#please chat to me about it if you have questions hahah

[ellieslob]

★ streamer ellie!

ways to help palestine!!!

S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭

S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:

S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”

S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭

iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️

ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶

brondon444: 😭

kvcjjsaj: 😭

loverboydsa: 😭😭😭

“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”

S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻

S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.

ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys

ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.

sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭

slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???

elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩

heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop66

S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”

S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.

Instagram

girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though

S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.

elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot

elliewilliasm: spot*

elliewilliasm: STOP**😭

you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.

girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?

ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻

GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️

S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.

elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)

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[hannahlovesluca]

Hi!!Can i ask for LUXIEM(or just ike) hcs with an s/o who's just insanely good at suika or puyo puyo even though they just played the game once or twice?:D

i had to write this ASAP i love writing ab reader playing games LMAOO

Luxiem + S/O who’s good at Suika

• he’s mediocre at suika, so normally he wouldnt join any tostus while the other is playing (i hardly see him join totsus in general so-)

• however if its YOU whos hosting any kind of tostu or just anything, HES JOINING INBA HEARTBEAT

• yk how he is with ike? all simp-y and always looking for a way to spend time with him? yeah he does that to you too

• anyway, when he sees you get 3000+ points your FIRST TIME PLAYING

• his face: 😧

• he probably doesn’t believe that its your first time LMAOO - you probably have to prove it to him off stream somehow

• if you’re his kouhai: “y/n, i’m your elder you can’t be embarrassing me like this…”

• if you’re his senpai: “…you know what they say; the elder, the wiser.”

• “oh god, please don’t bounce up…” “PLEASE BOUNCE UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD” - guess which one is vox

• anyway, afterwards, he’ll probably force you to watch him play fnaf afterwards so he has sone sort of pride in being able to out-do you somehow

• the mf sings to try and distract you to get you to mess up

• change. my. mind.

• “country rooooaaaaadssss, take me hooooooooome, to the plaaaaaceeee i BEEEELOOOOOOONGGGGG”

• getting 3000 first time hes just like ?????

• probably has that one face with the wide eyes and mouth wide open (like that one clip of sonny during the game show off collab w/ noctyx)

• and if you’re like him and start spewing nonsense to focus better, he’ll be laughing so hard

• “hey, chat, do you think anal hurts that bad?”

• “what???”

• if you have his fugi on your head whilst streaming he’ll probably pretend to punch it now and then just to get a reaction out of you

• mf is okay at suika but not like terribly amazing

• that being said hes rooting for you and will probably be so amazed at you repeatedly getting over 3000

• if there ever is a point where you’re malding he’ll either - A: Mald with you - B: Laugh his fucking ass off

• “WHY THE FUCK DID IT BOUNCE UP TO THE TOP?!?!”

• “LMAO AHAHAHAHAHABSISHWHAHA”

• definitely literally says “lmao” if you fail

• will bring up the most random things to talk about!!!

• “y/n have you seen that food theory video where he tried to cook his steak in the dryer??”

• “luca wtf are you talking about?”

• if you recently had an off collab he’ll also be telling embarrassing stories about you

• “[insert fan name] did you guys know that Y/N eats their oatmeal dry?? like no water.”

• anyways all around, hes amazed and he probably sends you a sweet discord message after stream

• “you’re so good at suika!!! :D”

• FOLLOW UP MESSAGE: “ew that was cringe ignore that”

• he just sucks at suika so hes just like: :0

• “y/n??? this isn’t like…pre-recorded?”

• “DO YOU NOT TRUST ME, IKE??”

• im running out of ideas for them uhhh

• when you get over 3000 your first try hes genuinely so amazed

• say he has a zatsu the next day, if someone superchats him about the totsu the night before he’ll go on a rant about how jealous he is that you’re so good at Suika

• “yeah, Y/N is like Shu and Mari with Tetris, they need to teach me their ways.”

• “an akasupa! ‘honest opinions on Y/N?’ Good question!”

• and then never elaborates

• uhhhhhh

• will most likely start bringing up either super philosophical topics to talk about or it’ll end up just being about miku

• LMAO IMAGINE YOU START TRASH TALKING IKE BEFORE HE JOINS THE TOTSU AND HE JOINS OUT OF PETTINESS???

• “yeah- so ike sucks at this game HAHAH-“ *ike joins* “SAY IT TO MY FACE”

• as soon as you sent the message you were doing a totsu he reacted to the message with that pepe side eye emote they have in the NIJI discord

• probably doesn’t join first, he waits for others

• LMAOO IF ITS HIM AND CLAUDE ITS GONNA BE CHAOTIC ASF

• claude: “y/n how do you feel about patriotism?” shu: “frick the patriarchy” y/n: “????”

• but, if the other leaves and its just you two, since hes pretty good at the game as well, he’ll probably help you with where to drop it

• and again, like luca, will probably bring up random topics

• and ligma jokes

• lots and lots of ligma jokes

• will also send messages in the discord server like:

• Shu Yamino: “y/n is too good someone plz trash talk them”

• Shu Yamino: “oh frick y/n’s good”

• LMAO PROBABLY TWEETS TOO

• Shu Yamino 👟☯️: y’all cant compare what the flip is this

notice how luca and ike’s are the longest

[radiant-reid]

I know you’ve done something similar but can you do a jealous reid one where reader is close to someone on the team (like hotch) and Reid gets all jealous and confesses to reader! happy ending please🤭smut if you want but not a dealbreaker hahah thank you and I love your writing so much!!

Spencer’s never seen his boss smile as much as he is now. All Hotch seems to do is grin, and it’s only when you’re in his office. Whether you’re bringing him coffee, asking a work related question or just going to talk to him, it infuriates Spencer.

“Surely he doesn’t need more coffee already.” Spencer complains aloud in the bullpen. He hadn’t meant to let it slip, knowing his crush could be relieved, but you’re up there making Hotch laugh.

“Thought you’d be happy someone’s taking care of boss man.” Morgan says. “Some statistic about him smiling related to us getting time off.”

JJ tuts knowingly. “Not when his girlfriend is responsible for those smiles.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Spencer snaps, shaking his head. “She just- I feel like she should be doing work, okay? We all are while she’s up there chatting.”

No one gets behind his speech against you. “If she gets her paperwork done, there’s only one reason that bothers you.” Emily tells him.

He knows there’s nothing else he can add to make himself seem less into you, so he doesn’t say anything, just sits there sulking for the rest of the day.

Until you stand in front of his desk after the bullpen has been cleared out for the night. “Hey.” You start.

“Hi.” He offers in return. It’s easy to forget about his jealousy when you look so gorgeous standing in front of him, giving him all you attention.

“I was wondering if you-”

You’re cut off by Hotch touching your shoulder as he walks past, out of the office before seven. “Goodnight, Y/n. Goodnight, Reid.”

“Goodnight, Aaron.” You say in reply, waving at him.

Spencer sees red. It’s got to be you that’s the reason Hotch is going home early, and you’re on a first name basis with him? Nope. He doesn’t like that one bit.

“What do you want, L/n?” Spencer asks you sharply when your boss is gone.

You’re taken off guard by his tone. “I wanted to know if you were going to eat tonight.”

“Why? Shouldn’t you be concerned about what your boyfriend is going to eat?” He asks. “Gosh and I thought that I liked you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, words that judging by the worried look on his face, he didn’t mean to say. “I’m not his girlfriend.” You tell Spencer. “He just helped me get this job, not that I’m not qualified, but I’ve known him for a long time, and I like caring about people and that’s not a bad thing.”

“I know.” Spencer quickly says, getting up and grabbing his stuff. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s… refreshing how kind you are. We don’t see much of that here.”

You smile lightly at him. “Well, I don’t plan on leaving.”

“That’s good as well.” He replies. “About dinner, would you like to go together?”

“As a date?” You ask hopefully.

“Yes.” He offers, sounding unsure.

You grin as you nod. “I’d love that.”

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Okay okay okay okay so so so so

I’ve never rlly does these before but I am in dire need of more Kuras content so 😇

I apologize if these are dumb, or have been done before- I consume a lot of media and also can’t remember what I have had for breakfast so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen.

ALR

HERE WE GO

Are u ready…

please sound more enthusiastic, I need you to go: YEAHHHH LES GOOO

Ahem ahem

We’ll work on it.

Kuras x Mc headcanons

Warnings: None? Unless you’re like me and swoon so easily you accidentally hit ur head on your writer’s desk. There’s a price to pay by being too dramatic you know.

KURAS WEARING HIS GLASSES WHILE READING A BOOK TO YOU.

Imagine, you’ve had a really rough day, you’re overwhelmed, exhausted, your head is pulsing with an incoming headache—

—and you walk through the door and Kuras turns to you with a small smile, opening his mouth to greet u before he takes in your condition. INSTANTLY, he gets some tea going, a hot bath, some comfy pajamas, and after all that, he sits down, golden glasses resting atop his nose, book in hand. He pats his lap and while you rest your head down while he reads to u iN THE MOST CALMING LOW VOICE. Mwah mwah, perfection. Thank you Angel husbando.

And before you completely drift off into dream land, you feel the soft, plushy feel of his lips on your forehead that shoos the headache away.

AHHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT MOVING ON

You know that lore that’s like…’if ur left(or right?) ear rings, an Angel is trying to talk to you?

That happens to u every time Kuras is desperately wanting to speak with you but he’s either too busy, or you’re too busy to chat at the moment.

And when he falls for u, it starts happening way more frequently. Like, you’re taking a sip of your coffee or tea or whatever, and suddenly your ear goes EEEEEEEEEEEEE

Dang that was funky

But then it happens again when you’re at work, when you’re talking with one of the other LI or friends, when you’re picking up dinner, WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO FRICKIN SLEEP >:0

It gets to be such a bother that you HAHAH, actually go see Kuras about it. You walk in like, ‘Kuras, my man, can u please check up on my ear, it’s been buzzing nonstop.’

And after some questions, he starts to realize…oh dang, has he really been thinking about you that much? Dang, what a simp he has become. That’s his true monster form all along. A massive, mullet haired simp.

He does find a way to help you. Though he still thinks about u just as much.

OKAY OKAY NEXT ONE

Is it just me or does Kuras seem like a guy that constantly radiates warmth. Like his hands? Always warm like he’s been holding a hot cup of tea. His hugs??? Just like being wrapped up in a blanket right outta the dryer(drier?).

I feel like if you easily get cold, he does the thing cold handed people do and sometimes just surprises u by putting his warm palm on the back of your neck.

