the moment, so for now she would need to wait until school start again for her to meet them “I’m pretty sure my parents uncovered a bunch of stuff about you and are going to ask my friends and I to transfer to your school” he said making her blush at the idea of having a group of people knowing her life in Paris.

But then again... Jon did believe her...

When they got into the fabric shop, Mari went further into what she went through at school, how her teacher and principal don’t call Lila’s mom or asks for a doctor’s paper, how they allow Lila to lie to her classmates, how her classmates demand Mari brings proof and when she does it’s not enough to them, how when Lila accuses Mari of doing something to her she doesn’t need to show proof and her classmates will attack her... Jon felt the urge to break something.

His dad was also feeling the same way, he was listening in on them through his super hearing and heard everything she said... He just wanted to destroy her school and get her principal and teacher arrested, even ruin her class from getting any job they hoped for... While Lila is deported and is never heard of again, but he knew it wouldn’t do go so for now he would need to wait while he watched his son be happy with Marinette... He wondered if they had feelings for each other, kinda like him and Louis now that he thought about it.

“Hey Jon... Can I ask you a question?” Mari asking something like that was a surprise to Jonathan, Mari was always straight to the point and nod... She sounded worried about something “Sure Mari, what’s up?” he asked back and it somehow clamed her down enough that he noticed it from her body language “Do you think... I’m a doormat? You know with how I did everything my classmates wanted me to do?” she asked, it actually surprised Jon because he didn’t know what to think about that... Then again she only told him about what her classmates did to her because of Lila.

“You would need to explain on that part. Why would you think something like that about yourself?” he asked and this caused Mari to go on the defense… it was like what she was about to tell him... It might destroy something inside of him, and it was bad enough that she would be scared of telling him all of a sudden “You... You need to promise that... That this stays between us... No one can know!” she claimed making him nod in understanding... Resulting in her relaxing a but before taking a breath... And telling him everything.

Now he and his dad really wanted to kill that class...

Back in Hawaii...

Kagami had arrived from her competition and Luka was relaxing already, it felt nice to them right now and the fact that Mari wasn’t with them right now... Felt strange to them, of course Pollen, Plagg, Longg and Sass were relaxing together like there holders were doing... But they were watched by Sabrina “Which miraculous you think Mari will give Sabrina?” Adrien asked out of the blue, they all began to think about it... And sadly nothing came to mind, there was a limit of miraculous that had been used and so far none of them would be good to match with Sabrina “It can’t be the fox, turtle, bunny, horse, monkey or mouse... None of them would match her like ours do” Chloe claimed making them nod.

This meant that it must be a miraculous Marinette has yet to bring out...

For now they had to wait until she was with them to talk about that part, so for now they would relax “My queen, I believe that the guardian will give Sabrina a miraculous when she sees the time comes for her” Pollen explained making Adrien look confused about that “What do you mean by that?” he asked making the four kwami’s turn to him “You see kid, now that Marinette is the guardian... She is way more powerful, you see when an akuma will appear she can sense what miraculous is missing to the team to join in battle” Plagg explained to him.

“Which is why Fu turned to her, he knew Marinette would be a better guardian then he was by keeping us hidden” Longg said making them look at one another “Is that why she gave Kagami and I the miraculous back under the condition of a new name and look? Because we were needed?” Chloe asked as Sass sighs “It is more then that, you sssssee Marinette can ssssensssse when someone matches a miraculousssss... Because there ssssoul matches the miraculousssss...” he said as Pollen then spoke “There was another bee holder in Paris, but the guardian chose you, as for Kagami she was the only dragon holder” she explained making them nod.

In a way the two girls felt... Honored about this, the fact that Mari could have gotten the other possible bee holder showed Chloe had worked hard enough to keep it, as for Kagami she knew Mari could have gone to find another dragon holder and have them live in Paris but she didn’t and instead kept Kagami, but now they had a job to do, they still needed to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura “We need to also stop Lila and her crimes... She’s also part of this as she does work with Hawkmoth of her own will” Luka whispered making them nod, Sabrina had filmed Lila grab an akuma to get herself akumatized making them have proof about her.

“We still need to talk to Mari about our plan on Lila, she’s the one who started this whole thing and she’s the one who makes the plans so we need her to guide us” Adrien said making them nod, Sabrina during this time was looking on social media to see Marinette’s new post “Hey! Mari is hanging out with Clark Kent and Lois Lane’s son Jonathan!” she claimed making them move to her side to see the picture... She was right, right next to Mari was Jon himself, she had tagged him to the post saying how he took her to have the best coffee in Metropolis and how she wished they had this in Paris.

“She is so going to use the horse to get some” Kagami claimed making them smile and laugh at how right she was, Mari was a coffee addict and needed every morning some sort of coffee concoction to wake her up or to stay awake and no matter how hard they try... They can’t keep her away from it, but still it was nice to know that it wasn’t mixed with a bunch of stuff to keep her awake so it was nice to know that “At least she can drink a normal cup in Metropolis without getting weird looks when she tells someone what’s in her coffee” Chloe claimed making them nod to that fact, there had been a number of times she was asked about her coffee and the number of things she has in the cup of hers... Always made people look at her like she was crazy.

But then again... What else was new?

Back in Paris...

Caline Bustier was doing her best to remember the excuses Lila gave her to not give homework or for being absent for some time... Pretty much everything, she needed to do this in order to explain all of this to Lila’s mother, she had the woman’s number and remembered to have called her once but simply hung up before Caline could speak to her, it was strange but she was certain that it was Lila’s doing, now she was working on her list of excuses Lila gave her so when she speaks to Lila’s mother she can tell her everything that the girl has done in reality and figure out if those trips, injuries, connections, gifts and diseases were true.

Once she wrote everything down, she looked everything over three times before making the call, if she was right then the woman would be at work on her break “Embassy, Rossi speaking” the woman’s voice was different from Lila “Hello miss Rossi, i’m Caline Bustier, Lila’s teacher. I’m calling to talk to you about the best way to help your daughter more at school since she has been traveling with you when she first arrived and is still missing many assignments to make her pass the year” she explained, she wasn’t lying even, Lila is missing a bunch of work and has kept on pushing it back for months.

“What? There must be some mistake, we have been in Paris for years! And she told me the school was closed for months because Ladybug and Cat Noir couldn’t take care of the akuma” the woman replied making Caline sigh “I was afraid of this... It would seem your daughter lied to the both of us and the principal” Caline replied and began to read over the lies Lila spoke since she got to there school... And there were many lies so it took her a while to read them all to miss Rossi... But she was certain the mom was getting furious towards her daughter for lying “I’m also afraid that she has caused a number of problems within my class, a girl named Marinette has been claimed a bully by your daughter... I believe Marinette knows Lila is lying and has spun it around to make it look like Lila was the victim from the start” Caline explained with a sigh.

Miss Rossi was silent after that, not a word was spoken from the woman... Caline worried she did something wrong at some point “How bad is it... Her school work” the woman spoke just like that with hidden anger in her voice “If Lila doesn’t turn in any work next year, not only will she be staying at the school to do the years all over again... But she will also be forced to go to summer school” Caline explained after looking at a paper that was written in her handwriting the consequences of Lila’s missing grades, she knew this was going to happen in the end since Lila was always told about it if she didn’t turn anything in and now... This will be what happens if she doesn’t do it still.

Caline Bustier was certain when miss Rossi thanked her and hung up... That she had sent Lila Rossi into the Lion’s den called her mother.

Back in Metropolis...

Lois had at last spoken to every person who’s number Jon got her, with all the info she gained thanks to them... She would be making the publishing news of the century... Ruining a number of lives as she was certain people from around the world will read it and translate it so everyone can understand it, not only that but she was making sure to make it in French too so to send it to Paris on purpose so they too will know the truth about Lila Rossi and what she did to a number of lives... Because that girl had a huge number of skeletons in her closet, and Loui cracked that closet wide open to reveal the truth on the Italian girl.

And she didn’t care how badly she ruins that girls life... She asked for it the moment she met Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Next

[maddiewritesstucky]

Call me maybe (but only during business hours)

A smutty gift for @raynakiasbel​, for her endless patience with my infuriatingly slow writing and inability to focus on one thing at a time! 

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3308

Tags: CEO Steve, College Student Bucky, Poorly-Timed Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Light Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones

Part 1 of the SugarVerse series on Ao3 

Bucky is most definitely not watching the clock.

His eyes have absolutely not been glued to the LED display on the bedside table for what feels like a hundred goddamn years, watching the little white lines form number after number, blinking their way into the formation that will mean he can pick up his phone, and call Steve.

That would be all kinds of pathetic, and Bucky is not that kind of boyfriend.

He’s certainly not the kind of boyfriend who’s already fixing to climb out of his skin on day three (three!) of Steve’s out-of-town business trip. Bucky is one of those autonomous, self-sufficient boyfriends, who is entirely too busy with his own obscenely full schedule to care about the fact that he’s not getting dicked down at his every whim this week.

He has midterms to study for, and hours to log at StarkTech to go towards his internship, and Nat’s surprise birthday party to plan even though she’s literally impossible to surprise…he doesn’t have the mental real estate to spare on thirst right now. He might have become a whole other kind of hoe since being exposed to the many splendors of Steve Rogers’ cock, but twitching for it before they’ve even hit the seventy-two hour mark?

That would be highly problematic, if that was happening.

Which it isn’t.

Bucky is well accustomed to flying solo when Steve’s off in corporate alter-ego mode; he’s done this countless times over the past few months since he moved in with Steve, and he’d made his peace with it long before that. You don’t couple up with the CEO of an internationally renowned architecture firm and expect to see his face at the dinner table every night, and for the most part, Bucky has no complaints about having the stupidly plush bed all to his starfishing self a few nights a month.

It’s just...there’s a method to this, usually. And that method does not involve three entire days of near radio silence.

When Steve goes away, even on his busier trips, he always finds time to call Bucky at least once a day, even if it’s just five minutes as he’s crawling into bed to say goodnight. They’ll text, and Steve will send emails that are endearingly formal because his brain tends to stay in CEO-mode 24/7 when he’s on business trips, and they’ll generally tide one another over with tidbits of cyber-affection until they get back in the same physical space.  

But this time? They’ve hardly been in contact at all. And it’s on Bucky, too, at least in part - he’s been swamped with his own workload the past few weeks, struggling to find quality time or head space even in the few days just before Steve left, and all they’ve managed so far is a few sporadic messages in their rare moments of down-time, which have so far been chaotically misaligned.

It’s been a drag, if Bucky’s honest, and he can occupy himself all he wants with his exam prep and his party-plotting, but at the end of the day…

Bucky’s just a boy, laying in front of a clock, asking his dick to hold out just a few more minutes.

Because right now, it’s 10:42pm.

It’s 10:42pm, which means that in exactly three minutes, Steve will be sliding into the crisp white sheets of whatever lavish hotel bed he’s being put up in; buck-ass naked because he’s as stringent on his no-pyjamas policy as he is on his bed time, and in exactly three minutes…

Bucky’s gonna call him, and phone-fuck the soul right out of his offensively perfect body.

He flips onto his back and nestles into the pillows, a dumb grin already fixing to his face in his hormone-fuelled stupor. The lights of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows bathe his naked skin in soft orange-gold, and his hand migrates of its own accord to the semi he’s been rocking ever since it occurred to him that he could just straight up call Steve and spring a jerk-sesh on him.

The whole thing feels deliciously sneaky-skanky. He’s never done this before, just cold-called Steve with an x-rated agenda. They’ve had phone sex before, a great many times in fact, but there’s always a lead-in; a text exchange turned sordid that spirals into a video call straight out of Bucky’s horny teenage fantasies. 

But he’s never gone in jizz-first, ask-questions-later, and as certain as he is that Steve will be entirely on board, it feels just risky enough to have Bucky a little high off the adrenaline of it.

Here lies Bucky, Queen of the Sluts! Stretched out bare atop cream colored sheets, lit up by the New York skyline! Dick in hand and filth on the tip of his tongue!

He is power! He is scandal! He is ready for this!

He pulls the lube out from its hiding place under the pillow and slicks himself up, stroking slow as he tries to summon some small measure of nonchalance about the whole thing. He has a vision for how he wants this to go, and it does not involve him losing his cool the second he hears Steve’s voice on the other end of the line.

This is about seduction, about surprising Steve with some old-school nasty, no video or visuals involved - just Bucky’s filthy mouth and vivid imagination, and he’s determined to keep it together long enough to paint Steve a picture he can jack it to.

He pulls up Steve’s contact and waits out the final torturous minute with his heart in his throat, hitting the call button the second it ticks over to go-time. He hits the speakerphone button, dropping the phone onto the pillow next to him, and holds his breath through the four rings it takes for Steve to pick up.

“...James?”

And oh, but that bodes well...Steve uses his real name in two contexts, and two contexts only - when Bucky visits him at work and he’s in business mode, and when he’s got Bucky flat on his back underneath him, letting him have it.

If Steve’s already keyed up tonight? This just got a lot more interesting.

“Mm, there it is,” Bucky heaves a deep sigh, “that’s what I needed, that voice...”

His mind’s eye conjures up visions of Steve spread out across the bed, taut lines of muscle and bare flesh all laid out. He’s probably just had a shower, so his skin would be all warm and pink, smelling like soap and aftershave; his hair all fluffy from that irreverent way he has of rubbing it towel-dry...god, Bucky misses him.

“James? Are you alright?”

He can practically hear Steve’s brows drawing together in that way they do when he’s overworked; a tight-wound tension in his voice that Bucky has every confidence he can allay before the night’s through.

“Mm, be a lot better if it was your hand wrapped around my cock right now,” Bucky drawls, rolling his body for his audience of no one, “but I guess I’ll just have to settle for fucking my fist to the sound of your voice. Can you hear me touching myself, Daddy?”

He breathes a soft groan as he strokes himself slick and languid, and Steve is silent for a long moment that Bucky’s brain is all too happy to color in with pornographic images of how Steve might be listening; where his hands might be wandering, how his cock would be filling at the mental picture Bucky’s painting. Bucky thinks this might just be the best idea he’s ever had, and he doesn’t hold back on letting Steve hear exactly how good he’s feeling about his decision...

...Until Steve clears his throat, and unceremoniously hits him with an ice-cold dousing of you-done-fucked-up.

“I’m in a meeting right now, I have two clients with me.”  

There is zero inflection in his tone, and if Bucky thought he had experienced true panic before, he was mistaken. He can physically feel himself paling; his mouth dropping open soundlessly, humiliation warring with plain confusion as to why the hell Steve is still working at this ridiculous hour.

And then it clicks.

Horribly, harrowingly clicks.

Steve isn’t working at stupid o’clock at night.

In the perpetual haze of Bucky’s overworked brain and Steve’s ever-changing schedule, Bucky had forgotten that this trip was taking Steve to Hawaii.

For Steve, it isn’t slutty phone-sex hours. It’s very sensible, 4:45pm strictly-business hours.

“Ohmygod,” Bucky gasps, bolting upright and looking desperately around the room like it might hold the solution to his colossal screw up, “Steve, I completely forgot--”

“Mr Barnes, I can give you exactly two minutes of my time right now because I realize it’s been difficult to touch base recently,” Steve interrupts, his tone cooling abruptly with the air of professional detachment and veiled authority Bucky’s heard him use on work calls a thousand times. “Can you tell me exactly what the issue is with the redesign?”

...Bucky blinks, breath caught in his throat as he scrambles to string together some sense from Steve’s response.

Steve hasn’t mentioned any specific projects lately, is Bucky supposed to know something about a redesign? Was there something he--

Oh.

Oh.

His brain and his dick catch on at the same time in a borderline painful rush of blood. He hears Steve pull back from the phone to address his clients, placating them with an apology and the assurance that this won’t take long, and Jesus Christ...Steve is actually doing this.

Steve is actually going to let this happen, going to let Bucky have one-sided phone sex with him while he sits there in some boardroom, with actual clients sitting right in front of him.

What the fuck.

Bucky’s breath leaves him in a rush as he drops back against the pillows and wraps a frantic hand around himself. “The issue is you’ve been gone three fucking days and I wanna sit on your face.”

“Mm, I see why that’s problematic,” Steve muses, cool and unaffected, “what exactly do you need from me?”

God, Bucky can just picture it - Steve sitting there looking like a fucking wet dream in one of his distractingly well-fitting suits, with his hair swept perfectly over and his beard trimmed just close enough to show off the sharp cut of his jaw; radiating that air of quiet authority that makes Bucky want to bounce in his lap until he dies...

Bucky knows for a fact that Steve’s face will be betraying precisely none of what’s happening on the other end of the line, and why the hell is that such a turn on?

“Well I was gonna describe in graphic detail all the things I want you to do to me when you get back,” Bucky huffs, breaths coming faster already, “but if I’m on the clock now, guess I’ll have to settle for sayin’ I need you to bring that dick home ASAP...fuckin’ miss it.”

“I see,” Steve sighs, “well I’m not back in New York for a few days yet, how do you plan to manage this in the interim?”

Bucky curses under his breath, tightening his grip on himself. “Just have to fuck myself, imagine it’s you.”  He sounds every bit as unconvinced of the efficacy of this plan as they both know he is, and Steve hums thoughtfully in response.

“I’m going to need more detail, paint me a picture here.”

Bucky knows he’s blushing, feels the heat of it all the way down his chest, and fuck this shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Dirty talking at Steve and getting nothing back but clipped responses, void of emotion and the usual undercurrent of affection he’s become accustomed to?

Work-Steve needs to come to the bedroom more often.

“I’ll touch myself, like I’m doing right now,” he twists his grip a little on the upstroke, hissing at the change in sensation, “get my fist all wet and tight around my cock...pretend it’s your mouth.”

How close are Steve’s clients sitting to him? Steve wouldn’t be letting this happen if there was any way they could hear...but what if one of them has some kind of medical condition that gives them enhanced hearing? What if one of them can read minds and is hearing this entire conversation play out in stereo quality in their head?

Why is there a part of Bucky that hopes one or both of those things are true?!

“...And?” Steve prompts, almost brusque, and Bucky gives himself a second to revel in the way his dick twitches for the hard edge in Steve’s voice.

“And I’ll, fuck- ” Bucky stutters, rocking his hips with the rhythm of his strokes, pushing himself up through his grip, “I’ll use my toys, fingerfuck myself.”

“Right, well why don’t you go ahead and start that for me now,” Steve says, off-hand; pulling back from the phone to place an honest-to-god coffee order with the oblivious intern who’s now seemingly in the room too, and Bucky’s never felt more of an affinity for the whole bored-and-ignored thing.  