ALSO ALSO ALSO- if you’re strolling with him during either a cold rainstorm, or when it’s winter and snowing—you say something like- “My nose feels like it’s going to freeze and fall off ):” and you’re right, it’s gotten so cold you’ve now become Rudolph. Your cheeks are pretty red too.

NOT TO FEAR

Kuras will then gently brush your hair out of your face before planting a warm little smooch on the tip of your nose and then a BUNCH of kisses across your cheeks. Warmth blooms across your entire body and BOOM. Problem solved.

Because you’re probably also blushing now too.

He also rushes you home faster too- YOU ARENT GETTING A COLD ON HIS WATCH ):<

FOR THE LAST HEADCANON—or rather, this is just an artistic vision…

Kuras with Miku style pigtails.

OKAY WE’RE DONE

I hope you enjoyed those, and that they’ve haven’t been done already. I just love my tall Angel husband and hope he gets more content.

Anyway, I hope you have a rlly good day and drink perfectly cold water and find something that makes you happy. 😙

[our-agender-experience]

hey, my name is Freddie (I’m afab and 14) and I kinda just need to rant for a bit

so i came out to my family and friends in early 2023. It was great to finally tell them and get it off my chest but lately I’ve been questioning again.

I know that I’m agender, I am completely sure of it, but still I keep asking myself if I am, maybe I’m just cis, maybe I’m a trans boy, maybe I just want attention, or maybe I’m not valid because I’m not sure about my pronouns.

it’s so exhausting because every time I get doubts i have to say to myself “do you feel gender? No. You are agender and you are valid.” And it keeps helping less and less each time I say it.

it’s at the point where I could chant “I am valid” over and over and over for an hour and I’d still have that little voice in the back of my head.

it doesn’t help that I have no other transmasc friends. I have a transfem friend and I care about her a lot but she identifies as a woman, not non binary. I really need someone who understands,

someone who understands what it’s like to go on social media and see “non binary people don’t exist” and “trans spaces are for trans girls” and “you’re too young to know” and “hahah transmascs are just little infants, so small and weak”

it really hurts and I’m so tired, I’m scared because I don’t know how long I can keep going for,

and what’s scarier is I don’t know what I’ll do when I give up

Oh dear. If it helps, I am transmasc agender and afab. And please, don't give up. There are people who care about you. I barely know who you are, but I care about you (platonically). And yes, all the discourse about trans and genderqueer people is BS. Like seriously, how does me living my life affect others? And also, I've been going to a gym, so the whole "transmascs are weak" thing is completely untrue. Non-binary people exist, and trans spaces are for everyone under the trans umbrella. And, if you need some positive trans stuff, I recommend looking up trans tiktok compilations on YouTube, if that is safe for you to do. Two YouTubers I found good for this purpose are 'alexthegender' and 'random stuff', who both have excellent trans tiktok compilations. And, if you ever need to talk, as long as I'm able to, I'll listen. If you'd like to chat further, my main blog is @randomvoices

[gallavich-headcanon]

anon!! i'm gonna be a bit missing for a couple days 'cause i'm visiting my sister, in the meanwhile, a) let me throw my love at you-

and b) i'll microdose you on the headcanon of probably ian having a tiktok account like this and. mickey completely falling for his scheme. maybe there's singing added somewhere along the line. all "ian's voice is mickey's favourite sound (to fall asleep to), actually". mainly because i reread yqhbr on my train ride here today and got re-obsessed with the whole social media au schtick.

Hello my darling! I have been starting to wonder where did my favorite goblin disappear to!

You have an older sister besides your twin right? That’s fun! I will probably flood your inbox this weekend those because my mom is leaving Friday morning hahah so please makes sure your inbox is waterproof.

Yes to any and all social media AUs! (one day I’m gonna get my thoughts together about an onlyfans AU) yes I love angsty guitar player Ian! And the rings! IAN’S VOICE! What if Ian goes live sometime on TikTok and people request songs? He does it at night mostly, when he can’t sleep. Mickey can’t sleep either so he requests some lesser known songs but Ian knows most of them and they start interacting (Mickey writing in the chat and Ian speaking to the camera). Mickey starts asking more and more questions to hear Ian’s voice. Listening to Ian blabbering helps sooth Mickey and he falls asleep to those lives. (Maybe Ian has a small fanbase and they post the live stream on YouTube afterwards?)

Oh Nosho what will I do without our shenanigans? 😭 please enjoy your time with your sister but come feed me some headcanons every once in a while 🖤

[petrichoraline]

Hi Petri! 👋😊 I’m here to offer a distraction! (And cause I’m genuinely curious) Not to sound like an ignorant American 😬 but how did you learn English? Is it taught in schools in Italy? Like it’s just standard for people to be bilingual now? Or is it something you took extra classes for? Or did you grow up in an English speaking environment? How much English do you use in your daily life?

Ho imparato l’italiano all’università ma non lo uso tutti i giorni quindi l’ho dimenticato 😔

karen my love, first and foremost - thank you soo much for indulging me 🥰🥰🥰 the giffing process is kicking my ass right now so this is a breath of fresh air <33

i think i should immediately clarify - i am not italian! i'm assuming it's possible the misunderstanding happened because monica is? or maybe i said smth that could lead to that conclusion? anyways, i am eastern european and balkan, my first closer look at italian happened two days ago through a language learning app hahah

so, i don't know about italian schools, i would assume they also teach english just like ours do (i hope you forgive me trying to be vague about my nationality) but i cannot say with certainty. i've studied english all throughout school but i didn't become fluent because of it - most english classes in school are not nearly enough to make you good, whether it's the teachers or the study plans - it's just not it. this is why many of us were signed up for lessons as kids - i went to group lessons near school till the sixth grade. i took a pause because of school exams but never went back so all of my fluency now is a result of

1. english class in school

2. six years of private (group) english lessons (!!!)

3. all sorts of media - not only movies, music, books etc. the original language of which is english but also other foreign media in english -translated books, subtitled videos, explained lyrics (!!!)

4. talking to foreigners and friends in english

5. studying other languages through english - even while studying japanese in high school most if not all of our resources were in english, the sites we use, the textbooks - all of it (though there was this one textbook in vietnamese lol)

i'd say it's pretty standard for europeans to know english, a lot of us know three languages or more because they're close to ours. i personally don't but still, it is common. in school english was the basic foreign language and in middle school i chose russian as my second one. most people don't end up fluent in the language they choose in middle school (if they even choose any, you could do maths or smth else, i suppose schools are different) because we study it for three years only. i am not anywhere near fluent in russian lol

but language learning is a thing. my personal observations, though, are that people from my country aren't that good at english in general but maybe as a whole we're fine. a foreigner would make do around here especially speaking to younger people.

as for how much english i use - i use it daily lol, online i speak and read in english, the shows i watch are either in english or have english subtitles and i spend a lot of time on the computer. a lot of my personal vent monologues are in english (you know the ones where youre alone and decide its time to give a ted talk to no one in particular), even when i chat with irl friends we often use english because we're all fluent and we throw it in there, there's a lot of sentence frankensteining happening lol

thank you so much for asking!! if you have additional questions please hit me up, i am a yapper and you're giving me enrichment <33

also it's never too late to go back to italian you know 😗im just getting started and it's so interesting! (though confusing cause they also have gendered nouns but the genders don't match ours 😩lmao)

[alcohol1maid]

Sooo...yall remember when I said I'll make a sweetened chaos fic which I kinda forgot a out? Wellll.....

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A friendly encounter

The green haired girl giggled to herself as she played the girls hair.

The much younger girl who was minding her own business, had yet another encounter with the familiar green haired girl while waiting for a train...

The girl sighed, trying to ignore her, but secretly, she did like her company, just a little bit though. Better than being alone, which she's slowly becoming foreign to.

"Your hairs so pretty, miss umi!"

"Oh...t-thanks"

being called 'miss umi' did fill her up with a little bit of excitement, but she hid it easily.

"I wonder though...how are you allowed to have this kind of hair in school, don't they not allow it?"

"I...its just, it just has..smaller policy's...I think"

"Oh woow!! That must be amazing! There must be so many things you can get away with!"

"Y-yeah" kema umi blushed a little, deep inside, she kinda hoped that the 'trickster girl' would stay for a little longer, even if she was front face in denial about it.

Trickster giggled after this, she loved playing with people's feelings, kema was no different.

This made her smile, she didn't see kema any different then the other people she teased through out her years, all though she did find more enjoyment in doing this since...in a while. Stuff happened.

"But i must say miss kema, about that...friend of yours, what's his name? North...sky?"

Kema umi paused, she almost forgot that trickster knew about him, especially since its been a while since their first encounter.

"O-oh y-yeah...what about him?" She turned towards trickster, which had a grin on face, which kema felt off-put by.

"You see...that nerd friend? What do you...see in him, like are you to like, a thing or something?"

Kema almost gasped, she's never been told a question like this before.

"H-hes just...a sweet guy, that's all..."

kema umi got embarrassed by this question, did she think they were dating? She hid her face with her hair after that, she was hot as a pepper.

"Hmm...m'kay"

Trickster knew that wasn't just it, but she didn't want to keep going on with the question, since she knew if she did kema would leave early.

She simply just left it at that, however, she wanted to know about the boy.

"Ya know, miss kema?"

Kema umi was still hiding her face, overthinking every word she just said.

Trickster laughed at this

"Dawwhh, is my little strawberry embarrassed? Hehehe, it's fine kema! I was just goofing with ya!"

Kema let go off her hair, giving trickster a

'Really...?' Looking on her face, which trickster had to admit did look a little cute.

"Hahah!" Trickster laughed "oh kema, you always know how to make me laugh!"

Kema umi wanted to blow up, but simply but looked away, pounting.

"Y-yeah I was just...feeling ill...that's all"

Trickster obviously knew this wasn't true, but still played along for her entertainment.

"Oh miss umi! Your just the cutest, you know that?" She giggled " oh, I just wanna squeeze so tight!" Suddenly, trickster put both of her arms around kemas neck.

Kema umi was surprised by this, not really knowing how to react. But she found confront in this, which honestly surprised her a little. She felt...safe, and honestly wished it lasted longer.

But then suddenly, a phone started ringing.

It was tricksters.

Trickster let go of kema, and answered her phone.

"H-hello?"

It was none other than casimir, who rung the house phone.

"How's my master doing? Can you come back please...little miss penelope is misbehaving, master..."