He slicks up the fingers of his free hand and shifts a little onto his side, hiking a knee up as he slips a finger inside himself.

“Can I take that as a yes, Mr Barnes?” Steve asks at the breathy moan Bucky lets out as he presses in first with one, and then with two fingers, and Bucky nods frantically even though Steve can’t see him.

“Yes, fuck...I'm doin' it...feels so fucking good, Steve.”

And it does. It’s a difficult angle, and he can't quite hit the spot he wants to inside himself, but the steady stroke-tug against his rim while his fist flies over his cock is working for him; winding him towards what would, in any other non time-constrained circumstance, be an embarrassingly fast orgasm.

He can hear Steve shuffling papers, making quiet sounds of agreement along with whatever conversation is going on in the background between his clients whilst they wait, unknowing, and Bucky can’t decide whether it’s a blessing or an immense disappointment that Steve has to bite his tongue right now; that he can’t unleash any of the filth he’d definitely be spitting if he didn’t have an audience. 

Steve fucking loves to run his mouth, and Bucky loves to hear it; lives for the endlessly colorful obscenities Steve comes out with in the throws of it.

Just listen to you, he’d be laughing a little; his voice dripping with that indulgent, self-satisfied grin he gets, so goddamn easy for it, ain’t that right baby? Three fuckin’ days and you’re gagging for it...should be ashamed of yourself…

But Steve is in a very public forum right now, in the middle of a meeting no less, trying to give the impression that he’s very decidedly not having phone sex. Right now, he’s Steve Rogers - CEO, consummate professional.

But he is also an asshole, and when he asks Bucky “do you feel you have a firm grasp on the situation, or would a second set of hands be helpful on this one?” Bucky swears he can hear that faint hint of a smirk all the way across the fucking country.

“Might just have to go find myself a second set of hands if you stay away too long,” Bucky retorts, emboldened by the distance, and a little morbidly curious to see what sassing gets him when Steve can’t say shit about it.

Turns out, what it gets him is a full-body shiver and a throb between his thighs as Steve’s tone dips to somewhere in the realm of politely-veiled threat. “I would not advise that, Mr Barnes.”

It occurs to Bucky, then, that this won’t just be done and dusted once they hang up. At the end of the week, Steve will come back to New York, and he will absolutely have some Things To Say about this little interruption.

He can picture it now, the way Steve will stand there all calm, staring him down with his mouth upticked at the corner while Bucky fumbles his way through an explanation. 

He’ll probably do that thing where he doesn’t say much but his eyes say everything, and Bucky will have to try really hard to seem remorseful even though they’ll both know he’s not actually all that sorry. And Steve won’t want him to be, not really, but it’ll be something he can use to their mutual benefit, nonetheless.

Fuck, Steve might spank him.

Bucky smothers a moan into the pillow next to him, twisting his fingers inside himself and brushing his thumb across the head of his cock as he turns that thought over, Steve bending him over his knee, or better yet, over his desk...

“Oh,” Bucky gasps, a sudden rush of heat twisting tight in his gut, “fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Steve huffs a vaguely incredulous laugh, and there’s a faint creaking sound like he’s settling further back in his chair. “Oh really? Who authorized that?”  

Bucky lets out a deeply undignified whine, his whole body strung tight enough to snap; caught between the sensations of his hand moving frantically over his dick and his fingers scissoring inside himself.

“Come on,” he whimpers, teetering on the knife edge of losing it, “tell me I can finish, please.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Oh, fuck him, fuck him...how is he still edging Bucky when he was the one who put the rush order on this?

“Please, Daddy,” Bucky doesn’t try to hide the desperation in his voice as he changes tact, “if you don’t authorize this orgasm I think I’m gonna go blind, just fucking let me come!”

Steve pauses a beat, humming a considering sound. “No, I’m not comfortable signing off on that. We’re tabling this until I get back to New York.”

Bucky freezes, both hands stilling; his face crumbling into a mask of abject disbelief.  “You can’t be serious?”  His stomach drops, even as something in the back of his mind says he really should have seen this coming...or, not coming, as is the case.

“I'm sure we can come to a far more satisfying resolution in person,” Steve says, maddeningly cavalier.

Bucky’s gearing up to plead his case, but Steve’s not done ruining his night yet.

“In fact, Mr Barnes,” he piles on, “I’d like to make you personally responsible for ensuring no further action is taken on the matter until I return. Can I trust you with this?”

Bucky gapes down at his poor, oblivious cock still standing at eager attention in his grasp, unaware of the disaster that’s just befallen them, and he takes his hands off himself with a pained groan.

“This is criminal,” he objects, flopping heavily onto his back and throwing his arms out to his sides, “if my dick falls off, it’s your fault!”

“Great! Glad to hear it,” Steve chirps, as if he's not the worst person alive, “I’ll be in touch.”

“Whatever,” Bucky scowls at the shadows stretching across the ceiling, willing his mind off the throbbing ache of injustice between his thighs, “I’m totally not answering any of your calls.”

Steve’s smile bleeds into his tone a little when he responds, the closest he’s come to fondness yet. “Okay, speak soon, Mr Barnes.”

Bucky tries, really tries, to inject some petulance into his tone as he signs off with a grumbled “love you, I guess,” but he can’t quite bring himself to sulk as much as he feels the situation warrants.

After all, in exactly four days, Steve will come back to New York.

He’ll come home, and they’ll laugh about this, and in exactly four days…

Steve will make him forget what he was even upset about in the first place.

(Part 2 of the series here!)

[myglogic]

My Home (Han Jisung x Reader)

Pairing: Han Jisung (Stray Kids) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a little bit angst, enemies to lovers (not really tbh)

Word count: 4,2K

Summary: A well-deserved vacation was expecting you and your friends. You happen to meet a guy named Cody on your Hawaii vacation. But Jisung is not happy about that.

A/N: Hi! this is my first skz story on this blog with (hopefully) more to come! I didn’t really correct this, so there might be some grammar mistakes. The usual. Hope you like it!

Finally. After a long workday in retail, you got your well-deserved vacation to Hawaii with your closest friends. You are all university students and everyone worked their asses off for this vacation. You hoped that this vacation would let you relax a little. You wanted to sunbathe, meet new people, and have fun. Your friends Chan, Changbin, Jihyo, Taehee, and lastly Jisung were all coming. You didn’t even know if you could call Jisung your friend though.

You loved all of your friends but with Jisung it was a little different. Han Jisung and you were… how could you describe it best? You had a rather playful relationship. You sometimes really didn’t like him, he was loud, pushy but at the same sweet and cared for everyone. It was as if you had a little competition between the two of you. But no one knew what the competition was about. You wouldn’t say you hated him but you would have preferred it if he wouldn’t go to Hawaii with you. He makes fun of you all the time and sometimes you just want to tape his mouth shut.

Chan assured you that he would try to control him. You knew that it was a little too much to ask of him. You were basically asking him to babysit Jisung. You hoped that he would behave himself.

You were working your last shift at the small clothing boutique close to your apartment before your vacation. You already shopped the essentials like a cute bathing suit, sunscreen (LOTS of sunscreen), some cute sunglasses. Mentally, you couldn’t wait to get out of this stupid store. You heard the little bell on the door and looked up to see Jisung.

“Yo, Y/N!”, he shouted and smirked as he walked up to you. “What are you doing?”, he said. He had a smoothie in his left hand which he gave you.

“Thanks.”, you said and accepted his smoothie. “As you can see, I am waiting in an empty store just to get paid.”, you huffed, clearly bored.

Jisung laughed a little, “Well, I can’t wait for our vacation! Oh, by the way, don’t worry about me. I heard the babysitting thing.”

You hit his shoulder, “As if you will leave me alone.”

“Who said anything about leaving you alone? I will be by your side 24/7!”, he said and pocked your cheek, as he bent over the counter. “I will never leave you!”, he said in a dramatic voice.

You put your hand on his mouth, “Shut up! If my boss hears you, she’ll think that I flirt with the customers!”

You wanted to remove your hand but felt something wet on your hand. “Did you just lick my hand?! Ew!”, you started punching his shoulder. “That’s disgusting!”

Jisung giggled, “You’re cute, Y/N. I wouldn’t mind you flirting with me.”, he smirked and tried to defend himself from the punches he was getting from you.

That was how it was between the two of you. Jisung sometimes was a huge flirt but you never took him seriously. Yes, you did find him attractive but you would never tell him that. He messed with you all the time, maybe something was entertaining about this but there were days where you wanted to be left alone.

“I would never do that. In Hawaii, I will find a cute surfer guy and flirt with him instead.”, you said proudly, as you looked at the clock. Just 20 minutes left.

Jisung’s look darkened a little, “No surfer guy would date you. Or even flirt with you.”, he said, with a distaste in his voice.

“Are you jealous?”, you laughed. “Idiot. I’m there to have fun, one person will flirt with me for sure!”

“Yeah, whatever.”, he said, cutting his sentences short. “I’ll leave then. See you at the airport tomorrow.”

Before you knew it, you were on the plane sitting between Chan and Jisung (who was drooling on your shoulder because he took some sleeping meds). You took pictures to blackmail him later on. Taehee and Jihyo were taking pictures and Changbin tried to photobomb them. Successfully. You were really grateful to have such friends. Even on your darkest days, they knew how to cheer you up. You all needed this vacation badly.

You looked at sleeping beauty on your shoulder and softly removed a piece of hair out of his. His hair was dyed blonde, just for this vacation. He said that he wanted to compete with the bright Hawaii sun - just to see who could brighten up the beach more. While he was sleeping, you thought that he looked very peaceful. You could watch him for hours like this. Chan, of course, noticed you touching Jisung’s hair and just smirked at you knowingly. According to Chan, you and Jisung will end up together someday. You profusely refused to believe that.

After the 14-hour flight was over, you went to your big ass hotel room that you got for six people. It was really luxurious and the hotel was amazing. You had the perfect ocean view from your room and you were here to see those things. But before you could go out and explore, you and your friends threw yourselves to the first soft-looking surface to sleep for another three hours. Yeah, economy flights to Hawaii weren’t the most comfortable ones.

After everyone freshened up, you and the girls decided to go down to the beach, whereas the boys decided to check out the pool of the hotel. The beach was lively, there were nice beach bars, people playing beach volleyball and a lot of abs. For real, it looked like a gym if you took a look at some of the bodies on the beach.

You decided to get a cold cocktail to cool yourself down and sat down at one of the stools. As you waited for your drink, you noticed a nice-looking guy who was staring at you, but not in a creepy way. The bartender told you that the guy who was looking at you paid also for your drink. Take that, Jisung.

You smiled in his direction and the brunette guy sat down next to you. He had brown hair with green eyes and was probably one of the most attractive guys on the beach right now. “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you…”, he said and smiled at you with a dimpled smile.

You blushed a little, “Hi… My name’s Y/N, and yours?”

“Cody. Nice to meet you. You’re not from here, right?”

Cody was his name. You thought he was really cute. But not as cute as Jisu-, you stopped yourself before finishing that thought. What the hell? “Yeah, I came here with my friends from Korea so… What about you?”

“I’m from the States. California, to be exact. I haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you in Cali, though.”, he continued flirting with you.

You moved a little closer. “We don’t have guys like you back home too, I guess it must be fate that we meet here, huh?”

You continued talking to him and you really hit it off until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. “What are you doing here alone and where are the others?”, Jisung said, looking skeptically at Cody.

“I’m not alone. This is Cody, Cody this is one of my friends Jisung.”, you said and smiled brightly, also giving Jisung a look that said: Go away, I’m having a blast here.

Jisung rolled his eyes and sat down next to you, “Wow Y/N, you’re quick. Meeting new people already!”

You rolled your eyes, “Hey, Cody. Here is my number. How about you call me and we do something together? I will be here for a week.”

Cody came close to your face to whisper, “I’d like that. But next time, come alone.”, he said and winked at you. Then he got up and left.

Then you turned to Jisung, pissed. “Okay, what was that? I clearly gave you a signal to leave!”

Jisung rolled his eyes, annoyed at you bickering with him. “Really? That dude is no good news, Y/N. I was just scanning the situation. You don’t know him.”

You sighed, “Look I appreciate it but really. I can take care of myself. So, where are the others? Over there is a party, let’s dance!”, you said, offering Jisung your hand.

He sighed and took it. “Don’t embarrass me with your dance moves.”

You grinned, “It’s on!”

On the dance floor, you danced the worst possible way, making Jisung move more and more away from you. Just as he was out of the dance floor, you took his hands and pulled him back in, which made him stumble a bit. He stood close to you, the close proximity between you making you feel differently.

Jisung then put his hands on your waist. “Let me show you how to really dance!”, he said and made even weirder dance moves. You both were dancing the night away, laughing, and having fun. But he was really by your side the whole time, just like he told you he would. The next time you had to get rid of him to meet Cody alone.

But right now, you were having the time of your life with Jisung not annoying you for once. It was weird. The way he held your body, the way he looked at you. There was something in his expression that you couldn’t decipher. You had a warm, fuzzy feeling your stomach now. Jisung was giving you his most earnest, brightest smile right now. Maybe it was because of that.

“I hope we don’t get a dancing ban.”, Jisung said, still laughing.

“I don’t even care. They can stop us from dancing on this floor but the embarrassing moves will live on in our hearts.”, you said and smiling at him.

“Spoken like a true queen!”, he said, agreeing with you.

Throughout the next few days, you met Cody more often and he seemed really sweet. Just the summer romance you were looking for. Of course, things with Cody weren’t ever supposed to be serious but you have always imagined finding the perfect guy on a summer vacation. Just like in the movies he was way too perfect for you and sadly the distance separated you. Well, you at least imagined it to be like that.

You really didn’t know anything about him but you honestly didn’t care as long as he didn’t want to murder you. On the first evening you met Cody, Jisung coincidentally was there too.

You met him at the beach where you wanted to swim together a bit. Jisung sat down on his towel. He wasn’t next to you but his eyes were on you and Cody the whole time. How annoying. He then called your other friends over. Jihyo winked at you for finding such an attractive guy on your first day which earned herself a glare from Jisung.

On that evening there was a bonfire. You sat down next to Jisung during that bonfire. “Hey!”, you said, happily.

“You sound happy. Did Mr. America do that?”, he said sarcastically.

“Nah. Not only him. I’m just enjoying everything.”

Jisung made you two some burned marshmallows. “Well, I hope this can make you happy too!”, he said and gave you a hot marshmallow. “Be careful though because-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you put the marshmallow in your mouth, making you squeak a little because of its temperature.

“… It’s still hot.”, Jisung finished his sentence. “Stop panicking dude! Let me help”, he said after seeing you frantically breathing. Jisung softly blew in your mouth to make the marshmallow cool down faster. He moved closer to you to do that.

This must look stupid. That was what you thought. You were burning your mouth and he was trying to help you like that? You must admit he looked cute doing that but you for sure didn’t look cute burning your mouth.

“Better?”, he asked and smiled at you.

“Y-Yeah. Thanks.”, you said swallowing the marshmallow. You didn’t know why but even small gestures like this made your heart swell. Jisung might be annoying but he is the sweetest boy you know.

“No marshmallows for you.”, he said and then put his arm around you. “It’s a little cold.”, he said and used that as an excuse to move closer to you.

You blushed a little, “Huh. Yeah, it is.”

That night you spent like that and every thought of Cody left your head.

On the second day, you invited Cody along to spend time with you and your friends. Cody got along with your friends, except for Jisung, because he didn’t even look at him. You went hiking to the Koko Crater Arch Trail to see the beautiful scenery of Hawaii from another point of view. Cody was with you the whole time, helping you to hike safely by holding your hand if the trail got too steep. Jisung was behind most of the time, not talking a lot. He was acting weirdly and you didn’t know why. But because you were busy trying not to break your leg, you couldn’t talk to him.

The others walked ahead already leaving you with Cody alone. “So that friend of yours… Jisung, was it?”, Cody started as you walked slowly side by side.

You nodded, “Yeah? Why do you ask?”

“He doesn’t seem to like me. Does he have a thing for you or something?”

You burst out laughing, “What? Jisung and me? No, he doesn’t even like me as a friend! I mean we have the same friend circle. It’s not like we hate each other but yeah… That would be weird. Why do you think that?”

Cody laughed at your reaction. “Oh damn, sorry! It’s just whenever I come near you or even touch you, he glares at me like he wants to kill me.”

“He is just a little protective sometimes, especially since we are in a foreign country, I guess. But he is like that with the other girls too.”

“I don’t think so.”, he said and took your hand. “So, nothing is going on between the two of you?”, he asked.

You turned to him, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I am single, that I can assure you.”

He gave you a full dimpled smile, “I guess it’s okay if I do this then?”, he said and moved closer to you, his face inches away from yours. You gave him a nod and closed your eyes. The next thing you felt was his lips on yours. It was a little rough and he wasn’t the best kisser but hey, it was still sweet.

What you didn’t know was that a pair of eyes saw the whole thing as well. Jisung’s eyes widened. Chan sent him to look for you and Cody since you were separated from the group. But he didn’t expect you to lock lips with said boy. He felt angry and sad at the same time. He didn’t know what to do so he just took a deep breath and waited for you to stop exchange saliva.

You stopped kissing him, looking up at him. “That was nice.”

“It was. I hope that we’ll be doing more of that later?”, he asked you cheekily.

You smirked, “If you earn it, sure.”

“Kinky.”, he said and laughed with you.

You then heard someone clearing their throat. Jisung. Your eyes widened a little. You don’t know why but you panicked a little. Did he see you? “Oh! Since when are you here?”, you said wanting to find out if he saw all that.

“Just arrived.”, Jisung lied, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. “Chan thought you guys were lost so… Should we go? We should be at the scenic point soon.”, he said awkwardly.

You just nodded and took Cody’s hand. However, as soon as you saw Jisung stare at your hands you subconsciously let go and hiked the rest of the trail with the two boys.

After that day things got very confusing between you and Jisung. The boy who swore you that he would stick to you like glue was nowhere to be seen. Usually, he was hanging out by the pool with Chan and Changbin. As soon as he saw you, he put on headphones or suddenly had to go to the hotel room. Something was off.

One evening you sat down with Jihyo and Taehee to ask them if they knew what was up with Jisung. You explained the situation and both looked at each other as if they knew something.

“Why are you looking at each other like that? Do you know something that I don’t know?”, you asked them, looking at them curiously.

“This isn’t something that we should tell you so… I’m sure that the problem will be gone soon.”, Jihyo assured you and patted your back. “He has a lot to think about. Give him some time.”