Trickster was a little annoyed, but simply replied

"Oh, yeah sure, I'll be there inn..." trickster looked up at the trains clock. "10 minutes..?"

"Just hurry master! She's making a mess!"

"Okay! Okay! Jeez..." trickster hung up the phone and looked down at kema

" I would love to stay and chat but, my family needs me dear! I promise when we meet again, I'll bring you all the sweets you want!"

Trickster winked at her, before walking off to the train station exit.

Kema umi heard her entire conversation with him, master? Penelope? Kema umi had so many questions, was she a mom? Did she have a boyfriend?

So many thoughts were racing through her head, why would anyone call their family member 'master' ?

Not too long later, her train arrived. Kema umi got up from her seat, and walked towards it, mind still running.

Kema umi sat down on one of the seats, looking out at the window.

"Well...that's gonna be a story to tell tommrow" she told herself, just as the train was about to leave.

THE END

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Hope yall enjoyed this! Sorry for not making it till now! I kinda forgot about it till today lol. I hope you sweetened chaos fans liked your meal! <3

And also, trickster belongs to my dearest friend @boiling-potato ! Thanks for giving me permission to make this a while back, apologies for the extremely long wait! <3

[sunshine-vx]

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 17- part 2 of 2)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's first two illustrations done by @moonlightalpha666 ! Third illustration done by Jang! Here's their Twitter! Tysm to them and Moon for the amazing drawings! The illustrations are only here in the second part, so I apologize for that, but nonetheless I hope yall enjoy!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

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As they walked to Lady Sneasler's seat, Ingo enthusiastically explained Wardens and Noble Pokémon to Emmet. Emmet told Ingo he already knew some about them, but it didn't exactly stop him from asking questions and learning more. 

"As I told you, I had some strange feelings about my origins…so I began to prepare people to help me with my duties here in Hisui. It seems I planned in time!" Ingo explained.

"You do not mind, do you?" Emmet said.

"Not at all! I'm not giving them up, just having some people help me out, especially if I should leave for some time." Ingo responded.

Emmet simply nodded. 

"Here we are." Irida announced, "Hectar? It's Irida! Are you here?"

After a moment, a Pearl Clan man rushed out into the small clearing in front of Irida, Ingo and Emmet. A tall, strange looking Pokémon Emmet had never seen in person followed; Sneasler? Emmet stepped back a bit, not wanting to cause trouble.

Hectar smiled, "Lady Irida! Warden Ingo, I'm so glad to see you!"

Sneasler grinned and made happy clicking and chattering sounds. 

Hectar then spotted Emmet, and his smile vanished, "Who..is that..?"

Sneasler's grin faded as well, and she narrowed her eyes with a bit of a snarl, watching Emmet carefully.

Before anything escalated further, Ingo was able to once again explain the situation; That Emmet was his brother, and he was sure there was nothing to worry about, and that they needed Hectar to come with them.

In response to that, Hectar and Sneasler seemed to calm down. "I see..you have been focusing on your origins more lately. Perhaps it was a sign of sorts."

Ingo nodded, "Perhaps! Will you be willing to take care of Lady Sneasler for a while?"

Hectar nodded, "It would be an honor."

Irida went to speak to Hectar and Lady Sneasler. Ingo and Emmet couldn't hear what they were saying, but Hectar nodded, Sneasler making a rumble, before Irida walked back to where she had been. 

Ingo spoke again, "Has the seat been safe? Can we leave Lady Sneasler by herself for a while so we can go to this meeting?"

"It has been, I believe we can, and I will go with you all," Hectar answered, "but I wonder what Lady Sneasler thinks of all this. We cannot leave her alone if she isn't okay with it."

As if she was listening in, Sneasler approached Emmet, who went still. She leaned in and sniffed him, thinking for a moment, before standing up straight and making some clicking and chatting noises.

Ingo laughed, "She thinks you're alright, Emmet! She said just don't do anything wrong, hahah.." Ingo turned to his Lord, "I promise, my Lady, Emmet is pure of heart."

"I promise..Lady Sneasler…I would never want to hurt Ingo or anybody else." Emmet smiled awkwardly, attempting some sort of bow, "It is nice to meet you"

Lady Sneasler turned to Ingo and made more hushed sounds, clearly only for Ingo to hear. Ingo listened, before reaching out his hand to pet her, "Don't worry, I am not going away forever."

Ingo stopped, thinking, before making sure he looked Lady Sneasler in the eyes.

"Change may happen. That I cannot deny. But what I can also say is that I will NOT abandon you, my Lady. That is okay, right? We'll go down this track together."

Lady Sneasler paused, hesitating, before nodding and smiling, making a chirp of approval. 

Ingo nodded, "Bravo! I'll be away for a short while soon, probably tomorrow, but I'll see you again. I promise I'll come to see you again before I leave."

The smile on Sneasler's face widened ever so slightly as she made a content trilling noise.

Ingo lowered his hand, "My Lady, we need Hectar to help us out with something, so we'll need to leave you here alone. I may not return tonight, if I don't, Hectar will inform you about whatever happened. And If I don't return tonight, I promise I will see you tomorrow. Is that all okay?"

Sneasler thought for a moment, before flickering her feather out of her face and  chattering. She seemed content. As long as she got to see Ingo before he went to do whatever he was going to do, if he was. 

"Thank you both so very much!" Ingo conveyed.

"I am verrry grateful. Thank you." Emmet added simply, although he was nothing short of genuine. 

"Let's get going, then." Irida stated. Sounds of agreement echoed throughout the group, and Lady Sneasler clicked and chattered in contentment. She began to make her way back to her preferred area, chirping a loud "see you" before she was out of sight.

"So, we're going to Jubilife Village for a meeting?" Hectar asked.

"And possibly stopping by the Diamond Clan, briefly." Irida answered.

"I see, then. Well, there's no use in waiting." Hectar said.

"Yes. We should go." Emmet stated.

Ingo nodded, exclaiming, "Alright then. Let us depart!"

As Irida, Hectar, Emmet and Ingo made their way, they stopped by the Diamond Clan; The Pearl Clan's once-rival, now ally.

Rei and Akari had stopped by their settlement vaguely, as they said they would, to alert them that some Pearl Clan members would probably be making their way to their settlement, to not panic, and that everything would be explained.

This resulted in Diamond Clan Leader Adaman taking an alert stance around his Settlement. He spotted Irida and the other two immediately upon them setting foot in their territory.

Adaman wasn't looking for trouble, just to make sure none was coming his way. Of course, he was also a bit shocked regarding Emmet, and seemed to think the claims regarding the Distortion were strange, but thankfully, he understood why they needed him to attend this meeting.

"Dialga is our clan's lord, and Hisui is our home. It's important I'm present at a meeting that addresses an issue that involves it in any way." Adaman explained.

With that, Ingo, Emmet, Irida and Hectar asked Adaman to follow them to Jubilife Village, where they'd have a meeting with the Galaxy Team. Thankfully, he agreed. Adaman went to inform his clan, and once he returned to the group, they continued their way to Jubilife Village.

Eventually, Irida, Hectar, Adaman, Ingo and Emmet made it to Jubilife Village. Some people seemed a bit nervous, but no one really panicked, so Ingo and Emmet assumed Akari and Rei had already explained the situation to the village themselves; Arceus bless their souls. Cyllene was waiting with Akari, Rei and Lady Zisu outside of the Galaxy Team Headquarters, Ingo, Emmet and Irida getting a wave from most of them upon being seen. 

"So, is it true?" Zisu asked Ingo, "Is this person your twin brother?"

"Indeed, he is!" Ingo exclaimed. Emmet waved, "Hello. I am Emmet."

"Well, welcome to Hisui, Emmet." Commander Cyllene chimed in, "We have quite a bit to discuss, so let's not waste too much time on idle chatter."

A union of 'yes ma'am!'s came from the others. 

"It's settled, then. Meet me in my office."

And with that, Commander Cyllene turned and went back into the Headquarters, Irida, Hectar, Adaman and Zisu following. 

Ingo and Emmet exchanged glances. Ingo could tell Emmet was nervous. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Emmet. Don't get too riled up, okay?" Ingo said, "No matter what, I'll always be there to help you."

Emmet smiled, replying with a simple, "Thank you. Me too."

Once everyone was inside Commander Cyllene's office, it was straight to work.

Emmet was asked a few questions. Why he came to Hisui, how he came, and what he was planning. The answers were simple; He wanted to find Ingo, he had the aid of Legendary Pokémon, and that he wanted to bring Ingo home.

The mention of Dialga and Palkia certainly got their attention. If it was true, it was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, not even they were omnipotent. They couldn't know for sure. 

Cyllene, Irida and Adaman all shared glances with each other.

"Well, Ingo.." Irida explained, "Regarding what I said back there. I do want you to find out more about yourself, but you know how it is about strangers around here--"

"Emmet is not just another person. He is my brother." Ingo interjected.

"Right," Adaman responded, "but he's still a stranger to us."

Ingo was quiet for a moment. He supposed they were right. But what were they insinuating?

Cyllenne spoke, "So, what we plan to do is put Emmet through some trials--"

"No!" Ingo shouted, shrinking back a bit as he realized his disrespect. He quickly regains composure and begins to speak again, "Lady Irida, Sir Adaman, Commander Cyllene- with all due respect, I won't accept you putting my brother through trials. He doesn't need to prove himself just because he wants to bring his brother home with him."

"And with all due respect to you, Warden Ingo; Didn't you just meet this man?" Cyllene responded, "How do you know he is to be trusted, what his intentions are, or if he's even truly your brother?"

Ingo was taken aback by this, and when he glanced over to look at Emmet, it looked like he had been, too. He seemed upset. 

Ingo thought for a moment, before turning his gaze back to Cyllene.

"Commander Cyllene, you understand how my mind works, and how others do, as well. Haven't you ever seen or heard something, and had that feeling in your gut you can't ignore?" Ingo explained, "I may be missing my memory, but I am not stupid. Even if I don't have the memories to prove it, I know for a fact Emmet is someone of pure intentions, and my brother. Plus, I did not just look over any lack of evidence– there is evidence, and there will be more once we contact Dialga and Palkia!"

Ingo stood straight and firm. He did not waver.

Akari and Rei made sure to mention Emmet's incredible performance against the Alpha Pokémon and how in-sync he was with Ingo, Ingo backing up their claims. It made Emmet smile.

Having gained just a bit more confidence, Emmet then stepped forward, also now more calm in composure.