Taehee nodded, “You know him. Everyone has bad days.”

You didn’t question the situation more. You knew they wouldn’t tell you more. Jisung and you had to talk sometime.

You and Cody however were in a “honeymoon” phase just like two people in a fresh relationship. You both knew that this relationship wouldn’t work out but you wanted to spend time a lot of time together. It wasn’t really a relationship but more like fooling around? But these last few days Cody acted a little weird. He was more distant than before. You didn’t spend all of your time with him but your friends still felt a little neglected.

Your vacation was about two weeks and before you knew it you only had three days left. After debating a long time, you have come to the conclusion that you needed to talk Jisung. He was once again hiding somewhere but with the help of Chan you found out he was at a beach bar. You quickly found him and sat down next to him.

“What’s wrong with you?”, you said, quickly addressing the elephant in the room.

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. He turned to you. “Hi to you, too?”

“Shut up. You are totally avoiding me! Why?”

“You always tell me to leave you alone. Why are you bothered now?”, Jisung said with a fake disinterest in his voice.

“This is not the same situation and you know it!”, you said in a serious tone.

“Can you stop talking so loudly? We are at a pretty crowded beach.”

You then stood up and took his arm to go to a more secluded part of the beach. “Can I shout now?”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is but I ordered a cute cocktail with these little umbrellas in them so…”, he said and wanted to leave but you pulled him back. He stumbled back and now your proximity was even closer.

“I just… I didn’t imagine that most of my vacation would end up like this… You are ignoring me.”

“I didn’t imagine my vacation to be like this too, Y/N.”, he huffed.

“If you would tell me what your problem is then maybe I would understand you better!”

Jisung clenched his jaw and now he looked at you with anger his in eyes. “Really?! You really don’t see anything? That Cody guy is playing with you! You spend more time with him than your actual friends!”

“Is that the reason? Cody? Jisung, I am an adult who can take care of herself! I can do whatever I want!”

“You really don’t get it, do you? I’m just looking out for you!”, Jisung shouted back at you.

“I don’t need you to look out for me.”, you said, clearly angry. “That doesn’t explain why you have been avoiding me. The others told me this too. But they talked to me unlike you.”

Jisung took a deep breath to calm himself down and then looked at you. “I told you the reason.”

“No, you didn’t! You are a coward, Han Jisung! That’s what you are!”

Out of anger Jisung walked up to you and took your face in his hands. In a matter of seconds, his lips were on yours. At first, you didn’t know how to react but you quickly closed your eyes. Unlike with Cody, Jisung knew how to kiss you properly. It felt right to kiss him. You couldn’t quite understand what was going on. But right at this moment, you didn’t mind Jisung kissing you.

You felt his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips moved at the right pace and no matter how cheesy it sounded, it felt like you two were missing puzzle pieces.

You stopped kissing after realizing what was happening. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Why… why did you do that?”, you whispered, your forehead pressed against his still.

He was quiet for a few seconds. “I was hoping… that I could finally make a move. I wanted to use this vacation to finally tell you how I feel. I know things have been really weird between. We are not exactly friends but we don’t hate each other. And from one to another I noticed that I really like bickering with you, talking to you… just thinking about you made me happy. Especially after our little dance competition on the first night, I wanted to tell you this.”

You flushed. Your cheeks felt hot. “Really?”, you said. That was the only thing you could say right now.

“But after I saw the whole Cody thing I lost my whole confidence. Dude, how can I compete with someone who consists of muscles? And you were all lovey-dovey with him… I just… I don’t know. It scared me so I stayed away from you as far as I could. To be honest, I saw him fool around with another girl too. But you looked so happy, I didn’t want to ruin it.”

You sighed. “Is that what you meant when you said he is playing with me?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

You felt like you should be sadder about the fact that Cody was fooling around with other girls. But you didn’t. You had your fun with him and it was never serious. But Jisung’s confession made you feel things that you never felt before.

“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry that I made you feel shitty this whole time. This vacation was supposed to be perfect.”, you sighed.

Jisung noticed that you never really answered his confession. Maybe, you didn’t like him back so you avoided talking about the kiss. Jisung sighed, “Well, we should get back then?”

You nodded. “Thank you for talking to me.”

The last three days were fun. You confronted Cody about the whole “cheating” thing. It wasn’t really cheating but you told him that you didn’t want to see him again. Things between you and Jisung were back to normal. Almost. You enjoyed the last days with your friends and it was the most fun you’ve ever had. You went swimming, drinking, dancing. Before you knew it the last night arrived.

During your last night, you asked Jisung to meet you at the balcony of your hotel room. Jisung saw you in your flowy summer dress. His eyes sparkled even brighter as soon as he saw you. You were leaning on the balcony railing and Jisung did the same.

“Hi.”, you said, blushing a little.

“Hi.”, he answered awkwardly.

“Look… I just wanted to tell you that I didn’t forget about your confession.”, you started. “It’s just I needed a little time to think and to process everything.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured, Y/N. It’s okay if you don’t like me back.”, Jisung assured you with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No! What are you talking about?”, you said, giggling a little. You moved closer to him. This time you put your hands on his cheek. “I like you a lot, Han Jisung.”, you then closed the distance between you.

Once again, kissing him felt nice. His soft lips on yours were the best feeling in the world. This kiss was shorter but still sweet. “I just needed to sort this thing with Cody out because I fully want to commit myself to you, you know.”

Jisung’s hamster-like cheeks were now on fire. “You are the best, do you know that?”, he said and gave you another long kiss. “It feels nice to kiss you whenever I want to.”

“Yeah. I can’t believe that this is happening right now.”

“Me neither, Y/N. So… Are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?”, Jisung innocently asked.

“Of course. My boyfriend.”, you said and hugged his torso tightly.

On the plane ride back home your head was on Jisungs shoulder and his head was on top of yours. Your fingers were entwined and you were sleeping peacefully. You didn’t only go home with your new boyfriend. He was your home too. You never noticed before but he always was your home in a way. Only yours.

[nobody-knose--archive]

yknow how i go on about not having listened to the solo albums? it’s nat day. i listened to nat. liveblog below

-spooooky ghoooooost

-you know technically this is my first & only 100% complete & utter blind tally hall experience + liveblog. everything else has been an album i've already heard or variations thereupon

-alright well this doesn't sound like tally hall

-hi rob

-boy man this is poppy but it sure is rob's voice singing

-"he don't wanna lose" damn is that a tally hall reference????????/ /j

-this ghost sounds pretty damn relatable

-still sounds like something i'd hear on the radio (derogatory (affectionate))

-does this one have a music video? i'll have to get to those eventually won't i

-oooh funky pronoun shenanigans one of my favorite types of shenanigans

-what baby did rob pick up off the street to provide these backing vocals

-white star??? is that a dw reference???? /j it'd be almost relevant by the time this came out

-i don't know anything about imagine dragons but this reminds me of them

-this is an 80's-ass fadeout

-oh so he's namedropping every track here? just planting the words old bike right in the first verse

-wahoo audio channel shenanigans

-oh there's the hum biddy biddys i heard about

-this is distinctly much less like bicycle race (queen) than i was expecting

-then again i mostly know bicycle race (queen) from lemon demon's cover of it so.

-this does indeed sound like the hawaii part ii of rob cantor

-classic acoustic guitar use. minimal percussion

-nevermind there's the drums & rock guitar everything's changed

-now it sounds like some actual tally hall stuff

-whomst

-guest vocals? i should've seen them coming but didn't expect any in this song at least

-oh there's that lyric. i've seen it plenty of times & always had to imagine what it sounded like

-this in fact indeed giving me 1985 vibes

-is that the year rob was born? it'd be near then at least

[following that comment was an exchange between me & june about birthdays. it told me rob’s born in 1983 but ross was born in 1985 so maybe rob made a tribute to his old bandmate. who knose <3]

-those drums. those synths. he's really going for the 80s alright

-i feel like i'm gradually forgetting this is an album by rob cantor, yellow tie of tally hall

-see, hawaii part ii was produced to the point of feeling unfeasible & unintended for live performances. but this album hits a middle ground where it's like, if this were done by anyone other than rob cantor of tally hall, it could be done live, but it's just rob cantor, not of tally hall, making an album himself, so i just know nothing about this would ever be done live. it's an interesting effect

-this album needs more tmbg influence

-this sounds less like going purple than i was expecting, which can apply to both the whole album & this song right here

-i recognize that voice from hawaii part ii

-i think? i need to check the credits

-stephanie? no not her. the lady from black rainbows?

-i'm blanking on her fuckin name it's on the tip of my tongue

-madison?? alison??? no alison hanna is from another song god what is her name

-yeah madi diaz thanks june

-i don't even know if that's actually her that's just who she sounds like

-what's interesting about this song is (just like hawaii part ii) tally hall didn't do duets very much but this actually sounds like one

-i promise i won't do hawaii part ii comparisons the whole way through it's just what comes to mind

-good god madi has some good range those are high fuckin notes

-OH GOD

-this is faster than i was expecting

-wow okay. this is no longer a jh song alright

-sounds like some terraria synths in here. they could actually be in terarria for all i know

-this is the song they've been putting on all these villain playlists?? i couldn't think of a less villainous song if i tried

-oh thank god the tambourine is back i've been starved for it

-i wouldn’t know, i go on even though

-oh this is the one with that really wild music video isn't it. good old acoustic guitar

-i can actually picture this one on a tally hall album. he's being kinda silly with the percussion but the vocals at least. hm

-honestly what intrigues me most is how it's nothing like the asteroid musical pieces + going purple. those are all i knew of rob's solo stuff until now & i'm not picking up on many similarities. oh and the shia labeoufs/christian bale

-damn he's doing the vocal filters again

-i keep thinking i'm hearing zubin somewhere in the background- wait no that's my cat at the door now

-how many shrimps do you have to eat

-alright now this one's just silly. congrats to it for making me laugh

-if that's real whistling in the background there it's just gotta be bora i know this

-if that's real accordion in the background then it's surely also bora

-this sounds damn near like nonsensical spanish- i thought la telanovela was after this? /j

-he just pulled out all the stops for this album. everywhere.

-you know i kinda thought of extreme vibrato/reverb as a joe thing but i'm really hearing a shit ton of it here so maybe it's a rob thing too. or maybe i should listen to jhjh before i make any conclusions

-who. who's this? i absolutely don't recognize this guest singer. not from hawaii part ii presumably then

-if i can say one thing about this album it's that it's absolutely living up to its cover

-so what does this have to do with telanovelas. i watched que hora es in 9th grade spanish i know what they're like /hj

-oh this is the one about that guy who isn't actually dead. epic

-now this sounds more like the solo viral pieces of his

-i'm pretty sure laughter is the intended reaction to have here so good on rob  for achieving that- wait it's over?

-oh. guess he was taking more influence from tmbg than i thought

-let your mother know is the song i've heard absolutely nothing from other people about. and now. i suppose i can't blame them

-oh you know what my complaint about this album is? it's very little like lemon demon. too many mundane 2nd person ballads, not enough 3rd or 1st person stuff about absolutely nothing

-also from a musical standpoint he doesn't make things stand out super well. it feels a tab bit sanded down. like there are bits in the vocals & instrumentals that feel like they're meant to be a big change, but there's no notable emotional shift in the tone

-ayyyyy this is the one andrew worked on!

-yeah fuck with the tonality of it mess shit up go ham

-i mean if you're going to include flute in a rock album you've got to make it worth it

-i've not heard that song but i think this is meant to be the spiritual opposite to special by jh

-you know what i want from this song? andrdew vocals. it can do whatever it wants i just want to hear my man sing

-definitely bora's whistling no way it's anything else

-showing off your vocal range there mr cantor?

-oh hey this is the one that makes my friends cry

-i've not listened to songs about girls but this is reminding me of it anyway

-this feels like audio taken from a music video that had sfx added to the original song

-like bro. you can let your lyrics stand for themselves. you don't need to dangle me on a rope from a bridge over a highway

-i mean he might as well end the album this way. he might as well.

-ending thoughts, i guess. rob does what he does well but i think he ought to be doing something slightly different

also look at this yt comment i found on the comprehension amalgamation upload

[gamerwoo]

Seventeen headcanon: Joshua as Nani and David’s son

from this svt as disney characters’ kids hc i did

a/n: i think there’s a second lilo & stitch or something like that but this isn’t based off of any of that since i haven’t seen it. but i think experiment 002 is in the series sooooo i guess it is kinda based off the series too

warnings: josh x female reader, hybrids, a small mention of death in the very beginning, mentions of bullying

-

So at first, Nani wanted Josh to be raised not knowing anything about aliens or experiments

It’s her first kid and she wanted him to be,,,,,”normal” for lack of a better word

But of course, that was very difficult, and Joshua ended up knowing about aliens around the time he was 2 or 3

David’s honestly impressed they even got that far tbh

“That’s all still a part of him,” David explained. “The aliens and the weird stuff, that’s just how his family is. We can’t keep him away from it.”

He even got his own experiment as a “pet” when he was about 5 or 6

Mrs. Hasagawa had passed away, and the experiments that she thought were ‘cats’ needed a home

Josh picked out experiment 002 aka Doubledip

He was a cute and essentially harmless (other than the fact that Joshua grew up basically sharing every single food he ate with Doubledip like ice cream and lollipops and stuff)

Josh nicknamed him DD and Double D, and they’ve been together ever since

As a kid, Joshua was super close with Lilo, Stitch, Jumba, and Pleakley

He absolutely adored all of them and always wanted to go hang out with them despite Nani being lowkey upset about it

“It’s fine, they’ll keep him safe,” David would always remind her. “They’re ohana after all.”

However, there reached a point where Joshua got bullied kind of like Lilo did

His norm wasn’t necessarily the norm for everyone else

No one else believed in aliens or experiments

No one else had the same thoughts and ideas that Joshua did

No one else was interested in the same things Joshua was

He knew he had to say DD was his dog, but he didn’t think that he would have to be a completely different person just to fit in

But that’s what he did

Instead of focusing on aliens and experiments, he focused on surfing

Thankfully, he was raised learning how to surf, but now that was his #1 interest

He stopped visiting his aunt and Stitch as often

The only real connection to his ‘weird’ side was DD because how could he just give up his childhood best friend?

Well, other than Seokmin

Seokmin was always the only person who ever knew what Joshua was truly like, and he even tried to stop Josh from changing himself to fit in

“I can literally grow a tail!” Seokmin pointed out. “I talk to a dolphin on a daily basis! I’m the king of weird, and I’m still a prince!”

“Yeah, but that’s normal in your kingdom,” Joshua pouted as he sat out in the ocean on his surfboard, talking with Seokmin. “Here, it’s not. Normal isn’t experiments and aliens and spaceships.”

So despite his best efforts, Joshua just became as average as possible, which he would have to see when they hung out on the beach and went for walks together

But in the ocean, Josh could say and do whatever he wanted without being judged

Like feeding Pudge the fish’s offspring

So since becoming less weird since he was a kid, Joshua got more friends, including the girl who worked at the froyo place he often hung out with Seokmin at

And pretty much everyone calls him Shua

Her name was Mali and she feared the ocean despite living a five minute walk away

He usually spends most of his time there so that’s how they met

He’s basically just a regular

And it’s at that froyo shop that Joshua’s life starts to change

“So y’know Seungcheol?” Seokmin asks

“Not really,” Joshua shrugs. “I just know you talk about him and he’s a prince of some other kingdom.”

“Right, well he’s having a birthday party this weekend, and I can bring a plus one. Since I don’t have a princess or anything to bring, I wanted to bring you.”

“Really? Why not like, one of those girls lined up to date you or whatever? What are they called?”

Joshua obviously isn’t royalty so he doesn’t know much about these things

But it’s fine because Seokmin doesn’t know anything about experiments or surfing either

“I don’t want to bring a date, I want to bring my best friend!”

“I thought your best friend was Kipper.”

“I can’t bring a dolphin on land, barnacle head.”

Cue Josh flinging his damp towel at Seokmin’s head and going, “Not cool, bro.”

And Mali sighing behind the counter about how, “We really need a sign that requires you to wear a shirt in here.”

So skip to Seungcheol’s party

Admittedly, Joshua is pretty nervous

He keeps trying on different clothes but all he really owns are shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, flip flops/sandals, and sneakers

He’s a surfer dude okay, he doesn’t really need to dress up for anything

“DD, does this look okay?”

DD simply ignores him and continues to lick the bowl of candy Josh keeps for him

David and Nani have to help him find something decent to wear

Although David insists he should wear something super fancy since Seungcheol is royalty

“So...is he a lion then, or...?” he keeps asking

And then Joshua has to explain for the hundredth time that he’s kind of a lion-human hybrid thanks to magic stuff and yadda yadda yadda 

Tbh, Josh doesn’t even get it

Seokmin finally picks him up, and they go to Seungcheol’s kingdom for the party

With David still asking questions even after they leave because he doesn’t understand this magic concept

And yet he understands aliens

Sort of

Josh is used to acting normal to fit in, but now he’s trying to act Extra Normal TM

But god he’s so curious because he’s never really been outside of Hawaii so he can’t help but just look around in wonder at all the sights and the people

And then Seokmin asked, “Do you wanna meet Seungcheol?”

“Like...the prince?” Joshua stammered

“You do remember that I’m a prince too, right?”

“Yeah, but-- DD!”

Joshua suddenly spotted his experiment trying to eat the cupcakes

He didn’t even know DD went with him, but he assumes the little experiment hopped into his backpack before he left

“So much for acting normal...” Seokmin mumbled under his breath before running over to help Josh with his little problem

Now, 002 wouldn’t be an issue, but his name is Doubledip

Essentially, all he’s going to do is lick all of the food before putting it back

If you couldn’t tell, that’s disgusting

So DD is loose at the party of a royal, and it would be all Joshua’s fault that the food is ruined

So the urgency to collect DD and get him back into Joshua’s backpack is very, very valid

Well, and the fact that Joshua wants to come across as normal as possible

Thankfully, DD only licked 5 cupcakes and 3 mini hot dogs wrapped in croissants before Joshua managed to stuff him back into his backpack and handed him a bowl of pretzels to keep him occupied

And it was as Joshua was zipping his backpack up that he accidentally bumped into you

You lived in Seungcheol’s kingdom, but you were one of the people who actually quite liked him

Since Seungcheol is Kovu’s son and Kovu was considered bad before, there’s some controversy over him but that’s another story for another time

You wanted a drink and he accidentally backed up into you

You spilled your drink a little but at least it didn’t get on your clothes

You both spun around and began apologizing even though you didn’t really do anything so you weren’t sure why you were apologizing

“I-I can get you a new drink!” he stammered

“It’s really fine,” you assured him with a polite smile.

But you’d never really seen either of them around, and you figured you should mingle a little since you were here, right?

“You guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you asked.

The one behind him stepped forward and smiled brightly, “Nope! I’m Prince Seokmin, the son of King Eric and Queen Ariel.”

“Oh! It’s an honor to meet you!” you bowed to him before looking expectantly at the one who’d bumped into you.

“That’s just Shua,” Seokmin shrugged. “He’s from Hawaii.”

But y’know what, just Shua from Hawaii was kinda cute

And he thought the same

Plus, you just seemed normal and that’s what he wanted

You were just wearing some jeans, a nice shirt, a cardigan, and a beanie

Compared to all the royalty and important people here, you were like a breath of fresh air

“Hey, Seokmin!” a new voice called

And Prince Seungcheol strolled over and grinned at the other prince he called his friend

“Oh, I see you’ve brought a friend -- and you met _____!”

Seokmin introduced the two and then the four of you continued to make some small talk

You were just thankful that Seungcheol didn’t say or do anything to blow your cover

He eventually walked away to greet other guests, leaving the three of you alone again

But you continued to talk

Seokmin kinda took the hint that he was a bit of a third wheel at this point and left to find someone else to talk to

He’s a prince and he knows other princes so it’s fine

He mumbled something about wishing someone named Wonwoo was there but you didn’t pay any attention to it

You talked about where he was from, what he did for fun, what his family was like and stuff

He may have slightly bullshitted and/or left out some things but it’s fine

You also talked about you and what you did and your family

You may have also slightly bullshitted and/or left things out but again, it’s fine

Eventually, Joshua asked if you wanted to dance since you’d been standing at the snack table just talking this whole time

And since Seokmin was a great wingman and took the bag with DD in it, he was safe to do whatever

So you agreed and the two of you danced and talked all night

And you were so worried when the party was over that you wouldn’t see him again

But he asked if there was any way he could see you again and your heart fluttered

And you said you were sure you could make that happen

You had to figure out what surfing was, anyway

But after that was all over and you went home and the butterflies had died down just enough for you to think about something other than your growing crush on Joshua from Hawaii

You remembered that you weren’t exactly who or what he thought you were

And now you had to keep that hidden from him

And you weren’t sure how long you could do that

And when Joshua was on the way home with Seokmin, who was happily talking all about how he got to see Hansol again and he finally got to meet Hyunggu and everything

DD popped out of the backpack with his bowl of now salt-less pretzels

And Joshua remembered that you didn’t know what he was really like

Or his family

And now he’d have to keep that a secret from you, too

So fast forward to the next weekend, and you were planning to visit him

Joshua was doing his absolute best to like, hide everything

Make sure Lilo, Stitch, and any of the others won’t be around

Make sure his cousin won’t be hanging around

Make sure DD is at Lilo’s

Meanwhile, you had to make sure you looked normal before you left

Which was basically just wearing normal bottoms and wearing a hat

So when you arrived in Hawaii, Joshua was there to eagerly greet you

Though he didn’t really seem it on the outside

He’s the stereotypical surfer dude so he’s just very chill overall

He basically had the whole weekend planned out

Most of it consisted of teaching you how to surf

“I actually hate the water,” you admitted as he walked with you down the beach toward the water

He chuckled, “Well, then you’ll hate surfing. It’s in the water”

So instead of surfing, he compromised and made sand castles with you on the beach

He said something about wanting to show you the joys of fresh coconut milk so you offered to climb up and get one

“Nah, it’s cool,” he chuckled. “It’s high up anyway.”

“I’m a great climber!” you reassured him

And then you climbed up a tree and got him a coconut

But then he had to open it himself which was a whole struggle by itself

And then he brought you to his favorite place to go after surfing: the froyo shop

“Make a new friend, Shua?” Mali smirked

“Be nice. This is _____, she’s from Seungcheol’s kingdom. You know him, right?”

“Kovu and Kiara’s kid, right?”

You noticed that Mali joked around with Joshua a lot, but it was very lighthearted

You liked her

He had to work that night but he invited you because he worked as a fire torch performer (dude fuck if i know the correct term) at a restaurant

Which also meant you got to meet his parents, David and Nani

“So you’re the girl he’s been talking about so much,” David grinned as he went to shake your hand

And then Nani gently whacked him in the shoulder and reminded him, “You weren’t supposed to mention that,” in a hushed tone

Which you heard

David only shrugged and gestured to you, “Well she’s blushing, isn’t she?”

Overall, you thought his parents were great

Though, they did seem a little strange

Then again, who were you to judge?

David would start to say something only for Nani to quickly cut him off

You decided to not think much of it

You did have to admit, watching Josh twirl fire around without burning anything or himself was impressive

Why did he have to seem so perfect?

Afterwards, he joined you guys for dinner

Nobody let the alien thing slip, so overall, he thought it went pretty good

He was really sad to see you go but you promised you’d come back again soon

And you did

The two of you actually saw each other a lot

And feelings on both sides only continued to grow

He did finally have to introduce you to Lilo and Stitch and DD, though

He knew he couldn’t keep them hidden forever, and besides, everyone still fell for the dog thing when it came to the two experiments

Well, Doubledip was originally supposed to be a ‘cat’ but whatever

And Josh just made Lilo swear to not talk about aliens or mention anything weird

“I really like this girl,” he explained to her, “so don’t mess it up”

“You know, I’m fantastic with girls!” Pleakley chimed in

Joshua quickly shook his head, “You and Jumba aren’t invited”

So eventually, you had met all of Joshua’s family

Well, he called it ohana and explained what it meant, and you thought it was really cute

He was happy to find that you did buy the dog story, and you really liked DD and you got along with Stitch

Tbh he was most worried about Stitch

DD gets along with pretty much anyone, but Stitch isn’t so easy

Things were going super well, so he was ready to ask you to actually be his girlfriend

He brought you on a nice picnic on the beach where the two of you first hung out

And he had everything laid out and the two of you were starting to eat, and he was going to ask

But then he heard his name being shouted from down the beach

Lilo was out and about with her daughter and Stitch

And Stitch was very excited to see you

He bolted down the beach toward you and jumped on you, knocking you back onto the blanket

And also knocking your hat off your head

Out popped your fuzzy white round ears

Stitch pulled back and looked at you, head cocked to one side

Joshua just froze and stared at you

Because you weren’t technically human

You were from Seungcheol’s kingdom, so you were an animal that used magic to stay human

That magic turned you into a human/animal hybrid, just like Seungcheol

But instead of being a lion, you were a lemur

It was why you wore hats to hide your ears and jeans and skirts to hide your tail

It was why you didn’t like water

It was why you could climb trees so well

You weren’t normal

And now Joshua knew that

“I-I gotta go,” you quickly stuttered out, grabbing your hat and scrambling to get up

“_____--”

You shook your head, jamming your hat back on your head to conceal your ears, “Save it, I already know what it is.”

“B-but you’re-- What are you...?”

“I’m a lemur, alright?” you huffed, tears pricking your eyes because you knew Joshua was not going to want anything to do with you

Even though you were a human and could stay human, you couldn’t get rid what you really were

It was weird, and people didn’t like weird

“You don’t have to say anything about it,” you continued as you tried your best to keep from crying, “because I already know you’re going to say I’m weird and you won’t want anything to do with me. So I’ll go and I won’t bother you again. And...I’m sorry for not telling you.”

And then you ran up the beach, not looking back once

Joshua sighed and dropped his head, closing his eyes as he rubbed over his face with his hands

Stitch just looked up at him and said, “Oops...”

Heartbroken, Joshua walked back home alone

Nani and David knew what he was planning, so they were so excited for him to get home

But seeing him with a frown as he threw the half-empty picnic basket on the counter before going to his bedroom without a word, they knew something was wrong

“I’ll take this one,” David told her before going to Joshua’s room

David knocked softly before entering to find his son face down on his bed

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he mumbled into his pillow

“Did...she say no?”

“I didn’t even get to ask, dad,” he sighed, lifting his head to look at David

“Did something come up?”

“Stitch tackled her and knocked her hat off and she...”

How was Joshua supposed to explain this?

He could deal with aliens and experiments, but human animals were something he hadn’t dealt with before

Would his dad even believe him?

“What? She got a weird haircut or something?” David chuckled

“She had fuzzy animal ears,” Joshua finally told him straight-out. “She’s an animal that’s human by magic.”

“Ah, right. That stuff you explained before. Y’know, Nani had to tell me how that worked like, seven times before I really got it.”

Joshua just let out a groan and dropped his head back in his pillow again

David sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, “Who are you to judge? You keep an experiment as a pet -- and worse, it licks everything you eat.”

Joshua pushed himself to sit up and sat beside his dad, “That’s not it, dad. I still like her, it’s just--”

“I thought you wanted a ‘normal’ girl, though?”

He just shrugged, “I like her. But she ran away before I could tell her. Besides, I’m way weirder...”

“Then if you like her for being a little different, why can’t you be okay with yourself being different?”

“A little?”

“Do you think being an animal is only a little different?”

And it’s that talk that caused Joshua to go after you

He packed up the photo of his ohana that he kept on his nightstand

And he packed DD

And he left for Seungcheol’s kingdom

You were obviously just as upset, if not more, back home

The silver lining was that you could wear your usual pants which had a hole cut in them for your tail to comfortably stick out

You wanted to spend the next day just sulking

But you ended up being called to Seungcheol, claiming there was someone who needed to talk to you

Joshua got Seokmin to bring him to Seungcheol’s because he realized he had no idea how he’d find you

And walking into Seungcheol’s throne room, Joshua was the last person you expected to see

“Sh-Shua? But...w-what are you--”

“I like you,” he blurted before you could finish what you were saying. “I like you with your ears and your tail because you’re still you. But before you say anything, just... These are things you should know about me, too.”

He opened his bag, and out popped DD

“Double D isn’t my dog. He’s an alien experiment from outer space, and the only thing he knows how to do is double dip foods, and lick things before putting them back. He’s stupid, and I love him”

Then he pulled out a framed picture and handed it to you

You looked it over and saw it was Joshua, Nani, David, Lilo, Lilo’s two kids, Stitch, DD, and some...things you didn’t recognize

“That’s my whole ohana. It’s not just the people I let you meet.”

He told you all about the aliens included in the photo, and you listened, glancing between the picture and him

And when he was done, you just stared at him because honestly, you didn’t suspect him to be anything but normal

But for some reason, maybe because he could relate to you, you liked him even more

Neither of you were considered ‘normal’ so didn’t that make you an even better match?

“I just...wanted you to know that before you decided to never speak to me again,” Joshua concluded

You weren’t sure what to say even though you knew exactly what you wanted to say

You just didn’t really know how to say it

“This is the part you tell him you still like him, too,” Seungcheol whispered in your ear

While Seokmin was Joshua’s wingman, apparently Seungcheol became yours

“I like you, too,” you told him with a sheepish smile, feeling your cheeks heat up

Joshua’s grin matched the brightness of the sun

“So...you wanna go out sometime?” Joshua asked

To which Seokmin whispered, “You’ve already done that before. Just ask her to be your girlfriend, kelp-for-brains”

So he does

And you accept

The next time you visit, you properly meet his ohana

Jumba and Pleakley definitely take a little getting used to but you do think they’re pretty amusing with the way they bicker

“They’re like an old married couple!”

“Don’t say that in front of Jumba, though”

You visit him all the time

So often that sometimes you just spend weeks there at a time

You eventually work your way up to being able to sit on Joshua’s board while he surfs

He makes sure to only go on baby waves so that way you don’t fall over or get wet

You befriend Mali at the froyo shop, and despite roasting Joshua sometimes, she always says how cute the two of you are

And the two of you live happily ever after

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Raise Your Voice Against Liars

By BeeTeeDubya14 & Naruwitch On Archive of Our Own

@thebigpapilio asked me if I accepted submissions and I do! This is a Miraculous + Persona 5 crossover, that they have been working on with their friend! While I don't actually know Persona 5, I read over the first chapter and found it very interesting! I thought for sure you'd all enjoy it as much as I did! So here is the first chapter! If you like it please go on to Archive of Our Own and give them some love!!

"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin."

-Andre Berthiaume

Chapter 1: L'Interrogatoire

Sae leaned back, puzzled by what the prisoner just said, “So the Phantom Thieves only stole the heart of Futaba Sakura…? And Medjed was in turn defeated by her real-world hacking abilities…? Well, this does correlate to the facts as we know them…” 

Sae grew quiet, and her next sentence was mostly to herself, though she said it aloud. “If he’s telling the truth, then Wakaba Isshiki didn’t commit suicide… did a third party target her life with the goal of destroying her research? Wakaba’s death was two years ago… that also coincides with when the incidents started occurring… does this other Metaverse user that Madarame and Kaneshiro mentioned… really exist…?”

With a frown, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the captive, “Earlier I mentioned those psychotic breakdown incidents that have alarmed the public. All of a sudden, people will lose consciousness, or become violent… A situation as incomprehensible as that can’t be explained away as ‘troubled social conditions.’ I suspect that these cases are all connected to a larger, man-made plot. The method involved always muddled the explanation, but your story has virtually confirmed its viability. Although, I wouldn’t have expected a new criminal to come to light from your testimony…” Sae leaned closer to the prisoner, “What did your group think of this other Metaverse user?”

“You mean the true criminal?” he questioned.

Sae scoffed, “How self-centered of you. The Phantom Thieves tamper with people’s hearts without asking consent. How is that different?”

Sighing, Sae then continued to focus on the prisoner. “Well… no matter how you thought of them, there can be no doubting your resolve. Are those incidents because of you or someone else…? Either way, I will get to the bottom of this.”

Sae shook her head, and pulled out her briefcase again, “Now let’s move on to your next crime.” She pulled out a folder, just as she had the last four times and laid it in front of the teenager, “Lila Nikenna Rossi. An Italian student who was studying at Collège Françoise Dupont in Paris, France. This is the first known report of the Phantom Thieves targeting someone outside of Japan. Your testimony regarding this incident will be serious. I’m sure you understand why. Not only is she your first foreign target, but also the youngest target out of all that the Phantom Thieves have changed the heart of. Answer me carefully. Why did you go after her?”

Despite all the grogginess afflicting him, Akira Kurusu managed to faintly grin.

“We owed some good people a favor.”

Chapter 2: Wake up, Get up, Get Out (Of) There

"Are you sure you're going to be okay in Hawaii, Marinette?"

"Yes, Luka, I'll be fine," Marinette smiled as she pulled her luggage off the security belt.

"Remember, if you need to talk, at any time, please do it, okay? I don't care if it's 2 AM over here. If you need-"

"Luka, you're treating me like a child," Marinette said bluntly, but no heat was behind it.

The guitarist gasped on the other line, "No, no! That's not what I was implying, I just-"

Marinette giggled. That's one of the things she really liked about Luka. "That overprotective attitude isn't going to change anytime soon, is it?" That said, although there were times where he went a little overboard, he usually knew Marinette's limits. It seemed that he needed a small reminder before she departed for her flight, though.

Ever since Chloe's stunt as Miracle Queen, she and Luka had been dating steadily for several months. After Adrien had made it official with Kagami, Marinette struggled to move on and accept that it was better to simply be friends with the model. She, of course, didn't want to use the older Couffaine as a fallback guy, and she had made that clear to him shortly before they made it official too, but… Luka had been there for her when no one else was. She had been in a dark place, and there seemed to be no way out. But Luka provided the light she needed to find the exit.

As for Chloe herself? Well… once word got out about Hawkmoth's near victory, and Chloe's involvement with it, many citizens and even government officials spoke out against the mayor and other members of his staff for action to be taken. The incident with the metro tunnel was also brought up, as Chloe was never adequately punished for intentionally endangering so many people. Mayor Bourgeois, to appease the masses, was forced to send Chloe away to a boarding school in Sweden, at least until Hawkmoth was finally dealt with. That's where she'd been for the past five months, and Marinette hadn't heard from the blonde since.

She shook her head, ridding herself of such thoughts before they could fester. She was going to Hawaii for crying out loud! And she was going to have a blast! Nothing was going to change that. Not Hawkmoth, not Lila, and her lies, nothing would get in her way of having a fun time.

The thought of Hawkmoth had her hand subconsciously wander to her purse, where Tikki and Kaalki were situated. She was so lucky (heh, that would garner a laugh from Chat) that Kwamis didn't show up on cameras, much less on airport security x-rays machines. She would have had a field day trying to explain that to a security guard.

Luka gave a breathy laugh over the phone, "Sorry, a force of habit. Sorry I couldn't be there to see you or Jules off personally."

Marinette smiled. That had been the original plan, but as luck would have it, Luka got called in for an emergency shift by his boss at the very last minute, and there were no other people who could fill in.

"No problem, sometimes life happens like that. Although, even on vacation, Hawkmoth's Akumas always have the worst timing."

She could see Luka wincing on the other line, "Yeah, considering that Hawaii is practically on the opposite side of the world, it looks like you're in for some long nights. So sorry, babe."

She had the news app on high alert at all times, so the second an Akuma alert went up, she'd teleport back to Paris to deal with the Akuma as quickly as possible. She was grateful that Luka would be on standby with Sass as well, especially when Chat Noir alerted her that he would be out of town for the weekend as well.

"Yeah…"

"Marinette! We're about to board! Please come and join the class!" Mme. Bustier called from the boarding gate.

"Gotta go, Luka, I'll text you when we land in Tokyo!"

"Okay, be safe! Love you!"

"Love you too!"

There were, fortunately, no accidents or disruptions as Marinette boarded the plane and found her seat. After buckling up, Tikki and Kaalki poked their heads out of her little purse. The bag was small enough that Marinette wasn't required to put it under the seat, so long as it stayed flung over her shoulder. The little red Kwami winked at her holder, and Kaalki nodded. Marinette smiled at her little companions and pretended to listen to the flight attendant give the safety instructions.

It wasn't long before she watched from her window seat the plane take off from the tarmac. Once the pilot said they were at cruising altitude, Marinette pulled out her MP3 player and headphones and leaned back with a smile, the soft melody of Luka's guitar strings lulling her to sleep.

o~o

Marinette was awakened by the thump of the plane landing.

As she traversed the airport "with" her classmates (they were all hanging around Lila and leaving her alone), she noticed a pattern in the dress of many passersby, most of which were likely Japanese locals given that they were in Japan at the moment. Black & red seemed to be a common staple at this airport, more than occasionally accompanied by the words "Take Your Heart" and a weird logo of a domino mask and top hat. The words "Phantom Thieves" were sprawled across many of the logos too.