"Bringing Ingo home is all I want to do." Emmet chimed in, "However. If it helps keep the peace, what are your demands? I am not doing this because I need to prove myself, but because I want to help."

Cyllene nodded, before waving Zisu, Irida and Adaman in her direction. They spoke for some moments. 

Then, Cyllene turned to face Ingo and Emmet, "Ingo, Emmet, if we understand correctly, Emmet plans on helping bring Ingo to his origin world. Is this true?" Cyllene questioned

"Yes. You want to go, right, Ingo?" Emmet spoke

"Absolutely!" Ingo replied, "I'm lucky I have some great people to help me out!"

Cyllenne continued, "We cannot allow that to be permanent, at least without a lot of planning and work and many other things."

Ingo blinked, surprised, "Oh, no, my trip will not be permanent! As I've said to some others, change may happen, and if it does, I will take charge of what I must do to make sure it goes smoothly! I just want to find out more about my origin world, rejoice with it and the things and people within it, like Emmet here! That's why I was getting some people to help me out with my jobs, in case I needed to leave for some time to find out more about my origins."

Emmet seemed a bit perplexed, but smiled, not speaking. 

"So like an expedition of sorts?" Irida interjected.

"I suppose you could say that!" Ingo replied.

"Then, how much time do you request?" Cyllene questioned.

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure.." Ingo muttered. 

"About two months and a half." Emmet stated.

Ingo smiled, "Yes! That sounds excellent! Oh, and this is very important..Emmet must return with me. That's okay, right, Emmet?"

Emmet nodded without hesitation, "Yup. Absolutely."

"And what will become of your roles as a Battlegrounds Manager and Lady Sneasler's Warden? You mentioned having some help from others." Cyllene questioned

"Ingo's been training me to be a Battlegrounds Manager!" Rei exclaimed, "I'm sure Ms. Zisu and myself can manage on our own for a while!"

Rei turned to Zisu, "Right, Ms. Zisu?"

Zisu hesitated for a moment, before laughing and smiling softly, "Of course..yeah, we can do that! Don't sweat it."

"And..Ingo has been training me to be a temporary Warden for Lady Sneasler," Hectar spoke as well, "we already agreed that I can take care of Lady Sneasler for a while on my own."

"And if you guys need help, you always have others!" Akari chimed in.

Ingo laughed, "Yes, what they said! I promise you they've been doing excellent in their roles. Putting them in my place for a while shouldn't hurt."

Cyllene turned to Zisu, then Irida, "Zisu, Irida; Your thoughts?"

"We'll be fine. Rei has been doing very well!" Zisu commented.

"Hectar has also been doing well. We will be alright." Irida stated. 

"Rei, Hectar, Zisu, Irida," Ingo avowed, "thank you all so, so much."

"Yes, thank you all. We are extremely grateful." Emmet added.

Rei and Hectar gleamed, Zisu and Irida nodding approvingly.

Cyllene hummed to herself for a second, thinking to herself for a few moments. Afterwards, she walked up to Irida and Adaman, speaking to them for a few moments. Afterwards, all three faced Ingo and Emmet

"So, there are things outside of Ingo's jobs to be dealt with. We have a plan to settle things. As you've explained, Emmet supposedly came here by getting the aid of Dialga and Palkia." Cyllene explained, "Tomorrow, we will make way for the Temple of Sinnoh, and Emmet will summon them there. Wherever and whenever he came from before landing in Hisui, Dialga and Palkia should have knowledge of him. If they can confirm he is telling the truth, we will get off your case. If he is not..then there will be consequences. Understood?"

"Understood! I know Emmet will be able to prove himself. Right, Emmet?" Ingo declared without hesitation, turning to his brother.

Emmet blinked, then smiled wide, nodding firmly. "Yes, I will!"

Once again, the three faction leaders shared looks, before Cyllene nodded once again.

"It's settled, then."

"Well, I must be honest, then," Emmet spoke, "I need one last thing, first."

"What would that be?" Cyllene said

"Akari, Irida, Adaman." Emmet explained, "I can assure you that I am telling the truth, but I need your help so tomorrow can go smoothly. Allow me to explain."

They listened. 

"Akari, I have heard that you are considered a hero of the Hisui region; That you have done many, many great things. Adaman, Irida, I understand that you two are the leaders of the Diamond and Pearl Clan, that worship Dialga and Palkia." Emmet continued, "I am not completely sure, but I was thinking maybe you'd have what I need. When I summoned Dialga and Palkia to get their help, I used the 'Adamant and Lustrous Orbs', two artifacts verrry closely linked to them. The Orbs were not able to come with me here, and I will need them to summon them again tomorrow, so I was wondering if you know where they are."

Adaman, Irida and Akari seemed surprised.

"Wow, Emmet, you sure do know a lot about this all.." Akari replied. Irida and Adaman turned to Akari, speaking to her in somewhat lowered voices.

"Akari, we have entrusted you with those artifacts. We cannot afford them to be damaged or abused. What do you think?"

Akari thought for a moment, before answering, "I will make sure nothing happens. I think we should give it a shot." Akari turned to Emmet and Ingo, "Luckily for you, Emmet, we have the Adamant and Lustrous Orbs. We will give them to you at the Temple of Sinnoh tomorrow. How's that?"

Akari glanced at Adaman and Irida, who nodded.

Ingo clasped his hands together, "Yes, bravo! You won't regret this, thank you so very much! Right, Emmet?"

Emmet nodded, his eyes sparkling brightly, "Yes, indeed! Thank you all verrry much."

"That's all then, everyone?" Cyllene questioned. 

Everyone in the room seemed to respond in the positive.

"Then it's settled. You should all prepare for tomorrow." Cyllene vocalized.

"Alright, then Irida and I will be returning to our clans." Adaman said. Irida nodded, approaching Hectar and motioning him to follow them. Then, the three of them left.

"I'll be looking over the Battlegrounds." Zisu commented before also exiting.

"Good luck, you two!" Akari chimed in, "Let's go, Rei!"

Rei smiled and nodded, calling out to the twins as they left, "We believe in you both!"

After a moment, Cyllene stepped forward towards Ingo and Emmet.

"Warden Ingo, Emmet, I have rented you two temporary housing for the night in Jubilife." Cyllene informed, "It is the second house on the right, second row. Be awake by 9:00 AM. Goodnight to you both; You are dismissed."

"Thank you. I will make sure to do as I have been told." Emmet said simply.

"Thank you so much, Commander! We'll make sure to do everything right!" Ingo chimed in.

Cyllene simply nodded, the twins then leaving the Headquarters.

Ingo knew the village well, and led Emmet to the place they'd be staying in. It was a small, one-room house, but cozy-looking. 

"Oh, there's only one place for someone to sleep." Ingo commented, "There should be more blankets and pillows in the storage chest, give me just a moment!"

"Thank you! Do you need help?" Emmet responded.

"Nope, I got it!" Ingo opened the storage chest and dug around, taking out some blankets and a pillow. Emmet looked at the materials for a moment, before jumping as an idea popped into his head.

"Ingo! I have an idea!" He exclaimed. 

Ingo raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Do tell."

Emmet approached Ingo and took some of the blankets, "Here, let me help you! How about we make a big pallet instead?"

"Make a pallet? Did we do this back in our origin world?" Ingo asked.

"Not really recently, but we would do it as children, mostly when we stayed up really late, yup! Hahah.." Emmet explained.

Ingo chuckled, "It does sound a bit familiar..alright then, let's do it!"

Emmet gleamed. The twins used the blankets and pillow already on the ground and the ones from the chest to put together a pallet on the floor. Ingo did it gleefully and flawlessly, as if he had done it many times before. 

When the pallet was ready, the twins laid down for rest; Except it seemed a bit difficult to sleep.

Ingo eventually spoke, breaking the quiet that was previously there, "Emmet, will I like our origin world?"

Emmet was surprised, but answered nonetheless, "Of course you will. It is a wonderful place."

"And you'll be there with me?"

"Every second we are there."

Ingo smiled and chuckled, "Thank you. Sorry about that, I guess I'm just a little nervous."

"You have absolutely no reason to apologize. I am glad to help!" Emmet replied.

"We should probably get some rest now- tomorrow will be a long day. Goodnight, Emmet." Ingo stated.

"Yes. Goodnight, Ingo."

A moment of silence.

"..Brother?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, Emmet."

"I love you, too, Ingo."

Soon, the twins both drifted into sleep.

And that night– they dreamt of nothing.

Chapter 17 (part 1 of 2)

Chapter 18

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Blueberry Sugar

Chapter 2: Hello Again

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The large tub slammed down on the countertop, loudly clattering all the (thankfully unbroken) plates and bowls inside.

"What do you mean Chat Noir came by last night!?"

"Shh!!"

Marinette quickly grabbed Alya and pushed her into a supply closet, giving a 'everything is fine don't look at us please' smile at the room full of people looking around puzzled.

Shutting herself in after her, Mari turned on the flashlight on her phone.

"Be quiet, Alya! I don't want anyone knowing! What if they start asking questions like 'Is he dating someone there?' or 'Maybe someone who works at the diner is a Miraculous holder' or worse, 'What if he's having secret meetings with Ladybug while she's in her civilian job!!' What if they find me out?!" Marinette whisper-screamed.

Alya put both hands on her friend shoulders.

"Girl, relax! It's gonna be okay. I won't tell anyone. This is totally off the books. Promise."

Marinette took a deep breath.

"Okay."

"Now, totally off the books, what did you guys talk about? Was he flirty? Do you think he knew who you were? What did he order? How did he even find us? Does he follow us on insta? Would he be willing to follow me on insta? I know he follows the Ladyblog but-"

"Alya, this is serious! Focus please."

Alya nodded and put up her hands in a defensive position.

"Okay, okay, I hear you. Let's think realistically. Okay? First off, we have a pretty good reputation here. I don't think it's super crazy that he came to our diner. Your pies are to die for, after all."

Marinette cracked a smile at that and Alya grinned back.

"Secondly, did he act like he recognized you?"

"Well, no, not really. He didn't know my name until he looked at my name tag. He acted like his normal Chat self - but then again that doesn't mean anything."

Alya crossed her arms and nodded.

"Yeah, I think you're fine. I wouldn't worry about it."

"Okay. Yeah, you're right. I'm just freaking myself out. Let's get out of here. I'm getting a headache from the cleaning supplies."