Marinette wanted to ask around as to what it all meant, but she didn't know a lick of Japanese and had places to be, so she moved on. She'd just look it up at the hotel.

She sent a quick text to Luka to let him know she'd arrived safely and was on her way to the hotel they'd be staying at for the night. Then she switched to the web, typing "Phantom Thieves" into the search engine. She found quite a few interesting things in a place called the "Phan-Site." There was apparently a group of vigilantes out there in Japan - Tokyo, specifically - calling themselves "The Phantom Thieves" with the power to "change people's hearts" (which seemed to mean making said people confess their crimes. How that worked, Marinette had no idea). So far, the Phantom Thieves had only taken down four major targets, their names, and information listed on the site. Marinette didn't recognize any of them, but when she typed up the names, she was immediately glad that these people had had "a change of heart."

The first, theorized to be the Thieves' very first target, was a man Suguru Kamoshida. He was apparently an Olympic volleyball medalist that taught at a high school called Shujin Academy. The Thieves targeted him because it was revealed that he was physically abusing and even sexually assaulting several students at the school. One of them even tried to commit suicide right in front of the student body because of it. Thankfully, this student survived their attempt. According to separate reports, the school was well aware of the abuse but didn't do a thing to stop it. Then, about a week after the suicide attempt, Kamoshida confessed to everything! The abuse, the assaults, everything.According to reports, it was like he was a completely different person, almost like his personality had changed entirely. He was now being held on bail and awaiting trial. Marinette hoped he went away forever!

The second person was a former artist named Ichiryusai Madarame. (Now that she thought about it, she could have sworn she saw his name on some art pieces at the Louvre for a limited time Japanese exhibit). He cultivated his own fame and fortune by sacrificing the livelihood of children. He took young artists into his home, a tiny shack, and then stole and plagiarized their work, passing it off as his own. Apparently, one of his victims was his own foster son. Just like with Kamoshida, Madarame, shortly after one of his exhibits closed, confessed to these crimes, his personality having shifted completely. Even though he seemed to show remorse, Marinette hoped he got what he deserved. This man reminded her too much of Bob Roth, especially when he stole Kitty Section's music and her costume designs.

Next was Junya Kaneshiro. This target was apparently what really allowed the Phantom Thieves' popularity to take off. He was a mafia boss that even the local authorities were struggling to arrest, even though his crimes were common knowledge in the Shibuya area. Then suddenly, he one day turned himself into the police. This one didn't have as much information. The police apparently tried to keep the arrest on the down-low due to the circumstances. The only reason the public found out the Phantom Thieves were involved was because of an abundance of calling cards that were scattered all over Shibuya. Kamoshida and Madarame had received similar cards before they confessed as well.

Finally, and this happened about a week ago, a group of international hackers, under the name Medjed, attempted a cyberwar against the Phantom Thieves and Japan itself. They threatened to ruin Japan's economy through a cyber attack unless the Phantom Thieves surrendered and revealed their identities to the public. They had set a deadline and everything. Then, the day before the deadline would have expired, the Phantom Thieves apparently stopped them, as Medjed's website was hacked with the Phantom Thief logo all over the webpage. Whether that was done by the Phantom Thieves themselves, or an avid supporter, no one knew, but Medjed was stopped, and Japan's economy remained stable.

Despite being vigilantes, Marinette genuinely believed the Phantom Thieves were helping the public overall by exposing corruption like this. Who knew what would still be happening if these people were still allowed to roam free? She didn't know how the Thieves convinced these people to confess their crimes and had no clue what "steal your heart" meant, though she had a feeling it wasn't something natural. Their actions seemed to be non-violent, though. None of their victims showed signs of physical injury or torture when they confessed. That was likely another reason the Phantom Thieves were receiving so much public support.

Marinette had learned a lot about destiny from Fu (it still hurt a little bit not referring to him as Master, even in her head), and the fact she was temporarily in the place where something this momentous, something this clearly magical was going on… she needed to look into this. But how? Nobody knew who the Phantom Thieves were, much less what they looked like! You could supposedly communicate with them via a proxy on the Phan-site, but no one has officially met any of them face-to-face. They seemed to be masters of blending into the crowd, not to mention the police weren't getting solid leads either.

What was even more confusing was that Tikki and Kaalki didn't know anything about this whole thing either.

"I've never heard of "changing people's hearts" in the way it's described here," Tikki admitted, referring to the Phan-Site.

"Hmm… maybe Ziggy knows something? She's the kwami of Imagination, so she's the one most connected to the mind," Kaalki suggested.

"Alright, I'll talk to Ziggy when we get back to Paris," Marinette nodded. She hoped the Goat Kwami had a possible answer.

"Hmmm… I wonder if Kagami knows anything about them," Marinette wondered aloud, glancing over at Alix, who was snoring in the bed next to hers. Surprisingly, Alix had volunteered to room with Marinette, which shocked her. She and Alix were friends, but not like how she and Alya used to be. Now that she thought about it, though, Alix may still listen to Lila's stories, but it seemed to be more out of politeness than actual interest now. If anything, for the last month or so, when Alix and Lila interacted, the skater just looked bored with the Italian. Could it be that the skater was catching onto Lie-la's lies?

Deciding to check if her theory had merit, Marinette sent a text to the fencer, asking if she had heard of the Phantom Thieves or not. She got a reply a few minutes later. Kagami had heard of them, but she didn't know much about them either. She and her mother had been living in Paris for about a year and a half, and the Phantom Thieves had only surfaced only a few months ago, so she didn't have much information apart from a few Japanese news articles and some online searches.

Marinette sighed and began to put her phone away when an Akuma alert blew up her screen.

"Perfect timing, Hawkmoth," she muttered sarcastically as she got up and tiptoed to the bathroom. She turned on the light to make it look like she was simply using the toilet before letting the two kwamis slip out of her purse, "Let's deal with this quickly! Tikki, spots on!"

One magical transformation later, Ladybug stood in all her glory in the tiny Tokyo bathroom. She quickly pulled out Kaalki's glasses and slipped them on. "Tikki, Kaalki, unify!"

o~o

It was about thirty minutes later that Ladybug (Lady Horseshoe with both Miraculous active) stepped back into the hotel bathroom. By the time that she had gotten to the actual fight, Luka, clothed as his new hero alias Kobra, had managed to corner the Akuma and figure out where the item was. One Lucky Charm later, and two shots of Second Chance, according to the snake hero, the Akuma was purified, and everything returned to normal in Paris.

She was also equally grateful that Kobra seemed calm after the fight ended. There had been fights in the past that had left the hero shaking, eyes wide with barely masked horror. One fight had him clinging to Ladybug afterward for about two minutes before she convinced him to let go of her. Even after that, it had taken the night being alone, lots of tears, and cuddling for Luka to finally calm down and accept that everything was okay.

During these moments was when Marinette was reminded that the Snake Miraculous was sometimes considered the most dangerous of the Miraculous. Not only did it make the holder a problematic opponent in combat, but the mental load it carried for the holder itself could take its toll over time. Luka had seen some things as both Viperion and Kobra, some that took more time to process and work through than others.

It had taken Luka a while to understand that he could talk to someone about what was going on. Due to his own family dynamics, and his selfless nature, Luka wasn't used to talking about his own problems, and usually preferred to work through them on his own. Over time though, this wore the guitarist down, to the point that he couldn't hide it anymore. This was one of the factors that convinced Marinette, as the Guardian, to make Luka a permanent holder. Sass had been an excellent help for Luka to process the many 'bad endings' he was forced to witness as part of his power. However, there were sometimes days where talking to the little kwami wasn't enough, which was why the couple had the rule of calling the other whenever they needed to speak. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Other factors contributed to this decision too, but Marinette was too exhausted to dwell on them for now as she snuck out of the bathroom. To her relief, Alix was still asleep and seemed oblivious to what had happened.

After grabbing a macaroon for Tikki and a sugar cube for Kaalki (both of which she picked up in Paris), Marinette quickly climbed into her own bed and was asleep within seconds.

[aion-rsa]

Clark Gable and His WW2 Death Wish

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Clark Gable did not intend to see action when World War II came to America. Which is not to say he ignored the war. Gable was there that day in 1940 when President Franklin Roosevelt gave his famous “Arsenal of Democracy” speech from the Oval Office. And, indeed, the first thing the movie star did when he heard about the Pearl Harbor attack was cable FDR to offer his full support—and, tellingly, the besieged president promptly answered right back.

But then in the 1930s and early ‘40s, Gable was “the King of Hollywood;” the reigning movie star who could sell more tickets than anybody this side of Shirley Temple, and he didn’t have to sing or dance to do it either. He was a mustachioed and muscular alpha who appealed to everybody, even presidents, and was one of the few leading men who would tell Louis B. Mayer no (at least until casting for Gone with the Wind came along). The government saw the value in that kind of celebrity when the dark storm clouds of war gathered over Europe and the South Pacific, and so did Gable. Still, he was practically 41 when the bombs fell in Hawaii and more than happy to support the war from afar.

As he told fellow MGM stablemate Jimmy Stewart at the latter’s going away party in 1940—Stewart had just happily joined the Army—“You know you’re throwing away your career, don’t you?” When Stewart answered yes, Gable added, “You won’t catch me doing that, but I wish you godspeed.”

Gable had success, Gable had power, and for the first time in his four decades on this earth, Gable had something approaching peace thanks to his marriage to Carole Lombard, the firecracker screwball star. Yet in less than a year, all of those things turned to ash following Lombard’s violent death. When her plane went down in a fiery blaze, it was treated as a national tragedy around the country, and for her husband it was the beginning of the end.

The King became broken, despondent, and finally disillusioned enough to enlist in the U.S. Army Air Corps. To this day, some say he went to Europe with a death wish, and on at least one bombing raid, Capt. Gable almost had it granted as a Luftwaffe shell passed right between his feet.

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard posing for photographers shortly after their marriage in 1939.

The King and Queen of Hollywood

Women were always easy for Clark Gable, and for a time so were wives. The first Mrs. Gable was Josephine Dillon, 17 years his senior, and she was introduced to him as an acting coach by another woman who was his then-fiancée. As a handsome, if unrefined son of an Ohioan farmer, the 23-year-old Gable was perfect clay for Dillon. She turned him into her greatest student, teaching him how to lower his voice and hold your attention. As his patron and wife, Dillon also introduced Gable to all her Broadway connections and the adjacent stock companies. It was even as the star of one of those companies that he met Maria Langham, a wealthy widow and oil heiress who was also 17 years his senior. 

As the second Mrs. Gable, Ria introduced Gable to Manhattan’s high society and exquisite living, teaching him social etiquette and the value of a finely tailored tuxedo. One wife taught him how to play at being an actor, and the other taught him how to play at being a gentleman. They served their purposes and they were both brushed off.

But Lombard? He couldn’t brush her off ever.

The first time Clark met Carole, it was a surprisingly chaste affair. The two were cast as the leads of 1932’s No Man of Her Own. Unlike many of his leading ladies in the 1930s, Gable made no passes at Lombard, who was married to movie star William Powell at the time and intended to remain that way. Nevertheless, they hit it off, as the breathlessly quick-witted Lombard did with almost everyone.

Gable wasn’t yet “the King of Hollywood” then, but he was well on his way. Two years later, he’d star in the film that popularized screwball comedies, It Happened One Night (1934), which won him an Oscar for Best Actor, and two years after that he would lead the granddaddy of all disaster movies, San Francisco (1936). By ’38, he was already Tinseltown royalty when then-gossip columnist Ed Sullivan overheard Gable’s drinking buddy and sometime-rival, Spencer Tracy, affectionately refer to him as “King.” Sullivan immediately lit upon the idea of holding a national poll for the “King and Queen of Hollywood.”

More than 20 million people voted and, by a huge majority, Gable was crowned “King” for the rest of his career. Meanwhile, Myrna Loy was elected “Queen of Hollywood.” The fact they were then filming MGM’s Test Pilot (with Tracy) certainly suggests the results might’ve been tampered with. It also likely struck Loy as ironic since her first encounter with Gable ended with her pushing him into a hedge bush after he drunkenly bit the back of her neck while his second wife, Ria, was sitting in a nearby car. Gable refused for years to talk to Loy socially after that rejection, including between takes on film sets.

So yes, the King was a womanizer—complete with a secret baby born out of wedlock to co-star Loretta Young—in a sham marriage at the beginning of his reign. But things began changing when he finally ran into Lombard again, and at last he found his matching monarch.

It was at the White Ball in 1936 that the pair’s paths crossed a second time. By now, Clark was fully estranged from Ria, and the two lived in separate houses. Lombard, meanwhile, had risen to her own stardom by bringing her transgressive life-of-the-party persona to recent screwball comedies directed by Howard Hawks and Ernst Lubitsch. Vivacious, whip smart, and an eventual inspiration for Marion Ravenwood in Raiders of the Lost Ark, Lombard was a hard-drinking and giddy star with her own orbit.

According to Clark Gable: A Biography by Warren G. Harris, when Gable saw Lombard on the dance floor, he went up and said, “I go for you, Ma.” After a moment’s confusion, Lombard realized he was quoting their characters’ nicknames for each other in No Man of Her Own from four years earlier. She responded, “I go for you too, Pa.”

For the rest of their lives, they’d always refer to each other as “Ma” and “Pa.”

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard play with horses at the Encino ranch in 1939.

The Love of His Life

That first night on the dance floor actually ended in the pair’s first of many fights. But in a trick that would come to define the pattern of their relationship, Gable woke up the next morning in his hotel room with two doves sitting on his chest. They’d been secreted there with a note on one’s leg: “How about it? Carole.” 

Unlike Gable’s other romantic entanglements, Lombard always controlled the tone and tempo of their courtship while Gable offered Lombard an escape from the glamour goddess, society girl image she’d molded herself to in Hollywood. She was an athlete growing up and, alongside Pa, she picked up outdoor-living again.

Clark taught Carole rifling, skeet-shooting, and camping. In ’38, she joined what had up to that point been Gable’s all-male hunting club with fellow actors and Hollywood talent. When the other men complained about a woman being present and sharing their bathroom, she brought along her own trailer with a private bathroom—taunting Clark and the others by then keeping him out. She crawled in the mud next to the dudes, and would soon be on all of the Gables’ hunting trips.

The pair eloped in ’39 after three years of courtship. This occurred in large part because Photoplay magazine revealed the two were living in sin (Gable was still married and too chintzy to get a divorce). Shortly after the embarrassment, however, Gable paid off his second wife and Lombard became the third Mrs. Gable.

“I just think of that husband of mine all the time,” Lombard once said with her usual candor. “I’m really stuck on the bastard. And it isn’t all that great lover crap, because if you want to know the truth, I’ve had better. No, I’m nuts about him and not just about his nuts.”

When the two moved into their Encino ranch, Gable made his gun collection the centerpiece when you walked in the front door, and Lombard began raising chickens and cattle. It was about as far from Beverly Hills as you could get, or as Lombard enthused, “The best little shit house in the San Fernando Valley.”

It was here that Lombard planned to soon retire, beginning with a one-year sabbatical in an effort to have children. Yet after a year of trying, they only had two miscarriages to show for it. They agreed to keep trying, but they’d soon run out of chances.

Clark Gable and wife Carole Lombard circa 1940.

The Loss of His Life

When the bombs fell in Pearl Harbor, it was Carole who urged Clark to telegraph Roosevelt as soon as possible. She was also in the White House for the president’s fireside chat in 1940. And unlike Gable, she was furious when the president responded, “You are needed where you are.”

With the war finally here, Lombard urged Gable to join the Army in December 1941 while she hoped to join the Red Cross. For Christmas, instead of her usual lavish presents she sent all her friends engravings announcing she’d made a donation to the Red Cross in their name. And when she got wind of MGM publicity chief Howard Strickling trying to position Gable for a safe desk job in Washington D.C. for the course of the war, she told both men, “The last thing I want for Pappy is one of those phony commissions!”

Gable preferred helping the war where FDR told him he should—from the comfort of Hollywood. On Dec. 22, 1941, he presided over the first meeting of the Screen Actors Division of the Hollywood Victory Committee as its newly appointed chairman. The committee functioned as a way for Hollywood stars and leaders to organize all activities in support of the war effort. His wife was the first at the meeting to pledge her cooperation in donations, bond rallies, and touring the troops.

When a request came from the Treasury Department for the Victory Committee to launch Indiana’s participation in the national campaign of selling war bonds on Jan. 15, 1942, Gable recognized his Indiana-born wife as the perfect talent to send along. Carole was thrilled to go, although apprehensive about leaving Clark behind.

Gable couldn’t join his wife on her journey by train because he was about to start work on Somewhere I’ll Find You: his second film with Lana Turner. Up until then, Carole had been very open-minded about Gable’s continued infidelities and little affairs, even after they were married. She turned a blind eye to more than one rumor of him sleeping with a co-star here, or a starstruck journalist there, because she assumed you had to let Clark Gable be Clark Gable. But she drew the line over rumors about Clark and Lana, the latter of whom was infamously dubbed the “Sweater Girl” when she was discovered at a soda fountain at age 16. Blonde and buxom, Turner was 20-years-old when she first worked with the 40-year-old Gable. These stories did get to Lombard.

The evening before she left for Indiana, the couple had a huge blowout during which Clark failed to convince his wife he never slept with Lana Turner. The last night Gable and Lombard were under the same roof, they slept in different beds. The next morning, he did not see his wife off to the train station.

As with many of their fights, things cooled almost immediately. Before she left, Lombard still delivered a pack of handwritten love letters to her live-in secretary Jean Garceau to deliver to Clark, one at a time, everyday she was away. She also had the prank she planned before their fight still be delivered, so when Gable returned home from work that night he found a naked blonde dummy in his bed with a note. “So you won’t be lonely.” Gable reportedly laughed until he had tears in his eyes.

According to Garceau when the two talked by phone the next night, they sounded like “lovebirds” again. And according to the You Must Remember This podcast, Gable had Carole’s hotel room in Indianapolis be covered in red roses when she got in. But before even then, Lombard’s train stopped in Salt Lake City where she saw the troops marching and immediately telegraphed her husband, “HEY PAPPY, YOU’D BETTER GET INTO THIS MAN’S ARMY.”