The girls laughed and cracked the door, confirming nobody was looking before exiting the small dark room. They walked down the small hallway towards the kitchen and Marinette ran face first into a large man. Alya caught her before she fell to the ground and quickly pushed her back upright.

"Marinette, were you in the closet again? I told you not to shut yourself in there anymore."

"Oh! Dad! Haha yeah sorry I couldn't find.. the uh.. the mop! Some kid poured out his milk again. Hahah, sorry."

"Oh, well if that kid is causing problems then I can go handle-"

"No! It's fine! We'll handle it! Go back to baking and... owning. Bye!"

Mari pushed her dad back towards the kitchen and looked at Alya with wide eyes, causing her friend to snicker into her hand.

"I'm gonna go see if a certain little kitty is acting suspicious," Marinette whispered. "Can you handle the rest of my shift for me?"

Alya gave her a thumbs up and whispered back.

"The other girls are here. We're fine. Go."

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Marinette landed on the rooftop with a thump. She pulled up Chat's name on her yo-yo and started to call him. She heard a beeping behind her and turned around to see Chat already waiting behind her.

"Hey now, you know I'd never keep a Lady waiting," he grinned.

"Hi kitty." She put her yo-yo back on her hip.

Chat stepped forward and spun his staff slowly before extending it and resting his chin on the end.

"Something bug-ging you, my Lady? Why did you want to meet up?"

Mari blushed a bit and shifted in her spot.

"Uh, I just- wanted to hang out! Can't we do that as partners? And friends? We're friends, right?"

Chat smiled.

"Of course we're friends."

"Then let's hang! I'm hungry. Know of any good spots?"

"Well, there's a couple restaurants that are pretty good nearby. We could probably get a superhero discount," he laughed.

"Uh, how about something sweet? You know I have a killer sweet tooth."

"Hmm." He stood up straight and put his hand on his chin. "Now that you mention it, I did try out this new pie place recently. It was damn good."

Marinette blushed again and looked away, praying that he couldn't tell. She fidgeted with her yo-yo.

"Oh, really? That's cool. What's it called?"

"DC's, I think. All I tried was the pie but the menu looked good. Of course, I think I caught the waitress by surprise with how late I came in." He looked away. His cheeks turned a bit rosy and he said something under his breath that Marinette didn't catch.

"You know what, let's just jump into the streets. We can take a walk and do a light patrol."

Chat perked up.

"Meow-velous idea, Bugaboo. You know I love the people."

They descended into the streets below, catching the eyes of a couple nearby who waved. Chat was quick to wave back enthusiastically and Marinette laughed.

Okay, he didn't seem to act weird when we talked about the diner. It doesn't seem like he's on to me, unless he's just a really good actor. Maybe he just really liked my baking. He said it was good. Maybe I can bring him a treat while we're on patrol sometime. Would he still think it's good if it came from me? Even if he didn't think it was good he'd probably lie-

"Ladybug."

Mari snapped back to reality. Chat was looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry, kitty. What did you say?"

He smiled and laughed softly.

"What's up with you today? You're more lost in your head than normal." He gently tapped her forehead. "Everything okay?"

Marinette laughed.

"Yeah! Sorry. Just civilian life stuff, I guess."

Chat stepped in front of her and walked backwards as Ladybug continued on.

"You know, I could help you out with some of that, if you'd let me. Say the word and I'll do anything for you."

Marinette rolled her eyes lightheartedly.

"Kitty, you know the drill. No sharing-"

"Information about our civilian lives. I know, I know."

"I know you don’t like it, but it keeps us safe."

"Yeah. But if you need anything, please tell me. I want to help you and I'm here if you need it."

Marinette nodded and Chat stopped walking, causing her to walk straight into his chest. She looked up confused.

"I'm serious, Ladybug. I care about you. I wish you'd let me in."

Mari's face turned red again and she turned away, walking down a side street.

"I know, kitty. Thank you."

Chat sighed and jogged to catch up.

They finished their patrol as the sun started to set and parted ways. Marinette detransformed in an alley about a block from the diner, sneaking Tikki a piece of cookie. As she walked back towards her workplace, a flash of black streaked across the orange sky. Just as she reached the front doors, a voice called out above her.

"Marinette!"

She jumped and dropped the keys that were in her hand. Looking up, she was met with the same green eyes that she had left ten minutes ago.

"Oh god, Chat, you scared the crap out of me."

The blonde was perched on the top of the lit sign above the door, laughing so hard he was holding his sides.

"Hi again."

Marinette picked up her keys and unlocked the door.

"Hi Chat Noir. You come with money this time?"

Chat jumped down and walked into the diner behind her.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Cash okay? It's all I could fit in my bell."

Marinette laughed and got behind the counter, motioning for him to sit on the stool across from her.

"Sure, kitty- I mean, Chat."

Chat smiled a small smile and played with a pie menu she set in front of him.

"You can call me that if you'd like. I don’t mind."

Marinette nodded and quickly changed the topic.

"So, pie. What flavor are we trying tonight?"

He examined the wall behind her and rubbed his chin.

"I think I want the coconut cream this time."

"Nice choice."

She grabbed him a slice off of the pie wall and set it in front of him along with a fork. He immediately dug in.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure! Got any milk?"

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He smiled. She opened a small refrigerator and pulled out an old school glass bottle of milk with a shake of her head. Popping it open, she slid in a candy striped straw and placed it next to his plate. Chat laughed.

"This place is so cool. And this pie is amazing, too."

Marinette leaned on the counter, her arms crossed.

"Thanks. I think it's pretty cool, too. My parents worked really hard on it."

"This is your parents place? And they let you work here?"

Mari scoffed.

"Work here? I practically run this place. My mom handles the money and my dad handles the baking. I do just about everything else. But I have no complaints. The extra money makes it worth it."

"Is this all you do?"

Chat took a drink and smiled again at the straw.

Marinette found herself smiling watching him, but quickly corrected her face as she continue talking. Should she be sharing this much? It's not like he knows it's her.

"I'm actually in school, but my other job doesn't pay very much so I bust my ass here to help with the costs of supplies for my classes and stuff like that."

"Supplies? What do you study?"

"I'm, uh, I'm actually in fashion school."

Why was she so nervous to tell him?

His eyes got big and he opened his mouth wide.

"That's so cool! I love fashion! My fa- uh, friend is a fashion designer. Can I see some of your designs?"

Marinette straightened up and rubbed her arm.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't have anything finished right now."

"Oh, please? If your designing is anywhere as good as your baking then I'm sure they're fantastic."

Chat gave her an honest smile and Marinette broke. What was it about that damn smile that could make her do just about anything?

She pulled her sketchbook out of her bag, Tikki flashing her a shocked face. With a shaky hand, she slid it over to him.

He opened the book and flipped through silently.

Oh my god, he hates them. He totally hates them. Why isn’t he saying anything? Are they really that bad?

"Marinette, these are-"

Please don’t say awful. Please don’t say awful.

"-amazing. You have a gift. Seriously. Have you made any of these yet? This one is my favorite. I'd love to see it."

Marinette blinked.

"Uh, yeah, I have, actually. That's my favorite, too. The way the colors peek through the sheer skirt is truly beautiful to see in person."

Chat flipped through a few more pages and stopped on a sketch of a masculine outfit and then Adrien Agreste wearing it. Marinette realized what it was and snatched it back.

"Oh! Sorry! That one is a little embarrassing. You weren't meant to see that."

Chat looked like he didn't know what to say. After a beat he finally managed to form words.

"Was that Adrien Agreste?"

"No! Of course not! Just- uh, just a blonde guy! A blonde guy that I saw on the street. Posing. On a sign."

They just looked at each other for a few moments.

Marinette let out a large breath and put her face down on the counter, laying on her sketch pad.

"Okay. Yes. It's Adrien."

Chat giggled.

"Don't laugh at me!"

She wrapped her arms around her head, hoping she would disappear.

"I'm sorry," Chat said through giggles, "I'm not laughing at you. I just think it's funny how serious you drew him."

She peeked up.

"What do you mean? That's his model face."

Chat settled down a bit, swallowing the last bit of laughter.

"Modeling is so silly. All the posing and the crazy costumes? I'd hate it."

Marinette sat up and smiled.

"Says the guy in a black leather suit with cat ears," she said, leaning closer and flicking his bell.

He shut his mouth and his cheeks turned a bright red.

She laughed and stood up straight. He ran his hand through his hair and chuckled.

"Okay, ha ha, very funny. You got me."

She continued to laugh and Chat stood up.

"As lovely as the company is, and as lovely as the food is, I think it's time for me to run."

He plucked a few bills from his bell and held it out to Marinette as she wiped her eyes.

"Oh, you're leaving?"

"Sadly. You gonna miss me?"

Mari chuckled. Chat took her wrist and placed the money on her palm before closing her hand on top of it. He softly held her fist in his hands and gave her an earnest look.

"You're very talented, Marinette. Don’t be afraid to show anyone your designs."

She just nodded. He flashed one last smile before walking out, and she could hear him call out goodnight as he vanished into the dark.

Opening up her hand, she saw bills that added up to ten times the amount she was would have charged him.

"Goodnight, Kitty."

🫐

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[wind-becomes-lightning]

17 and 26 please 💙

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

HAHAH WHICH ONE INDEED :D Ok there are two actually. I would love to write down my Ikigai Au and im specifically fighting against the urge to write down the sharingan cult arc because I would have to introduce sooo many characters nobody would read it. I just thought about this while I was outside. The tags alone would turn people away from it it (srsly kks/oc, itachi/oc, s/s, yamato/oc, genma/oc, konohamaru/oc like who the fuck would open that) other than that I think @foolishk and me have a reaaally cool thing going with the relinquo au and if I could I would write it all down. which would also just be for us mainly lol

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

only dialogue. chat fics were much easier you didnt have to type so much ahsdfklashd (maybe this does not mean chat fics but i would always pick dialogue anyway)

questions for fic writers.

[mumble-muse]

📘!

Hey Will <3

So I fully reblogged this ask game so I could have a reason to ramble about one specific idea (I mean I have others I can talk about so anyone feel free to send more 📘)

Okay, so this is currently more of a series of character moments than a plot but enjoy!

So canon AU diverging specifically from 04x09, where at the end of the canon events of that episode, when Lancelot says goodbye to Merlin at the end he doesn't actually die (yay!).

So Merlin has a de-shaded Lancelot who has vague and unsettling memories of being a shade and the veil, but is aware Arthur et al still thinks he's a traitor (oh no!).

Merlin does their usual thing and tries to talk to Arthur about Lancelot being enchanted and Gwen being banished, and they have the conversation they have in Hunter's Heart where Arthur threatens to banish Merlin.

And Merlin fucking snaps.

I really feel like given that Merlin has just gone through everything with Lancelot (resurfacing all that stuff from the veil), Lamia just happened, Gaius being accused of being a traitor, Gwen getting banished, everything with the Formorrah etc etc that it's a pretty reasonable reaction. Like, Arthur still doesn't trust Merlin? Arthur would threaten to banish Merlin?? Merlin has a baby dragon waiting for them, maybe it's time to go be a full-time dragon parent.

Anyway, so Merlin and Lancelot leave, and go find Gwen. At some point before Gwaine tries to go with Merlin, but Merlin stops him due to a combination of look after Camelot, Lamia trauma, and Gwaine's latent anti-magic stuff.

So now it's Merlin, plus a very traumatised Gwen and the man who caused her banishment in the woods. So y'know, awkward.

And then Gwaine shows up anyway. So now it's Merlin, a guy who knows they have magic but was very recently dead/enchanted, one traumatised bestie who doesn't know about the magic (but I'd argue suspects), and a guy who doesn't know about the magic (and has anti-magic tendencies) and is pretty suspicious of Lancelot.

Basically it's a bunch of confused and sad people wandering around the woods.

(Elyan has been asked by Gwen to look after Arthur, and no one else knows Lancelot is alive. Leon and Percival and Elyan and Gaius are still in Camelot).

Merlin tells Gwen and Gwaine officially about their magic (cue drama).

Gwen and Lancelot decide to just be friends cuz yikes enchantment will mess up any relationship.

And this is 100% where my story plan ends and it's just a set of bullet points with question marks next to them:

Merlin goes full Emrys, and at some point brokers a peace with Arthur (but doesn't tell him they're Merlin). I really want to write no Merlin+Arthur reconciliation, because I just feel like if Merlin had space and lived for a little while with people who loved them and their magic, they might think even less kindly of Arthur and Camelot (although anger softened with time etc). They just become allies, with maybe some hope for proper friendship in the future. So two sides of one coin, but at a distance - which is pretty damn tragic.

Percival and Elyan and Gaius as Merlin's people on the inside ;)

I really want to write something where Gwen goes to Morgana as a emissary of Emrys and she somehow sorts out that whole deal.

I want to write a pro-magic legalisation/decriminalisation plot where Merlin stops being so damn patient and complicit, but also where Morgana kills fewer people...

Some plot point which mimics the outcome of the ghost druid boy ep, but is driven more by Merlin using their knowledge of Arthur and his personal actions against the druids etc.

This is set pre-season five so maybe child/teen mordred shows up.

Maayyyybe reunited Arwen, with Gwen important and cool in her own right as Emrys' ambassador etc. But maybe no romance stuff at all, I dunno.

Plus dragons.

Ooof, so yeah... that's what I have so far and I cannot stop thinking about it... As you can see it would be... long... so we'll see if I ever write it!

Put “📓” in my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

[missmouse25]

Ok last one for the night 😂

Can you write something where the reader, Max F and Lando are friends since childhood (kart time), the reader is Max Best friend first ! But recently Lando and Max got girlfriends and the girls are a jealous of their friendship especially the one of Max and the reader, they make it clear to the reader so she decides to take a step back from her friendship with the boys seeing them only when all their friends are around, fans start to notice but the reader while replying to comments on the networks still decides to defend the boys saying that they are just very busy and it's normal that they spend less time with her because they have girlfriends respectively. This makes her sad. One of their friends sees him and they talk about it. Then some time later she starts seeing a boy but it ends badly... the boys find out after everyone else, which makes Max F sad and he realises that his friendship with the reader is not the same as it used to be and he tries by all means to find a solution to regain his friendship but it's difficult because for her something was broken when they unconsciously chose their girlfriends for her. After that I leave you the choice for the happy ending or not.

That the last request for the night hahah maybe tomorrow you will have other request 😂

Hi Anon! I know I've been writing and publishing these completely out of the order that you sent them but too bad! Jk, i hope you dont mind. 😬❤️ only one more to go after this (I did start it but i think i need to rework it)

Before - Max Fewtrell (platonic)

gender neutral first person pov // 2095 words // trigger warnings: bullying and abusive relationship (the abusive relationship is not current time, it's being talked about as it has already happened) please be safe when reading lovies ❤️ // and yes, this is a platonic reader x Max fic

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It was just one of those nights. Spending some quality time with two of my favourite people in the world. And of course, ripping each other to shreds.

“Honestly still can’t believe that you managed to get a girlfriend, Lando,” Max said, laughter perpetrating every word.

Lando, mortified, had his face smooshed into the seat cushion of the couch. He looked like a mole trying to burrow away from the dangers of the world. Those dangers, in this case, being Max and I.

“It’s not the fact that he has a girlfriend,” I chimed in. “It’s the fact that he asked her out so quickly after he told us.”

“Yeah, wasting no time.”

Max and I shared a look as Lando’s let out a high pitched but muffled scream, and from the bits of his neck and ears we could see, he was beat red.

 “Ok, maybe we should let him recover for a bit,” I said, grabbing more snacks off the coffee table. “Max! What about you? Anyone caught your eye recently?”

There was a silence in the room that lasted too long. Lando’s head shot up suddenly as we both realised.

“Oh my god, there is!” Lando almost yelled which made me laugh.

It was now Max’s turn to try and find a place to hide, opting to just stare at the ceiling and ignore us completely.

“Come on, you gotta tell us who it is at least. Come on, what’s their name?” I asked.

Max mumbled something causing Lando to throw a pillow at him.

“Hey! Ok, fine, jeez.” He took a breath in. “Her name is Courtney. Happy?”

I simply nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“Are you gonna ask her out?” Lando inquired, armed with another pillow in case Max tried to dodge the question.

“Maybe,” Max said, looking between us. “I don’t know yet. But you guys will be the first to know when I do.”

“Ha! When you do!” Lando giggled.

In a flash Max was up and chasing him around the room. These were the moments I lived for. These happy moments with my two best friends.

It didn’t take long for Max to ask Courtney out and true to his word, he sent a message on our group chat almost as soon as it had happened. And it didn’t take long after that for me to find myself at Lando’s apartment with my friends and their girlfriends. It was something new to get used to but I was willing to make it work for the sake of Lando and Max.

As the evening moved on though, it was clear that despite the effort I was putting in, Sarah and Courtney were putting nothing in. Still, I kept smiling. Kept laughing.

‘Maybe they’re nervous. The three of us can be a lot, I’m sure.’

“Ok, I need something more to drink. You guys want anything?” I stood up and made my way to the kitchen after a chorus of “no thanks” had rung out.

I was so lost staring at the open fridge that I didn’t hear that someone had joined me until they spoke.

“You need to back off.”

I jumped out of my skin at Courtney’s words, turning around to find her standing on the other side of the island.

“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.

“You need to back off,” Courtney said again, folding her arms over her chest. “From the boys. They’re not your boyfriends, they’re ours.”

If it was possible, my mouth became even drier.

“Courtney, I have no idea…”

“You need to stop being so close with Max. He’s mine now. If you wanted a chance with him, you should’ve taken it before he picked me, ok?” Her voice was sharp but quiet. “If you don’t… We’ll see how strong your ‘friendship’ really is.”

At first, I wanted to tell her to fuck right off. To yell that Max and Lando were my friends first and had been since we’d first climbed into go-karts. She had no right to come here now and tell me to leave. But I at the same time, I felt drained.

“You know what, Courtney. I don’t have the energy to fight you right now,” I said, moving to collect my belongings. “I’m going to go now before I say something I might regret later. Have your fun.”

~ The Three Stooges 😋

Max: who changed the group name again?

Lando: definitely wasn’t me… 👀

Max: you suck at lying

Max: you guys free this weekend? I want to hang out

Lando: I’ve got some spare time

Max: that’s 2 out of 3… can we make it 3 out of 3? 🤷‍♂️

The messages stared accusingly at me and I stared back. I didn’t have plans for the weekend; I hadn’t had any plans for a while.

“Hey guys, sorry but I’ve got plans already. Maybe another time? I’m kind of busy at the moment but when I have some free time, I’ll let you know.”

I sent the voice note before I could change my mind or tell them the truth. The little tick marks turned blue but no reply came back. Even though it hurt, I couldn’t blame them.

I had thought, after the incident in the kitchen, that I would physically keep my distance from Max and Lando but still keep in contact like we normally did. But even that proved to be too close for their girlfriends, especially Courtney. After one particularly nasty text message I’d decided that it wasn’t worth the energy to fight. At least the other two stooges were happy, right?

But there was no escaping the situation. On social media people were trying to piece together what the situation was and some people had guessed correctly. You can’t fight fire with fire however and I’d quickly tried to smother any flames I saw popping up.

“Hi everyone. I’ve been seeing a lot of comments about Max, Lando and I. Nothing is wrong, we’re all still good friends. Sometimes life just happens you know.” I tried my best to keep eye contact with the camera. “I’ve been working and haven’t had much time off. Plus, they’re both in relationships now so of course they’re spending more time with their girlfriends. That’s just how it goes. Please stop all these accusations and posts. Use your time and energy on something productive please.”

While the video loaded to my Instagram story, I came to a conclusion. Maybe it was time for me to find solace and company in someone else too. If those two idiots could do it, surely, I could.

~ 8 months later:

It had taken a lot of convincing from my friends to get me out of the house for the evening. I could feel some nervous energy still as I sat in the restaurant; I had nothing to be nervous or worried about but the habit had yet to subside. Not even Courtney and Sarah showing up could compare what I had already been through – those two couldn’t scare me anymore.

I was pleasantly surprised when Max and Lando arrived together, but without their girlfriends. This was an opportunity I couldn’t miss. As fast as my legs would let me, I was up and hugging them each in turn.

“Hey, long time no see!” Lando said with a huge smile on his face.

“Yeah, it has been a while. I’ve missed you.” Max squeezed me tightly and I resisted the urge to flinch. “Can’t speak for Lando though.”

“Oi! Of course, I missed you too. I’m really happy you could make it tonight.”

We sat down, Lando, Max and I, before getting on with the evening and spending time with this ragtag group of misfits.

We were eating our main course by the time someone brought up… him.

“Hey, how you feeling?” Alice asked me, that knowing look in her eye. “How’ve you been coping?”