On Jan. 15, Lombard intended to raise $500,000 in war bonds. Instead, she raised over $2 million. Afterward, she was so eager to get home to Gable following their fight that she decided she’d fly back to California instead of returning by train. This was expressly forbidden by the Treasury Department. Commercial travel was still relatively dicey, and they feared she’d be a target for Nazi saboteurs. Additionally, she was traveling with her mother Elizabeth Peters, a superstitious woman who’d never flown and was deathly afraid to start now. She was also there with Otto Winkler, Gable’s publicist and buddy who was best man at their wedding.

The morning their flight was to leave Indianapolis, Otto got Carole to at least agree to a coin toss. Heads they fly, tails they take the train. Carole won. From Indianapolis, they would make multiple stops, including Wichita, Albuquerque, and Las Vegas. TWA Flight Number 3 never reached Burbank.

That night Gable arranged a surprise party to welcome the three heroes back—as well as a surprise male dummy with an erection waiting for Carole upstairs. He was reportedly giddy waiting for the phone call from limo driver Larry Barbier, who was supposed to report when they landed. Instead, Clark got a call from MGM fixer Eddie Mannix.

“Can I get back to you?” Gable asked. “I’m expecting word on Ma’s arrival any minute.”

Mannix cut him off. “King, that’s why I’m calling. Larry Barbier just phoned from the airport. Carole’s plane went down just a few minutes after it left Las Vegas.” She was gone.

Clark Gable stands next to co-pilot Lt. Col. Robert W Burns beneath B-17 “The Duchess” after bombing raid in September 1943.

Clark Gable Goes to War

The fallout from the literal wreckage of Lombard’s flight was national news. A bewildered Gable joined Mannix and other MGM brass for their own chartered flight to Vegas. He could see the burning debris that Lombard’s flight smeared across Table Rock Mountain from the air. Locals in the city described it as “apocalyptic” and like an “inferno.”

Mannix refused to let Gable go on the rescue party climbing the mountain—convincing him Carole, Otto, and Bettie might have survived and were now walking to the city. So the star stayed behind and drank. The next morning, he received a cable from Mannix. “NO SURVIVORS. ALL KILLED INSTANTLY.”

In truth, the bodies of Lombard and everyone else on board had been more or less cremated by the fire after impact. And while Mannix couldn’t be certain, he believed he found what was left of Carole: a decapitated, charred body with a few blonde strands of hair and the remnants of a ruby and diamond pin Gable had given his wife the year before. He never told Clark about what he saw, but brought back the hairs and piece of ruby.

The next day, FDR sent Gable private condolences and publicly awarded Lombard a medal as “the first woman to be killed in action in the defense of her country in its war against the Axis powers.”

The official and (likely) reason for that flight’s crash is it was overloaded with servicemen and movie star luggage, and the pilot failed to see the mountain in front of him, on which all lights had been turned off to preserve wartime power. Although, according to Orson Welles (as per You Must Remember This), Hollywood and government insiders all knew Nazi saboteurs did in fact bring down the plane, and Roosevelt covered it up to prevent a nationwide panic.

In the months that followed, Gable grew quiet and despondent, losing 20 pounds despite drinking untold amounts of Scotch every day. He dined alone for all meals and began wearing a locket with Carole’s hair and ruby remnants within. According to household staff, he rarely slept and stayed up all hours of the night watching 16mm prints of Lombard’s old movies he had sent over (she’d given him the projector as a Christmas present). Now he had time for no woman except the one he lost.

When he discovered MGM was still trying to keep him from being drafted—with the age range now being raised to 45—Gable grew furious. A scriptwriter pal put him in touch with Col. Luke Smith of the Army Air Corps, who told Gable he should consider applying for training as an aerial gunner since it’s one of those jobs no one seems interested in.

“Everybody wants to be a pilot,” Smith told Gable. “Your becoming a gunner would help to glorify the plane crews and the grease monkeys.” Gable made up his mind to enlist in spite of the wrath of MGM head Louis B. Mayer. He also defied the constraints of his age of 41 by passing the physical—save for the need of getting triplicates of his new dentures (Gable had false teeth his whole career).

On Aug. 12, 1942, Gable enlisted into the Army air force. Right beforehand he told Jill Winkler, Otto’s widow, “I’m going in, and I don’t expect to come back, and I don’t really give a hoot whether I do or not.”

Capt. Gable posing for the press with a gunner’s weapon in June 1943.

The Aerial Gunner with a Death Wish

There is still much speculation over whether Gable actually wanted to die in World War II. His superiors eventually reached that conclusion based on his cavalier attitude, and he at least seemed ambivalent about the whole affair. However, it is interesting he joined the air force considering that, after Lombard’s death, he developed a fear of flying for the rest of his life. Following the war, he would always prefer to make his transatlantic crossings by ocean liners instead of planes.

But during the war? Frankly, he didn’t seem to give a damn one way or the other.

Gable’s biggest fear during the whole conflict was his struggle to pass officer’s training in a 90-day course stateside. A high school dropout, Gable was challenged by the academic course work, which he ultimately got around by treating each textbook like a script he needed to memorize.

Once he was an officer (and allowed to grow back his trademark mustache), he seemed in relatively good spirits for the first time in months. Before going overseas, he told Garceau, “I have everything in the world anyone could want, but for one thing. All I really need and want is Ma.”

In April 1943, Gable was shipped off to join the 351st Heavy Bombardment Group in Peterborough, England, about 80 miles north of London. Gable also received an automatic promotion to the rank of captain, although this had as much to do with the heavy losses of Allied officers as it did with Gable’s leadership.

In truth, Gable likely enjoyed playing the part of officer more than he entirely became it. The military loved letting him pose for the press as a gunner with a bombardier’s bullets wrapped around his neck, but that wasn’t his actual job. While Gable did on at least two occasions take on the role of aerial gunner in combat, his official role was as an observational gunner—he was there to pick up the weapons in the side or rear of a B-17 if the gunner operating it was injured or killed (which did happen).

Otherwise, Gable was there because the Army wanted him to film footage they could use as propaganda, glorifying the role of gunners. While in officer’s school, the Army reunited Gable with cinematographer Andy McIntyre, who would become his sidekick and cameraman in the air. And after his graduation, Gable arranged the transfer of his scriptwriting buddy John Lee Mahin, then a lieutenant serving as an instructor in Combat Intelligence, to join them. In all, Gable and McIntyre built a film crew of six men to film the other fliers on B-17 missions. They were called “the Little Hollywood Group.”

More than twice the age of many of the pilots and gunners he flew with, Gable found himself facing heavy skepticism in his early training.

“None of the kids believed he was going to do anything at all,” Mahin recalled in Warren’s Clark Gable biography. “They never thought he was going to expose himself to any kind of danger. They said it was all a lot of bullshit. It really killed Clark that the kids shunned him.”

The brass, however, loved Gable at first. Many of his superiors invited him nearly every night to dinner, an annoyance he’d soon relegate to one evening a week. And while he welcomed the press to photograph him at the planes, he also refused the special treatment of having private quarters set up, which earned him more respect from the young fliers.

He’d also soon prove himself as a member of Col. William Hatcher’s Chickens (a nickname for his bombing group) when he went up in the air on May 4, 1943. Hatcher was onboard the same B-17 that day as group commander and co-pilot; the 351st were tasked with taking out several factories in Nazi-occupied Antwerp, Belgium.

During Gable’s first combat mission, flak from ground defenses took out one of the plane’s four engines and its stabilizer. More unnervingly, after delivering the plane’s payload, a German’s 20mm shell pierced the center of the plane, with the corner of the shell passing through the heel of Gable’s boot—lifting it clean off—and then exiting the aircraft inches above Gable’s head.

On another mission, Gable took over for gunners who were wounded or killed (there was at least one of each that day). Fifteen holes were found in the fuselage. For Gable, such horrors were also a vindication, as he fully won the respect of the kids around him.

“They adored him,” Mahin recalled. “They couldn’t stay away from him. And he was proud that they accepted him.”

Portrait of Capt. Gable after arriving in England in 1943 as part of the the 351st Bombardment Group.

Hitler’s Prize

At Peterborough, Gable grew increasingly chummy with the other fliers serving. He bought a used motorcycle and would make small talk on trips around the base. And on more than a few weekends, he would head to London to screen at MGM offices some of the footage he shot in the air. He also would meet with his pre-war Hollywood chum, David Niven, who was serving as an instructor for British Commandos and had recently married and had a son.

“From then on our cottage became Clark’s refuge from military life,” Niven recalled. “With Carole’s death, he had been dealt the cruelest of blows, but on the surface at least, he was making the best of it. In his own deep misery, he found it possible to rejoice over the great happiness that had come my way, and he became devoted to my little family.”

Niven added, “Clark’s personal wounds seemed to be healing, but Carole was never far from him, and the very happiness of our little group would sometimes overwhelm him. [My wife] found him one evening on an upturned wheelbarrow in the garden, his head in his hands, weeping uncontrollably.”

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Still, Gable seemed to be settling into a new happy rhythm of camaraderie on the base, frequent trips to London, and even playing the field. He renewed an affair with a pre-Lombard paramour in London, the English (and now married with children) Elizabeth Allan. Nonetheless, he may have been enjoying himself too much for his superiors’ liking.

Robert Matzen, author of Mission: Jimmy Stewart and the Fight for Europe and Fireball: Carole Lombard and the Mystery of Flight 3, told me he believed Gable had a death wish.

“Carole Lombard, his wife, wanted him to go fight and she’s killed,” Matzen said. “So he then decides, ‘Alright, I’ll go fight and hopefully I’ll be killed too.’ That’s why he wanted to be in the Eighth Air Force, because he wanted to die in a plane crash.” Also, unlike Stewart, Matzen stressed, Gable never fully adapted to military culture.

Said Matzen, “Gable was much more interested in being Clark Gable in England than Jim Stewart was interested in being Jimmy Stewart in England.” This weighed on the mind of Col. Hatcher, as did the growing understanding that every B-17 Gable was on became a prize for Nazi Germany.

The day the 351st arrived in England, Nazi radio propagandist William Joyce, aka “Lord Haw Haw,” broadcast from Berlin the following: “Welcome to England, Hatcher’s Chickens. Among whom is famous American cinema star, Clark Gable. We’ll be seeing you soon in Germany, Clark. You will be welcome there too.”

Adolf Hitler apparently adored Clark Gable, considering him his favorite American actor. A movie nut with a love for British and Hollywood cinema, Hitler even allegedly smuggled a film print of Gone with the Wind before it opened in the UK. Hitler therefore marked Gable as one of the most prized “war criminals” in the Allied Forces, offering a handsome reward to any German soldiers who can bring Gable to him alive.

The actor was terrified of being paraded through Berlin like King Kong and was only half-joking when he told a friend, “If Hitler catches me, the sonofabitch will put me in a cage like a gorilla and send me on a tour of Germany. If a plane that I’m in ever gets hit, I’m not bailing out.”

While his superiors might’ve appreciated the sentiment, they feared the humiliating spectacle of one of their gunners becoming a Nazi political tool—or the actor putting a bigger target on their bombing group. Additionally, Gable didn’t follow protocol as intended, at one point threatening a military doctor after the physician apparently said nonchalantly that Gable’s pal had hours to live while the young man was awake and listening. And, again, the opinion became that he wanted to be shot down.

So it was in October 1943, after only five combat missions, Capt. Gable was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Air Medal for “exceptionally meritorious achievement while participating in five separate bomber combat missions.” Hatcher apparently pulled the strings to get Gable out.

Clark Gable in 1960 on the set of his last film, The Misfits, with Marilyn Monroe and Montgomery Clift.

The End

Even though Gable’s time in combat ended in October of ’43, he still wound up with 50,000 feet of film at his disposal. He was apparently shocked when he learned the air force really didn’t care what he did with the footage since gunner recruitment was up. So he returned to Los Angeles, having been reassigned to the city’s photographic division. Allowed to cut the film at MGM, Gable put together five short films that could be used for instruction on operating B-17s. But by the time it made its way through the Pentagon’s chain of command… the war was over. The footage mostly still lies unused in government archives.

After finishing the films, Gable had expected to be assigned to a new bombing division in the Pacific Theater. As he waited months for the orders to come in, he found out on the news about the D-Day landing in Europe on June 6, 1944. Feeling forgotten and discarded by the Air Corps, he requested to be discharged on June 12, which was his right as a volunteer over the age of 42. A captain named Ronald Reagan granted Gable his discharge after 670 days of service.

Clark eventually re-acclimated to Hollywood and restarted his career, but by 1945 his days as “the King” were waning, and he saw more flops accompany his diminishing hits. He also had many more affairs with leading ladies, extras, and socialites. But for years he refused to marry, telling friends, “It wouldn’t be fair. I have nothing left to give.”

For the rest of his life, Clark mourned Carole, including on Jan. 15, 1944 when he was on hand for the launch of the SS Carole Lombard. Gable was supposed to speak at the event. Instead, he mostly cried.

Eventually he did remarry, twice, and finally had one child who wasn’t disowned in secret. But after the star died of a heart attack at age 59 in 1960, his fifth wife, Kay Williams, honored his final wishes: Gable was interred at Glendale’s Forest Lawn Memorial Park. Next to Ma.

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THE WILLS

March 19, 1950

“The Wills” (aka “The Coopers Make Their Wills”) is episode #80 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on March 19, 1950.

Synopsis ~  After Liz and George make out their wills, Liz is convinced that George intends to do away with her. Liz is startled to find a receipt for some arsenic and rope in his pocket, but is shocked when George suggests a trip to the country - with a one-way ticket for Liz!

Starting with this episode, “My Favorite Husband” moved from Thursday nights, to Sunday nights. 

Note: This program was used as a basis for a scene in “I Love Lucy” episode “Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her” (ILL S1;E4) filmed on September 8, 1951 and first aired November 5, 1951. For various reasons, it was the first episode of the series filmed, but the fourth aired. 

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benadaret was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his  roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Gale Gordon (Rudolph Atterbury) had worked with Lucille Ball on “The Wonder Show” on radio in 1938. One of the front-runners to play Fred Mertz on “I Love Lucy,” he eventually played Alvin Littlefield, owner of the Tropicana, during two episodes in 1952. After playing a Judge in an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in 1958, he would re-team with Lucy for all of her subsequent series’: as Theodore J. Mooney in ”The Lucy Show”; as Harrison Otis Carter in “Here’s Lucy”; and as Curtis McGibbon on “Life with Lucy.” Gordon died in 1995 at the age of 89.

Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) does not appear in this episode. 

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz (above right), a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

GUEST CAST

Herb Vigran (Doctor Stephens) made several appearances on “My Favorite Husband.” He would later play Jule, Ricky’s music union agent on two episodes of “I Love Lucy”. He would go on to play Joe (and Mrs. Trumbull’s nephew), the washing machine repairman in “Never Do Business With Friends” (S2;E31) and Al Sparks, the publicity man who hires Lucy and Ethel to play Martians on top of the Empire State Building in “Lucy is Envious” (S3;E23). Of his 350 screen roles, he also made six appearances on “The Lucy Show.”

EPISODE

ANNOUNCER: “As we look in on the Coopers tonight, it's just after dinner, and we find Liz and George settling down to a normal evening's conversation.”  

George has something he needs to talk to Liz about. Liz immediately thinks it is something to do with her household budget, but George wants to talk about their wills. The subject immediately upsets Liz. The idea of living without George sends Liz into gales of tears. George wants her to read it, and threatens to leave everything to his mother if she doesn’t. Liz snatches the will from him. George then tells her that he has had her will drawn up as well. 

LIZ: “What for? You're the one who's going! What are you trying to do, push me ahead of you in line?”

George reminds her of the three acres of Florida beachfront property that her father left her, which she calls ‘Sunken Acres.’  George always assumed it was oil land. 

LIZ: “If there's any oil down there, it's still in a whale. Oh! I see it all now, George! You want me to sign a will leaving everything to you, and then you'll bump me off! You want to get your dirty fishhooks on my oil holdings!

Liz agrees to read and sign the will as the scene fades out.  At the bank the next day, Mr. Atterbury notices that George seems tired. George admits he was up late talking to Liz about their wills. Mr. Atterbury proposes that the Coopers join him and Iris at their mountain lodge for the weekend, flying up, and then leaving the girls there for the week while they fly back for work. The following weekend they will drive up to get them in Mr. Atterbury’s new car. 

Mr. Atterbury has already bought the airline tickets and asks George to go to the hardware store for a few items. 

MR. ATTERBERRY: “I need poison for those horrible little gophers up there. And some rope for a clothesline, and a couple of sacks of cement. Iris wants a patio so she can sunbathe. Come to think of it, that ought to keep the gophers away.” GEORGE:  “Let me make a list on the back of this envelope. Now, poison, ropes, cement...” MR. ATTERBERRY: “Oh, and I need an axe, too.”

Mr. Atterbury tells George that they should tell their wives that they are just going for a weekend, so that they don’t rush out to buy a week’s worth of new clothes.

At the Cooper home, Katie the Maid is preparing dinner. George comes home and tells Liz the good news that they’ll be going to the Atterbury’s lodge this weekend, and he’s got the airline tickets in his pocket. As George goes upstairs to prepare for dinner, Katie reminds Liz that she has a beauty shop appointment on Saturday. Liz wonders what time the plane leaves, and fishes in George’s jacket pocket to check the tickets. She notices that one tickets is round trip, and the other is one way!   Liz immediately assumes one of them isn’t coming back, and reminds Katie that George asked her to sign her will!  She notices some writing on the envelope that looks like a shopping list.

LIZ: “Poison! He's going to take me out in the woods and poison me! Look, at the next item - rope. If the poison doesn't work, he's gonna hang me! Cement. If I live through the poison and the rope, he's gonna put my feet in cement and dump me in the lake! Look what's next - axe! If I able to hold my breath, he's gonna swim in the water and chop me to pieces!” KATIE: “Oh, how can Mr. Cooper do such a thing?” LIZ: “With that list of weapons, how can he miss?“

Liz realizes why George might want to do away with her - they’ve finally struck oil on Sunken Acres!

End of Part One

Announcer Bob LeMond reads a live Jell-O commercial. 

ANNOUNCCER: “As we return to the Coopers, we find Liz in a state of nervous apprehension. After years of having George under her thumb, she's suddenly discovered that he's bout to put the finger on her. Or at least she thinks he is. But right now it's after dinner, and Liz, the intended victim, is in the living room, reading. While George, the killer, is slowly stalking up behind her.”

George kisses Liz on the back of the neck. She screams!  Liz nervously says that she’d rather not go to the Atterbury’s lodge this weekend. 