“I’m better,” I replied, well aware of how Max had stopped his conversation to listen to us. “I mean, I’m not back to normal yet but I’m here. That’s something.”

“You did the right thing. That asshole should’ve never gotten away with what he did.”

Max’s eyes flickered back and forth between Alice and I.

“Wait, what happened?” He asked, tapping Lando on the arm to make sure he was listening too.

“You guys don’t know?’ Alice was shocked.

It was Lando’s time to chime in.

“Know about what?”

“My ex.”

The atmosphere shifted around the table and a few people reassured me that I didn’t have to talk about it if I didn’t want to. But I did. They needed to know.

“I was dating this guy…”

“Asshole.” Alice corrected me.

“I was dating this asshole for a bit. He seemed really nice at first but it turns out he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He was really controlling and wouldn’t let me go anywhere or do anything by myself. He wouldn’t let me break up with him. Took some of my belongings hostage to use as leverage. He was just a real piece of work.” I breathed deeply, letting Alice take my hand from across the table in support. “But he’s gone now. Hopefully forever so its ok. I’m ok. Mostly.”

For a moment no one spoke and I glanced at Max and Lando. Max looked rigid in his seat, face set in stone.

“Shit,” Lando spoke, breaking the silence. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Didn’t want to burden you guys with that. But again, it’s over now. No use dwelling on the past.”

I smiled a little hoping that we could get back to how we were before and most of our friends went back to eating and chatting.

But Max was still looking at me, an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite make out.

“I promise, I’m ok,” I said softly to him before getting on with the evening and getting back to enjoying this time with everyone.

~ The doorbell was obnoxiously loud for so early on a Saturday morning. Sluggishly I crawled out of bed and made my way to the front door, only to be met with a every ruffled looking Max Fewtrell. I didn’t get a ‘hello’ in before he started.

“I’ve been an idiot. And a terrible friend. I haven’t seen you in so long that I didn’t even know you’d gotten a boyfriend and then broken up with him. And I missed your birthday this year. I’ve known you since we were 7 how could I forget your birthday!?”

Max seemed distressed by all the things he was saying and although they were true, I didn’t want him to work himself into a frenzy.

“Come inside, we can talk more over some coffee,” I said as I ushered him through the doorway.

“I let our friendship fall apart. It’s all my fault, I’m so, so, so sorry.” He rambled on.

“Maybe you did. But in all honesty, Max, you should put most of the blame on your girlfriend.”

“That won’t be too hard considering she’s now my ex-girlfriend.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at Max. Not seconds ago, I had been feeling resentful but now I felt pity.

“When did you break up?”

“Last night. I was trying to tell her about you and what had happened because I felt like shit that I hadn’t been there to help.” Max ran his hands over his face and through his hair. “It started an argument and Courtney let slip about when had happened between you and her. Or rather what she did and it all made sense suddenly.”

Tears had begun to form in the corners of his eyes and he blinked them away.

“I just want my friend back. I want you back in my life.”

My chest squeezed tight. I wanted that too; I had wanted it since my break up but we couldn’t magically just go back to what we’d been.

“We’d had to talk about some stuff first.” I dipped a toe in the water.

“Sure. Yes. Whatever you want.” There was desperation in his voice.

“It’s not about what I want, Max. It’s about what we need to do, as friends, to feel ok.”

He considered my words before nodding.

“Ok. I want to work through this with you. With my best friend, if you’d still like to be.”

I smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time.

“As long as Lando knows that I was the best friend first.”

[mirakeul]

ikigai [b. katsuki x gn! reader x m. izuku]

notes ; hello! this is one of my entries for @paradise-creator's more than two hearts collab which you can find the masterlist for here! the masterlist for the ikigai series i have which will include the three [and possibly more!] entries i will upload for this collab can be found here! i hope you enjoy, thank you! and also, yes i will be an extra in all of these entries HAHAH <333

disclaimer ; i am not quite well-versed in polyamorous relationships so i tried depicting it as good as i can with the research i have, please don't hesitate to message me about this, thank you <33

warnings ; cursing cause there's bakugou HAHA, villain attack, injuries, fluff, implied hatred? in high school but not really [for the three], no beta we die like..... hm HAHAHADKSJ n e ways

word count ; 1.6k

pairing/s ; bakugou katsuki x gender neutral florist! reader x midoriya izuku [reader uses they/them!]

summary ; flowers hold a thousand meanings for the wonder duo, and bakugou and midoriya will always hold onto the fact that their reason for being is you.

taglist will be in the reblogs! if you want to join my general taglist, click here!

bakugou katsuki and midoriya izuku, also known as the pro heroes dynamight and deku, the wonder duo, have always impressed not only the hero fans and alike but also the hardest of critics there are. and so, when they went and built an agency, with guidance from their former adviser, aizawa shouta, pro hero eraserhead, of course, it immediately rose up the ranks.

the duo, being number two and number one respectively, were always hounded by the press, seeing their chemistry not only as hero partners but as romantic partners. the two, however, always brushed them off albeit there's always a brush of red on the tip of their ears when they did hear questions about having a relationship.

their fans always beg to differ, having ship them in every social media platform. their classmates are always amused seeing #BakuMido, #WonderDuo, #DoubleD (which kaminari is actually the source of) trending on Twitter. Having known the truth since graduation, they would always come up and stir the rumors, mostly bakugou's friends though, which iida did not always approve, for the fans, of course.

and so, life in the wonder duo's agency was always bustling with energy. with constant press almost dwindling about and fans wanting to see the agency up close, ian, the receptionist, was almost always busy, but then again, nothing ever escapes her. not especially when different flowers started getting delivered at the agency almost every week by the same person, y/n, as she came to know them.

"good morning, miss ian!" ah, and there they are. "i have another delivery from ikigai for the wonder duo."

"i was beginning to think you'd be late, mx. yn!" they laughed, cheeks heating up as they handed two stems of red lilies.

ian immediately called up to reia who was coming up to the office. "ms. yuto, do you mind?" she gestured to the flowers, immediately recognizing y/n and greeting them before shaking her head.

"oh, no, i could deliver these. don't worry, mx. y/n."

"thank you!" y/n bowed, grinning. they turned to ian. "i must be going now, the shop needs me."

"of course, take care, mx. y/n!"

ian exchanged looks reia as they watched y/n leave. reia walked to her desk, looking at the lilies in her hand. "there's still no name?"

"nope," ian shook her head in disagreement. "i've looked at the card but it doesn't say anything but the shop's name, ikigai. no letter or anything."

"and they're both for mr. dynamight and mr. deku?"

"always! last week it was a small bouquet of daisies but still, nothing!"

"how mysterious," the two laughed but flinched when the phone buzzed, the line coming from bakugou's office. both their eyes widened as ian hurried reia along. "go!"

bakugou and midoriya received a text from y/n in their group chat, indicating that their lunches are curry and katsudon, respectively, and to have a good day. bakugou grinned for a bit, shaking his head as he replied while midoriya grinned widely, sending a reply instantaneously to y/n. the three, unknown by many but their trusted friends and family, were all in a polyamorous relationship ever since they graduated out of the prying eyes of the people in high school.

at first, it was just bakugou and y/n, having been a couple since middle school and throughout high school. midoriya, having confessed his attraction and love for both his friends before graduation, did not expect anything in return. so, when bakugou flushed while y/n grinned after he confessed, he was honest to God, shocked.

"katsuki and i have talked about this," midoriya remembered the nervousness in the pit of his stomach, waiting for the rejection to happen because it seemed like the two had actually noticed before he confessed! why would they even talk about it? they're a couple, of course, they're rejecting you!!! he remembered sweat-dropping at that statement, honestly.

"i'm sorry! i know you and kacchan have been a couple for the past years now! i didn't confess because i want to go between the two of you, i swear! i just wanted to tell you before we went our separate ways and i--!"

midoriya could also vaguely remember combusting when bakugou and y/n held his hand, telling him to stop talking. he shut his mouth in fear but reddened when they kissed his cheek, bakugou merely flicking his finger on the other side while muttering, "nerdy deku."

"as i was saying, we wanted you to be a part of this." y/n's eyes were hopeful, shining for a while.

"a-a part? of what?"

"us, deku." bakugou said, snarling but not quite. his ears were red as he looked everywhere but at midoriya. "be our boyfriend, or whatever!"

"you don't have to say yes right away!" y/n interjected. "we don't want to scare you away, izu."

midoriya doesn't remember how he got home that day, the kisses lingering in his mind as well as the proposition of him being part of their relationship. him...deku, nerd, him? be a part of the relationship with the two people he had feelings for? inko vaguely remembered greeting his son that day, when she's asked by 3A that is, and midoriya barely sparing her a glance, face flushed, barely registering his mother's concerned glances.

a week before graduation, midoriya finally went up to the couple, nervousness in his voice as he told the two, "i want to be with you both as well."

and so, the three graduated from UA, bakugou and midoriya becoming pro-heroes while y/n became a florist and opened ikigai, helping emergency services from time to time as a part-time pro-hero. their friends and family were all greatly supportive of the three but since bakugou and midoriya planned to be full-time limelight pro-heroes, they opted not to inform the public of the relationship.

it was days after y/n's last visit at the agency, the flowers slipped through and were forgotten by ian and reia, when it happened. the agency was in panic after the wonder duo almost got nicked by the villain, which was really fatal as they reported in the news. ian was handling the calls to the agency with the other staff, briskly pacing as they fixed the paperworks. y/n stormed in the agency, worry pooling in their eyes as they approached ian who just finished another phone call.

"i need to see katsuki and izuku."

ian was confused, but said, nonetheless. "mx. y/n! i'm sorry but we're extremely busy right now, we can't--"

"please, i need to see them."

"i really couldn't show you the way, especially for the bosse--!"

"get the fuck out of my way," bakugou was pissed, his hand protecting midoriya's side from the reporters that were hounding them for a statement. midoriya was limping from having been shot in the leg but was treated promptly before they returned to the agency. the guards of the agency took care of the reporters, effectively shutting the door and getting the two from prying eyes. bakugou's eyes met y/n's who immediately ran to the two, throwing their arms over the two, much to the confusion of everyone.

"y/n? what are you doing here? you should've waited for us at home." midoriya said, smiling for a bit as to not worry his partners.

but… home?

the people bustling stopped moving, waiting in bated breath as they watched the three.