GEORGE: “What? Why, Liz, you love the lodge. You always say that's your idea of living.”  LIZ: “Well, I want to keep it that way.”

George says that he has a big surprise for her up there. Liz suggests he take his mother and give HER the big surprise!

GEORGE: “Now, don't be silly! You just wait: When you wake up Monday morning, you'll be very pleasantly surprised.”  LIZ: “If I wake up Monday morning, I'll be surprised.”

Liz wonders if George is having money problems. She asks him why he made her sign her will last night. George says that if it bothers her so much, he’ll tear it up - as soon as they get back from the lodge. 

Liz runs to her bedroom and locks the door! George telephones Dr. Stephens (Herb Vigran) to report that Liz is acting peculiar. 

DOCTOR: “Peculiar for Liz, or peculiar for normal people?”

RICKY RICARDO: “Lucy is acting crazy!” FRED MERTZ: “Crazy for Lucy or crazy for ordinary people?”

This joke was adapted for Lucy Ricardo in “Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying To Do Murder Her” with Fred Mertz taking the Doctor’s line. 

Doctor Stephens cannot make a house call because he’s got an appointment with his psychoanalyst, but he tells George to give Liz a sedative until he can get there. 

Liz comes in for a glass of water. George tells her that he’s had Katie prepare them some hot milk. In the kitchen, Katie tells Liz that she saw Mr. Cooper pour a powder into one of the glasses. Liz says she’ll just switch the glasses so that George drinks the one with the powder in it. 

In the living room she distracts George just long enough to switch the glasses. But when George lifts his glass to drink, Liz dashes it from his hand. She says she couldn’t do it to him, even if he could do it to her. 

LIZ: “You put something in my glass, didn't you, George? Well, I fooled you! I switched glasses!”  GEORGE: “I had a hunch that's why Katie called you, so I switched them again while you were out of the room.”

Liz starts to gag as if she’s been poisoned! Liz falls to the floor, convinced she is going to die, trying to make peace with George in her final moments.

LIZ: “If I had my life to live over again, I want you to know I'd do better. I could stay within the budget, if I tried. (coughs) And I'd never buy clothes I need. (coughs) I'd throw away my charge-a-plate.”

The doorbell rings. It is Mr. Atterbury, come to make the ‘final arrangements.’  Liz tells George that she saw the one way ticket, and the shopping list for poison and the axe.  The men dissolve in laughter.  Mr. Atterbury explains that those were supplies for the lodge.  Liz is angry that she’s been tricked, and refuses to keep the promises she made in her ‘final moments’.

LIZ: "I didn't know what I was saying! I was under the influence of warm milk!”

End of Episode

In the live Jell-O commercial, Lucille Ball plays a Mexican spy, and Bob LeMond is interviewing her for a job. 

In the bedtime tag, it is five in the morning and George is reading a suspenseful magazine story. Liz begs him to turn out the light, but then can’t sleep until he knows the outcome of the story. Liz grabs the magazine and reads the last lines.

LIZ: “The huge, shapeless thing crept slowly up behind Mildred, and before she could scream it slipped its bony hands around her - Oh, no!!!” GEORGE: “What does it say, Liz? Around her what?” LIZ: “Around her continued next week! Good night!”

ANNOUNCER: “You have been listening to ‘My Favorite Husband’ starring Lucille Ball, with Richard Denning, and based on characters created by Isobel Scott Rorick. Tonight's transcribed program was produced and directed by Jess Oppenheimer, who wrote the script with Madelyn Pugh and Bob Carroll, Jr. Be sure to get the April Issue of ‘Radio Mirror Magazine’ with the big picture of Lucille Ball on the cover. That's the April issue of ‘Radio Mirror Magazine.’ Original music was composed by Marlin Skyles and conducted by Wilbur Hatch. Bob LeMond speaking.”

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prompts list #2

Hi! Here are even MORE dialogue prompts to get the creative juices flowing. 

There aren’t any specific genres like my other one but I did try to use the same three categories (fun, romantic, angst). The link to that list is riiiiight here!

Enjoy these 200 prompts! :)

"All you had to do was follow the instructions."

"We're stranded!"

"Don't touch that!"

"Is that…?" → "Yes."

"Well, when life gives you lemons…"

"Twenty minutes of my precious life was just spent making this contraption that doesn't even work!"

"That's gonna leave a mark."

"Forget what just happened, okay?"

"My entire nervous system is on fire."

"I will not be swimming in that disgusting pool."

"C'mon, be a fearless warrior prince/princess for once!"

"I'm in love with...ice cream."

"Clean up on aisle seven!"

"Mosquito bites suck."

"Excuse me? Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Please hurry. I really need to use the bathroom."

"Ow! Stupid freaking corner!"

"Why do we have to go now?"

"Oh my God, you better not--"

"Get down from there!"

"I wish I wasn't allergic to cats. They're the purr-fect companion." → "Please stop before I smack you."

"My future kids will see this picture so I am not wearing that."

"Everything is free!"

"Would you like a drink for your troubles?"

"HOT! FIRE IS HOT!"

"Oh, please. Give me a break."

"Name off the first thing that comes to your mind, go!"

"I'm so bored."

"Alarm clocks were such a stupid invention!"

"I'm...reading?"

If you cook there will be nothing to eat; you'd burn it all."

"I'd be nothing without my harmonica."

"Are we going to a bar or not?"

"I'm rolling my eyes at you in spirit, then."

"All I wanna do is dance!"

"I’m quite sarcastic if you couldn’t tell already.”

"Awww, hi there, little buddy!"

"What is that thing?"

"I triple dog dare you."

"Crisis avoided!"

"Why did you text me when you're sitting right next to me?"

"Contrary to popular belief, money does, in fact, grow on trees."

"Stop right there!"

"It's so loud in here!"

"My air guitar skills are literal fire."

"There's shampoo in our soap dispenser. Freaking. Shampoo!"

"Hand me that blanket, please."

"How many languages do you speak?"

"You've never gone fishing?"

"Ha ha, can’t you see how hard I'm laughing?"

"No! My phone is only at one percent!"

"Puppy!"

"They're obsessed with you...in a creepy way."

"Do a flip!"

"That's what she said!"

"Why are razors so sharp?"

"Ouch, my poor feelings."

"Smells like a doctor's office in here."

"I love the rain!"

"You did not just compare Eminem to Mozart."

"Uno!"

"You could choose anything in this store...and you chose that?"

"Cottage cheese is delicious!"

"Attack!" → "Retreat!"

"I love...refrigerators!"

"Sing me a song."

"Pick up your own trash! I am not your maid."

"That's a beautiful dress."

"Stop making those stupid dirty jokes!"

"Try me."

"Okay, okay, I get your point."

"It's not mad science."

"We came full circle."

"Can I borrow your shirt for a second?"

"That's going to be really hard to clean, you know that, right?"

"You want to live in Hawaii, huh?"

"Wait, stop-- no!"

"Wanna go get milkshakes?"

"That was a waste of my money, time, and patience."

"That's a huge problem!"

"Did you just say that you don't like popcorn?"

"Don't tell me you have a 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign."

"Hey, look at that nice car."

"Not today, Satan!"

"Can I offer you a piece of pie in these trying times?"

"Ew! Get it off me!"

"I always forget how nice it is to just lay on the couch and relax."

"Throwing a football is easy, though!"

"What happened to your hair?"

"That's an...interesting outlook."

"Wanna know what really irks me? Those pointless life hack videos on Instagram."

"I don't work out for fun, you know."

"He/She/They should be here right about...now."

"Don't eat that."

"Yes! I'll take it!"

"Is it just me or is it really hot in here?" 

"Do you think it's cursed?"

"Sunburn hurts."

"Let's play the classics like Elvis and Prince, maybe a little bit of Queen?"

"Is that car coming this way?"

"Snowball fight!"

"That's why I'm such a good actor/actress."

"Can you sit still for five minutes?"

"It's a...a...wait, what is it again?"

"You're so sweaty."

"Hot chocolate?"

"I don't particularly enjoy sushi."

"Déjà vu, maybe?"

"Open that door!"

 "It's my way or the highway, buckaroo."

 "Did we win?"

 "This show is really annoying but I can't stop watching it..."

 "Stalker, much?"

 "WEDGIE!"

 "What's your favorite band?"

 "That movie sucked.”

 "Why’d it have to be today?”

 "Go get coffee?"

"Is that a skateboard?"

"Why are you running?"

"Can I see?”

"Do it and I’ll hurt you.”

"I was talking to myself...sorry.”

"Well, now we know how the show ends...”

"We learn something new each and every day!”

"But first, hot chocolate.”

"You can have my slice!”

"You got this!”

"That attitude may be your doom…”

"For the last time, earth is not flat!”

"Honesty is what can make a relationship thrive.”

"Was that a grandfather clock?”

"Let’s go for a coffee run.”

"Don’t forget to write that down.”

"Some people just want to watch the world--” → “Learn!”

"Do you play an instrument?”

"Just do your best.”

"Oh my God, they’re helpless!”

"We’re making history!”

"Give me your strongest roar, mister lion!”

"Cue the sad trombone.”

"Don’t take candy from random people!”

"Clowns? Seriously?!”

"What’re we supposed to do now? Sit here and photosynthesize?”

"Slow and steady wins the race…”

"Too! Fast!”

"Remember when you said that you only needed to buy one thing?”

"Rewind! I didn’t see!”

"Speak up, please.”

"I haven’t been the same since.”

"I’m never satisfied.”

"Just wait a second, okay?”

"Oh wow, that’s what I call eye candy…”

"Is this some kind of smart person joke that I’m too dumb to understand?”

"Get back here!”

"Nice job, (name), I’m proud of you.”

"At least you’re happy now.”

"I still need to find a present for (person)’s birthday.”

"That was disgusting.”

"Is it supposed to taste this bland?”

"We should write a story.”

"Wait, you have a scrapbook?”

"What we’re about to do is illegal!”

"That bird is giving me a dirty look…”

"Why do pillows hurt so much?”

"Giddyup!”

"That’s such a sob story. Can’t you see my invisible tears?”

"Check this out!”

"I never want to do that again!”

"I’m falling asleep just looking at you.”

"What’s with the glitter?”

"Stop yawning, for God’s sake!”

"Why’re you so sassy?”

"The roads are scary at night!”

"How about we ride into the sunset like in all of those old cowboy movies?”

"What’s the problem?”

"How could you not be excited for it?”

"Let’s make soap!”

"Instant ramen, anyone?”

"One cup isn’t enough!”

"I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

“My hands may be small but that doesn’t mean that they don’t have the ability to punch you.”

"Surprise!”

"I’m just trying to braid your hair!”

"It’s like we’re walking a tightrope.”

"Bold of you to assume that I need help.”

"I really like your...pants.”

"Why did you step on my toe?”

"What time is it?”

"No! That’s not how this game works!”

"Who are you?”

"That was really smooth...”

"We need to turn this spark into a flame!”

"Well, essentially…um...”

"Can we just go outside?”

"We’re all stupid geniuses.”

"That couch is calling my name!”

"Oh, how lovely.”

"I haven’t been to the zoo in years!”

"Plot twist!”

Phew...that was a lot. But I hope you have some inspiration! :)

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Fandom Meme - Stolen from Livejournal!

Rmemeber these? I’m bored and my sleep pattern is f’d, so I’m doing one.

Pick your 6 favorite fandoms and answer the questions (don't look at the questions before):

1) Queen 2) Sherlock 3) Hawaii 50 4) FBR Bandom 5) British Detectives - Midsomer Murders 6) Harry Potter

01. Who is your favorite character from #6?

Ron Weasley 02. Who is your least favorite character from #4? Ryan 03. What would a crossover between #1 and #5 include? .... 😮 Well, this one is a bit obvious but Brian finds out he has a long lost son who works for the police force whilst visiting the sleepy town of Causton and becomes a victim of a crime!! 04. Who is your favorite ship from #1? Maylor 05. If you were to set one person from #3 and one person from #6 on a blind date, who would they be? Mary from H50 and Professor Trelawny. I think they’d get on even if they weren’t attracted to each other. 06. If you could meet one person from #4 and spend the day with them, who would it be, and what would you do? I really liked Bob. I’d just show him around and see a film or something. 07. If you could change one thing about #2's plotline, what would you change? Everything after the Moriarty reveal in series 1, Mary not being a romantic interest for John so that whole part of series 3 wasn’t a thing, the flanderisation of Anderson, The whole thing with Eurus, the fucking Victor Trevor the dog was actually the best friend shit show and Irene ‘I’m a lesbian written by Moffatt so therefore must have my sexuality invalidated and my storyline bombed’ Adler.

Sherlock being canonically a sex repulsed asexual 08. Explain a relationship between two people (not necessarily romantic) from show #5, and why you like the relationship between them. Cully’s relationship with her mum, Joyce, is really good and it’s nice to see a great mother/daughter relationship on telly that isn’t full of intrapersonal drama, strife, resentment and conditional love. I don’t even really like Cully, but the writers got that bit right. 09.If the lead title characters (first name in the credits) from #1 and #3 were both drowning, and you could only save one, who would it be? Ah. This isn’t set up for RPF Fandoming. Blah. Oh well. We’ve got Brian, Roger, Freddie and Deaky, and Steve and Danny drowning... That’s 6 people drowning. And I can only save one of them!? This is a very unfortunate situation for Danny considering his history with water. Freddie. I’d save Freddie. Sorry Brian, Roger, Deaky, Danny and Steve. 10. If you were able to add a new character, any kind of character you wanted, to the storyline for #6, what would the character be like and what would their role be? Fiona Calman, a social worker. She’d be no nonesense, won’t step down, won’t look the other way. Dumbledore could throw everything at her short of the Unforgivables and she will be back into the office the next day feeling like she’s forgotten something and then suddenly remember “Harry Potter! Something’s not quite right at his home.” and she’d be right back to it. 11. What happens in your favorite episode of show #2? Sherlock and John need a case because they are running low on money, and an old uni mate of Sherlock has had a break in at his work so they go and get paid a lot of money for it. Unfortunately it didn’t land very well and there’s a lot of Problems to it, but it has Sherlock intruding in on John’s date as if that’s a perfectly normal thing to do, and gave us this bit of dialogue:- John: Actually, I’ve got a date Sherlock: A what? John: It’s where two people who like each other go out and have fun Sherlock: That’s what I was suggesting. We also get shown Sherlock’s dedication to methodically searching through evidence and his sheer stupidity on never learning his lesson in regards to crime scenes and a glimpse into the kind of poeple he had to deal with at university. And they get paid for solving the case. We also get this wonderful quote, as a character almost knocks a teapot off a table. “Centuries old, don’t want to break that.”

12. If you could kill off one of the characters of #1, who would it be and how would you do it? 😰 um... um... Foster? Erm. Heart attack? I don’t know!! 13. If you got the chance to visit the set for either show #3 or show #5, which would you choose? Oh I think 3! Hot weather, gorgeous beaches, and I’d try a malasada! 14. So, I saved the best question for last. If you could date anyone from any of these shows, which show and which person? ahhahaha ahaahaha ummmm... oh no. I’m too awkward, shy and asexual for this question. Brian May, Roger Taylor or Ron Weasley

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Protect you- Part 5

Another part of my bodyguard! Ben Hardy series, thank you to everyone for the lovely comments it is much appreciated.

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Tipping his head back against the sofa, Ben continued to rub his hand up and down (Y/n)'s leg which was resting in his lap. The tv was showing nothing of interest and Ben was beginning to get bored. He couldn't help it, he was so used to be walking up and down the streets, sitting with someone in their office or driving around town for hours on end. Sitting at home like a normal person was not something he was used to.

That didn't mean to say that he didn't like this sense of tranquillity or normality but it just wasn't sitting well with him at the moment since he was still on a job. He found himself looking out the window, moving around the apartment to put things away or checking his phone. He couldn't sit still like (Y/n) could as she had a book in her lap at the moment which was stealing all of her attention. She had spent the morning editing five chapters of the latest book she was given but after a while it sent her mind numb and she couldn't work for hours on end or her head would explode.

But then again Ben knew this was the life (Y/n) was used to. He was used to the busy city life but she was used to the calm and collected hidden-away sort of life. She spent most of her time at home, she wrote and edited stories, she read stories and cooked and baked for hobbies. Her world was her apartment at the moment and Ben was trying to see how she did it. Being afraid of the world locked her in here but she didn't mind, she had locked herself in this place and it had worked all these years for her. He was still hoping to try and break her out of this though. To get her to go outside just a little more, to live rather than survive.

"Do you ever get restless?" Ben inquired, turning his head to the left so he could look at (Y/n). Watching as she put her deep purple and navy blue bookmark in place, settling the book on her stomach so she could turn her attention to Ben.

"Do you mean, bored?"

"No, just... I don't know, energy, a rush to go out and do something like go shopping or go out with Joe somewhere or just walk and get a coffee? A feeling that you want to do something but not just sitting and reading or writing?" Ben didn't speak in a way that was rude or insulting but he was curious. If he was (Y/n) he was sure he would get an impulse to go out and do something else, something different every once in a while.

"Sometimes." Putting her book down on the coffee table, (Y/n) pushed herself so she was sitting up better instead of slouching. "Sometimes I just want to move, like buy a ticket anywhere in the spur of the moment and leave. I get the urge to go somewhere new, somewhere different like a theme park or bowling or take up jogging... never happens."

Just because (Y/n) confined herself in these four walls didn't mean she was always happy about it. There were many times she thought she should buy a ticket to America or Hawaii or Poland or just somewhere out there, somewhere different where she could make a new start or just have a holiday. There were many moments she got bored and decided she would go out and do something different but she never could. Her anxiety told her she couldn't leave, she had a job, a home and her parents here even if she didn't speak to them often. She couldn't just up and leave and the rest of the time she told herself it was safer to stay in here and bore herself to death than go out and take a risk.

"Why don't we go out somewhere? Just get a coffee or take a drive... I know this is your safe place and all but there is more out there that you can do without feeling afraid."

Ben didn't want to go to a theme park today or go bowling or take a spontaneous road trip somewhere. He just wanted to get out. As nice as it was for Ben to of had almost a month where he didn't have to rush around with someone, he didn't want to be stuck inside for days on end.

Pressing her lips together, (Y/n) thought over the idea for a moment. Going out somewhere would be nice, it would be different and if she wasn't alone then surely her anxiety would calm down significantly. It would only be for an hour or two, nothing drastic or all night. (Y/n) pulled the sleeves of her shirt over her hands as she nodded, watching the sparkle in Ben's eyes at finally being able to do something different and get (Y/n) to go out for a little while.

Reaching his hand out to her when he stood to his feet, Ben pulled (Y/n) up off the sofa, his lips pressing to her forehead before they moved in different directions. (Y/n) headed down the hall to go to the bathroom as Ben moved to grab his keys and put his shoes on. Ben knew that what he- they- were doing wasn't strictly professional and it wasn't in the contract to kiss or sleep with the clients but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He wasn't leading (Y/n) on or taking advantage of her, whatever was happening between them was what they both clearly wanted.

Ben knew that whatever was developing or happening between them was most definitely a good thing because (Y/n)'s anxiety had died down last night. He didn't wake last night to find her moving to get up and look out of the window to check they were safe, she hadn't padded down the hall to check the front door was securely locked either. He didn't wake to find her panicking or crying from lack of sleep or a nightmare. For the first time since he had been here, (Y/n) had slept through the night without any problems or worries.

Tipping his head up in the direction of the door, he broke himself out of his thoughts at the sound of someone knocking. His neutral expression that never changed, stayed the same as he slowly approached the door. Looking through the eye hole to see if it was someone he recognised but was surprised to find it wasn't. He knew not many people visited (Y/n), mainly Joe was what he found out and (Y/n) hadn't said she was expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) whispered, her hands knotting together as Ben noticed her scratching her thumb that was already red raw from her biting the skin and nail away.

"Amber, open up darling. I haven't got all day."

Ben's head snapped to look at the door again as his brows furrowed at the name. Whoever this woman was clearly had the wrong address, or so he thought until he looked back at (Y/n) who sighed in relief that it was someone she knew but shook her head at the words.

"It's my mum." (Y/n) said quietly, motioning her hand to the door to signal to let her in, knowing her mother would pester loudly until she was let in especially since she knew (Y/n) hardly left the flat and was most likely inside. Ben unlocked the door as the wheels turned in his mind until it clicked. (Y/n) had been put in witness protection, a change of name and details was the main thing that did as well as keeping her under watch until the trial had been over. He didn't think to wonder if (Y/n) was a new identity name or not.

"Finally- who's this?" (Y/n)'s mother glanced between (Y/n) and Ben who was holding the door open, his neutral expression making him look rather unamused.

"This is Ben... m-my boyfriend." (Y/n) darted her eyes to Ben as she bit down on her lower lip, unsure what explination to give. She wasn't technically lying- or at least she hoped there was something between them rather than just sleeping together last night. But she didn't fancy telling her mother Joe had helped her get a bodyguard, her mother wasn't the most considerate or understanding of people. She had been through a lot and (Y/n) had seen her change since her brother died which was understandable.

Still, her mother wouldn't see why she had asked Ben to protect her and would see him as not needed. It was easier this way.

"Oh, it's about time, darling. I can't stay long, I just came round to give you this, someone posted it to us instead." Reaching into her bag that was hanging on her right elbow, she dug around before revealing an envelope which she held out to (Y/n).

Frowning, (Y/n) reached and took the item into her own hand, wondering why someone would have delivered this to her parent's house and not here. This was the only place (Y/n) had ever moved to, she had lived in her parent's house but moved out when she was nineteen into this flat. No one she knew would send her anything to her parent's address, they knew where she lived so there was no need.

"T-this... no one else knows my old name." (Y/n) held the envelope out to Ben as she felt herself beginning to shake. All of her friends she used to know before the trial she didn't speak to anymore. She hadn't spoken to them since she left school and they had no reason to contact her anymore. The few friends she talked to and all her colleagues at work knew her as (Y/n) which is what she wanted and needed. No one knew she had a previous name for all purposes they thought her name was (Y/n) and that was that.

"Someone from school? I have to go, I'll call you soon A-"

"Mum y-you can't call me that anymore you know this." (Y/n) cut her mother off with a shake of her head.

She hated that name.

It was the name of a little girl who had seen too much. A little girl who had witnessed a murder and had seen her big brother kill himself because of it. That was a fifteen-year-old girl who was frightened, alone and afraid. That was not who she was. She was (Y/n), suffering from anxiety but someone else completely. She had a job, a home and now she had Ben. She was not that scared little girl and she wouldn't have her mother continue to call her that even if it was the name her mother had chosen for her. It was a name she didn't recognise or respond to anymore.

"It's just a name, darling. Don't tell me you're afraid of that too, now I really must dash." Her tone was so condescending, so sickly disguised as being something so sweet. It was a tone (Y/n) had come to hate. A tone of the voice of someone she hardly talked to these days.

(Y/n) loved her parents she really did but losing her brother and the trial had changed everything. Her mother was no longer the overprotective, smothering woman she had been when she never let (Y/n) get the bus home from school. She wasn't the woman who didn't let (Y/n) go out anywhere or who homeschooled her until the men were put away for their crimes. She was the woman who didn't care how (Y/n) got home from college, the woman who always found it so hard to call her anything but 'darling' or 'Amber'. She was the woman who didn't care where (Y/n) went because she felt she had lost two children instead of one.

"Charming." Ben practically sneered as he held the door open for her. His face nothing but calm and serenity like it always was. It was the mask he wore wherever he went to protect himself as well as the people around him. Last night he had taken the mask off but now he was on duty and he wasn't in the mood for what this woman was saying.

(Y/n)'s mother debated saying something but only huffed, a glare being sent in Ben's direction before she left the apartment.

Hanging her head, (Y/n) forced a calming yet shuddering breath through her lips as she took a moment to recover before looking to Ben. Her eyes drifting to the note in his hand as he raised his brows, asking silently if he could open it. He didn't fancy (Y/n) opening it in case it was from who they both thought it might be and she got into a panic. Although two of the convicted four guys were out, it was only one of them that they kept seeing in the street. That made Ben think that the other guy had tried to make a fresh start either by moving away or doing what (Y/n) was doing and hiding away.

That made it a little easier because they only had one person to worry about for the time being.

Opening the envelope, Ben pulled out a single sheet of paper which he cast his eyes over a few times before scrunching it up until it was nothing but a wrinkled, uneven circle in the palm of his hand. Almost quivering as it was now at Ben's mercy. Ben wasted no time rounding the counter to get to the bin in the kitchen, dumping the paper ball and envelope in there before heading back to (Y/n).

"W-who sent it?" (Y/n) found her voice wavering as she looked up at Ben in uncertainty. Unsure whether to feel concerned or relieved when his hands rested on either side of her neck, his thumbs brushing over her jaw to try and calm her down but that could mean good news or bad.

"No name on it, love. But I think it was one of them, there were just a few stupid questions of how are you and what have you been up to." Ben wasn't going to recite the few questions word for word but they simply went along the line of what had (Y/n) been doing and was she alright which was rather condescending in Ben's opinion. They couldn't go to the police because it wasn't threatening and it wasn't direct contact either. They hadn't done anything and there was no proof who sent it. "Nothing to worry about, love cause they don't know where you live, your proper name, where you work, nothing. If they come near you or try and see you then we can get them done for breach of bail conditions. They can't come within one hundred yards of you so you're protected, I swear."

There was nothing that could be done at this stage but Ben knew that if this man tried to intentionally see (Y/n) or get close to her he would be breaking the terms of his release. (Y/n) was the witness and one of the victims in this, if he made a move towards her he would end up back in prison because she was protected by the law in this situation.

"Do you still want to head out?" Ben questioned, his tone concerned yet understanding. This had clearly spooked her and he would understand if she just wanted to stay home instead. But (Y/n) nodded all the same, she said they would go out and as Ben said, this guy didn't know where she lived or anything about her except where she used to live. Ben was with her so she would be alright.

Leaning down Ben pressed a kiss to her temple before slowly removing his hands from her neck. An action that was both endearing yet confusing to (Y/n) because she didn't know if he was doing that out of affection or if they were actually something more.

Ben reached out and opened the door so they could head out, locking it behind them before they started heading down the corridor.

"I- I'm sorry about that with my mum... despite everything, she wouldn't understand me wanting protection. Easier not to tell her." (Y/n) kept her gaze on her feet as she tested the waters between them. She didn't know if Ben was angry or annoyed with her for either saying they were a couple or not telling her mother why he was actually with her. She could understand that on one hand, Ben may feel annoyed that she didn't say he was a bodyguard because it was his job and he seemed a very upfront person. And on the other hand, if he didn't want to be with her she had mucked things up a little by saying they were.

All of the sudden worries and thoughts rattling around in her head came to a screeching halt when Ben gingerly interlocked his hand with her own. Watching how her eyes darted down to their hands before looking up at him as they descended down the stairs to get outside.

"Why are you apologising, love? You didn't exactly lie, did you." Though Ben spoke with a hint of confidence in his words he still seemed to be asking her all the same, as if checking this is what she wanted. He watched her lips press into a thin line as she tried to stop the smile from spreading across her features. Only able to nod in response, not trusting her voice to say anything in case it broke or wobbled.

A comfortable silence enveloped them until they got into Ben's car as a sudden thought popped into his head.

"Amber, huh?" He asked lightly, not wanting to push things if (Y/n) didn't feel like she wanted to talk about her mother calling her that or simply about the name change in general. He watched her head dip down as a small smile pulled at her lips that made it seem like she was silently laughing.

"Never did like that name... mum doesn't realise the whole point of having a new name. Besides, that's not really me, you know? Amber was the fifteen-year-old going to trial... I'm not her anymore." (Y/n) knew she wasn't exactly putting the past behind her at the moment because it was still playing on her mind far too much. But she knew that name was the old her, this new version, if still worried, was someone else and (Y/n) was happy to have a small feeling of a new identity.

"I think I prefer (Y/n)." Ben whispered, knowing he was beginning to fall in love with the smile that flooded her face that he hadn't seen very often.

Gently pressing his fingers under her chin, he tilted her head up so he could press his lips to her own. Feeling the very corner of his lips quirking when he noticed (Y/n) was unable to stop herself from smiling for the first time in a long while.

[hawaiian-hunter]

That’s not a headcanon...it’s a BODY canon...

OMG this thing turned into a damned book because I just... can’t seem to shut up today, apparently.

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prompt from rpcdev’s micro challenge library. (link if you are curious!)

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

Kalia lives in her family home in Honolulu, Hawaii.  After her parents were killed when she was a teenager, she lived with a family friend that she calls “Uncle” for a number of years but recently moved back home. Being a hunter and knowing what is out there, she did not feel she could abandon the people of Oahu to monsters and such, even if most people these days don’t believe in the supernatural.

Her home is two stories, her parents having bought a home large enough for multiple children, although it was not to be. There is also a basement. She studied dance and music in her youth, and once upon a time, the basement was her sanctuary. She practiced her guitar and danced her way across the smooth floor and back. The piano she played in the living room, of course, being highly impractical to have a piano in the basement as well, not to mention it would take up too much of her dancing space.

There are four bedrooms, once upon a time, the master was her parents’ room. When she moved back home from the mainland, she didn’t have the heart to sleep there herself. So she transformed her beloved parents’ room into an office for herself, liberally placing family photographs along the walls. Her parents’ furniture is in storage as she can’t bear to part with their things entirely.

One, of course, is hers. She sleeps in a queen-sized bed, and the walls are painted a shade of purple, her favorite color. Small potted plants are scattered throughout the room, one on her nightstand, one on her dresser, one in the corner of the room.

The other two bedrooms are for guests, not that she has them often anymore. But she keeps the beds made nicely and the rooms dusted…just in case. Family from the mainland might pop in for a visit. You never know.

The living room is a very homey and cozy space, with the aforementioned piano near the floor to ceiling windows and French doors leading to the backyard and the beach beyond. The living room also, in addition to the requisite couch, loveseat, chairs and coffee table, holds a fireplace along one wall, its mantel holding more photographs and knickknacks.

The kitchen is one of Kalia’s favorite places in her home. She loves to cook and it shows, in that she had the entire thing remodeled when she came home. She always has a pot of coffee going, no matter what she is doing, whether it’s cooking, researching for a case or just relaxing with the stereo on.

The backyard also got an upgrade of its own when she returned, as the wooden furniture her father had built needed a complete overhaul, having sat out in the elements far too long. So she’d had everything sent off to be refinished and restored. And she’d had to buy a new barbecue as well. Now she was all set to entertain again, inside the house or out of it, should anyone ever visit…or decide to stay.

( ** The following is verse dependent – just in my stuff with @jackal-mcgarrett  but I like to think of this as Kalia’s main verse so… but anyway… ** )

Jack. Jackal McGarrett, son of Commander Steve McGarrett, head of the Five-0 task force. Of all the people that have come into her life, he is the one she is the most surprised over, and the happiest, if she is honest with herself.

She’d had the impression that she would be alone, and she’d been fine with it, come to terms with it, as she wasn’t the sort to pick up people in bars and have one-night stands. She understood the reasoning behind such behavior in other hunters… but she was a very emotional being and some hunts can be very draining, not just physically but emotionally as well. She just never felt she could handle not being able to share the reasons behind her post-job emotional fallout.

But Jack? He is a hunter himself, and more often than not, the two of them work together, so he not only understands, he has them himself on occasion, and she is more than happy to support him as he does her in these moments.

Somewhere along the way however, their relationship grew from hunting buddies, to drinking buddies, to friends, to best friends, and now… something more. She had feelings for him. Strong ones. And she knew he had them for her as well. I mean, a guy didn’t kiss a girl like he kissed her unless…  But they hadn’t had any discussions about anything or tried to put a name to what they were.

Jack had a key to her home, which she had given him some time ago, reasoning at the time that given the materials she had access to, it made sense for him to come over if he needed to research something. But then, as with everything else about their relationship, that grew as well, and he started coming around for reasons other than work.

Despite what Jack thinks of himself, and don’t get her started on that…please don’t. Kalia doesn’t like to think too long and too hard just yet about why Jack thinks of himself as less than human, because if she does, then she’d end up doing something…that while satisfying in the short term, might not be such a great idea in the long term. Not to mention, Kalia has a dark side. Everyone does. She doesn’t want to imagine what Jack might think of her if she gave in to that dark side, that sinister voice that beckons every so often, when she hears Jack malign himself.

But despite what Jack thinks of himself, and she disagrees with him vehemently, she has grown ridiculously attached to him. Attached? Who the hell is she kidding? She’s in love with him. Head over heels, ass over teakettle. The whole shebang, and then some. At first she was scared as hell of those feelings. Well not the feelings themselves, because she’d had them before, even though it’s been quite a while. But what people would think of her, of him, of them.

Jack had had to convince her otherwise one day while they had been out and about together. She’d been in a bit of an anxiety-ridden panic over their age difference but Jack had been quite adamant, jerking her to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. His entire demeanor had changed and he’d taken an unusually serious tone with her, one that was usually only reserved for when they were on a job. He’d looked her in the eyes and point blank told her that he “didn’t give a fuck” and she shouldn’t either. When she’d protested about his reputation, his father, and his work with his father’s team, he’d rolled his eyes and did the one thing he knew would shut her up…at least for the moment. He’d kissed the living daylights out of her. It was cliché as hell, but it worked. It shut her up all right. It also dawned on her that no one, aside from a passing few teenage boys with more hormones than manners, seemed to care. From that point on, whenever the demons of her mind bothered her on this particular topic, all she has to do to banish them is recall that kiss. And the look in his eyes after.

[lonelwhy]

My thoughts on Netflix’s ‘Élite’

(Aka a sleepy review/ramble I wrote instead of sleeping, october 2019)

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

I’d been searching for Spanish things to watch for a while, and then one time I stumbled upon Elite… I read “Spanish”, “LGBTQ” and “Teen Drama”… Let’s just say I like two of those things.

•Alright, the first thing that came to my mind is the times when one of the girls would slap one of the guys after he said something mean/stupid/hurtful. I think it happened three times with different characters every time? I just really disliked how it was never even talked about… It’s not okay to just slap someone when you feel like it. Of course, what the guys said (don’t remember exactly what) wasn’t okay either, but at least that was more acknowledged? Through the girls reacting? When a guy got slapped I think in all of the scenes, it just cut right after. Idk. Don’t slap people.

•One of the best scenes imo was in season 1 when Carla, Christian and Polo just kinda said fekk you to their mothers and all the stupid rules and ran away and they all kissed fbtntbrjjr it was just so beautiful, I even showed it to my mom.

•Another great one is when Nadia stood up to her father, also in season 1 I think, and said that if she’s going to stay at the school then she’s going to do it without his conditions (not being allowed to talk to Guzmán). I thought, great, character development and all that, my favorite thing!! The big problem is just that after that she didn’t develope and just kept on as if that conversation didn’t happen. She avoids Guzmán, saying she also “made sacrifices” etc. ): Maybe I just forgot half of it and this is all wrong, maybe. I hope so.

•Similarly, this happens to Guzmán. Boy he got some learning to do when it comes to handling emotions… as soon as something’s bad he turns all of it into anger. I like this type of character, he is problematic as heck. He reminds me of our beloved (and hated) Nathan Prescott from Life is Strange. Rich, arrogant, thinks he owns the place, got a shitty father, and is angry AF.

Now I hoped that Guzmán would get a chance to better himself… Kinda like Steve in Stranger Things? …And I think Guzmán did get a little better, maybe… Gosh im getting way to tired for this. Anyways, he backlashes all the time and it bothers me but i think he and Nadia really could learn a little from each other. U know, theycould exchange some of that arrogance&”doing whatever i feel like”-attitude VS thinking before acting and understanding what everything means… it would even it out for both and make them better people.

•please stop too many sex scenes they all look the same and gives people a problematic view of what sex is

•Ander cmon man u know the rules. Clean conscience > lying, “protecting” the hard truth! Why is everyone lying everywhere? And about the worst stuff too? Did no one ever teach them anything about doing the better things rather than the bad ones? ):

•also, Anders bf (also Nadias brother) i don’t remember his name now, he is great i feel HE eventually stood up to the dad and now he is living his truth, drag queen and ugly hawaii shirt thingy. Gotta love that guy.

•hmmm yeah yEAH riiiight and i think i got a lowkey crush on Lu… even though shes so annoying with all the crap she does, sometimes u see that facade breaking down n she is hurting. HEY HEY again, this is a GREAT opportunity for character development! Lu could become so awesome with some good guidence like… shit, i feel like she chould turn around completely and become the kindest, most sincere person ever?

•i liked when samus brother showed up like “DUDE i loved your daughter i kept this piece of paper now you know im not the killer, alright thats all, im off, probably in italy eating peaches n stuff”

•season 2 finale was set up good i think, though i don’t really care for the crime stuff.

•probably forgot some things but yeah thanks for teaching me some Spanish and good soundtrack