"nerd's right." bakugou said, his other arm coming up to embrace y/n back. "it's dangerous."

there were tears in y/n's eyes when they separated from the embrace, voice wavering as they said. "i couldn't just stay at home without seeing you both safe here. i-- i just can't!"

bakugou grinned, a soft smile painting his features as he pat y/n on the head. "idiot, we won't leave you. you're fucking stuck with us for the rest of eternity."

y/n sniffed, mouth curving to an almost-laugh. "good, i would've killed you two if you left me."

midoriya was teary-eyed as well. he, kissing y/n's cheek after bakugou's. "we know. thank you, y/n."

after a few beats, the three noticed the silence in the once noisy area. bakugou was quick to growl, protectively throwing his arms over the two. "the fuck are you looking at?!"

"uh, kacchan?" midoriya smiled questionably. "i think it's because of… uh, this?" he gestured to the three of them.

"what's there to say? y/n, deku, and i are in a relationship, you got a problem with that?!"

y/n sighed, palming their face as they lightly hit bakugou's chest. "katsuki, stop being rude."

"..." he rolled his eyes. "fine."

the staff of the agency all expressed their congratulations to the three and to the wonder duo for defeating the villain. y/n approached the main desk, smiling slightly at ian who was staring at them.

"i'm sorry for never mentioning." y/n said, grinning as they handed ian a small poppy. "izuku told me you mentioned liking poppies?"

"did.. did you really bring one with you?"

"uh, yeah." y/n laughed. "i was already planning to go today but rushed because of the incident."

"thank you, mx. y/n. don't worry, everyone in this agency respects you three. our lips are sealed." ian made the gesture of zipping her mouth shut, making y/n chuckle.

"thank you, ian. stay safe!" y/n waved goodbye, going back to their partners. ian smiled at the three, now fully understanding why the wonder duo looked and acted the way they are. she shook her head, preparing to answer more calls, they still got a city to save.

© mirakeul ; do not modify or reupload anywhere else but reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[stopeatingwhales]

the 1995 brits x damon albarn & liam gallagher

hhhiiii I'm here with a very cute little fic about the brits!! the idea of writing something with Damon and liam fighting over someone was requested quite a long time ago (sorry it’s taken so long omg) but I loved the idea!! I do hope you all enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it a lot hahah xx

Pairing: 90s damon albarn & 90s liam gallagher x reader

Warnings: nothing, just a little bit of bickering n dat

Word count: 3.057

Requested by anon x

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Being a part of the madness that adapted the name ‘Britpop’ was truly an experience. Paparazzi at every corner you turn, equipped with the brightest, flashiest cameras, also having the most annoying click noises to the point that after one image you’ve earned yourself a migraine that would last the entirety of the day; parties that would last entire nights, bearing millions of different kinds of drugs - some that hadn’t even been given a name yet, but you’d still give a try anyways, since you’re so high and drunk that you simply lose the intellectual capability to construct decisions, you say fuck it, and get so high to the point that you’ve blacked out in a booth in a bar, with the owner asking you to get out since you’ve been inside for one too many hours after closing time; as well as constant press coverage. With your name plastered over literally every newspaper and music magazine known to man, as well as having your entire life consistently dictated for the entire nation to read about every Sunday morning and indulge themselves into as a form of entertainment, it was what being famous delivered, right on your doorstep at 7 in the morning. Any earlier and you’d feel rude not to give them a cup of tea as a form of dignity and respect towards their sublime dedication to the job. Although it was fun being associated with it all, my band in particular gaining a different form of calidity due to it being a female fronted band, by the time that the entire nation was hooked on this ‘Blur vs. Oasis’ rivalry, it was as if every other britpop band had been washed away from existence, due to eight boys arguing as to whom had the better music. And the better looks, according to Liam Gallagher.

Tonight was the night of the Brit awards, perhaps the most prestigious awards ceremony for music. To be awarded a Brit was probably the largest achievement possible in British music in the form of an award, and it was definitely either going tonight to either Blur or Oasis. The chances that another band, say Pulp, were to get the award, would not only be extremely amusing to see the reactions of the two biggest names in the Britpop game, but would also cause the largest uproar in the nation. It’s either Blur or Oasis. “Their drama is so silly,” laughed Emily, the guitarist in our band whilst flicking through the latest edition of the Sun, the cover of the newspaper being, of course, Liam Gallagher. “They’re literally bickering about who looks the best. How do people find this interesting?”

“Because of how silly it is, people never leave their secondary-school-like selves. Just a bit of fun I guess.” I replied, fixing up my hair in the mirror in front of me. We were currently getting ready to go to the award show, and needing to look your best was an expectation. Though I wasn’t dressed in anything that would result in jaw’s dropping, it was important that I at least appeared somewhat admirable - the entire nation always had their eyes on us, but tonight they were going to see us all, live. Perhaps the reason why bands like Oasis and Blur are so obsessed over nowadays, since all they’ll do is turn up in some flimsy Adidas t-shirt and call that fashion. I suppose scruffy was the new elegant.

“Who do you think they’ll give the award to?” she questioned, still aimlessly flicking through the recycled pages of the magazine. “I think Oasis. Their music is so much better than Blurs.”

“Really? I’d say Blur. They won on top of the pops, so the likelihood of them winning the Brit award is highly likely,” I answered, shuffling away from the strong reflection of myself towards Emily, my eyes quickly scanning the page that she had her eye on currently. “Gosh Liam’s so full of himself.”

“He’s got his eye on you, you know,” She said, shoving the paragraph she had just read in my face of Liam boasting about his little crush he had supposedly gained from watching our latest performance on top of the pops. “Thinks you’re ‘well fit’.”

Scoffing in response, I mumbled back to Emily. “If he thinks that he’s sleeping with me, he’s very deluded.”

By the time we had arrived at the venue, you weren’t able to walk into the entrance without at least 50 cameras blinding your eyes and the shouts of so many begging for you to quickly turn your head and grin - the price for the photo would reach the many thousands. Once walking in, it was less crowded, only having select people by the ground floor, dedicated for musicians and bands, with the occasional interviewer walking past to every circled table, adorned with white cloth and champagne glasses, asking questions about how they’re feeling, who they think may win, and what they thought of the music throughout the past year. What was nice was that people didn’t have that much interaction with one another, just with their groups. It created a sense of formality in the space, which made me feel a bit at ease from the idea of some random row happening in the middle of the floor, most likely between Liam and Damon. The past year in music was truly something. Britpop was at its peak the entirety of the year, with songs like Parklife and Supersonic pouring out of every radio station in Britain that by the end of the year, you had ditched casual radio music and began blasting the classical station. It was a nightmare. Since the fall of grunge subsequent to Cobain’s death the previous year, the talk of any other genre in Britain apart from Britpop didn’t occur. It was as if we were living on this mystical island, miles away from any other music and culture, whilst adorning and obsessing over our own. What was nice about Britpop was that it was a pure celebration of English culture, whether it be a simple Sunday roast, or going to school, they all carried the same ambience of nostalgia and pride - also disregarding whichever band wrote what song.

“Free champagne… Yes please,” said Madeline, the secondary guitarist of the band, whilst heading to the first seat she could sit on, then quickly indulging herself with the first taste of the rich drink. “Oh my gosh it’s heavenly!”

Laughing at her reaction, the rest of the band took a seat around the table and took their first sips of the champagne, which we would all come to find to be indeed heavenly. Small talk was shared here and there with the rest of the group, but overall I stayed silent. In all honesty I found attending award shows was quite boring because if you didn’t end up getting an award, you would essentially be sitting there for two hours doing nothing. Even if you did win an award, it’s simply a minute of glory with the speakers blasting your music, and another minute of all eyes piercing into your soul as you make sentences about your gratitude towards those who had helped you along the way to earn such an achievement. I doubt anybody genuinely liked attending shows like these.

“The champagne is good, yet we don’t get enough for our table,” I complained, grasping my now empty champagne glass and waving it around in the air. “I’m gonna head to the bar to get a refill, anybody want anything?”

After receiving a handful of nos from the rest of the band, I took myself out of my seat and wandered over to the bar, which was empty, perhaps due to the venue not yet being completely filled with all the artists that were set to attend the night. “Just a refill of the champagne, please.” I asked politely, handing the bartender the used glass I had kept in my hand. Whilst waiting, I noticed that Damon was on the other side of the bar, who also didn’t notice me there, until he caught eyes with me.

A grin broke out on his face as I walked over to him. “You alright?” He asked me, quickly thanking the bartender for his drink and turning back to look at me. The height difference between us was evident, but it wasn’t the case of something so dramatic that he was the height of the empire state building and me, just a measly common tower in the city. He looked quite content, his hair scruffy yet neat, along with his outfit being just as I had assumed: a white shirt with jeans, a used pair of Adidas for shoes.

I smiled back at him and nodded. “Suppose you have high hopes for the award tonight.” I said, simultaneously receiving my refill of the beverage I had ordered, followed by my thanks. We stood adjacent, although there was enough distance between us to establish our relationship - mutual acquaintances whom had met every now and again, since they’ve both been dragged into this wormhole of madness. He was quite the opposite in comparison to his rivals, though he himself could be quite bothersome occasionally, he still had a grasp to what those may call sensibility.

“Oh well we’re better than them, aren’t we love?'' He chirped, his head now cocked to the side in a teasing manner. “I’ve heard that you’re rooting for us this year.” He added, a little smirk pasted on his face.

“Do you read every paper you see?” I questioned, my face turning away from him in slight embarrassment. Between us, there was no shared intention for a relationship to stem, though there was definitely a flirtatious tension that followed between us wherever we had met. Whether it be a random photoshoot for a magazine double-spread, or backstage at top of the pops, we always managed to share a chat with one another, and nothing else followed on from then. It was quite sad, because once you’ve established a connection between something you either both disagree or agree with in terms of societal views, something in the press, or life in general, you’re instantaneously cut off and asked to hop onto stage to record a meaningless three-minute performance with fake, plastic instruments which practically mean nothing.

“Well it was nice seeing someone else's face on the papers for once.” He replied, downing his drink, then ushering at the bartender for another. A thing that we both realised was that, between our conversations, we indirectly indicated that we were both there for each other, because we both had a complete understanding towards what may be happening to the other person. It was stressful being in the limelight constantly, and for someone who was the frontman of a band so large, with his face plastered on every magazine cover imaginable, things were bound to be stressful.

Sighing, I turned to face him again. Despite the fact that before I had the ability to respond, our conversation was cut short from a voice shouting my name from behind. “Well if it isn’t bloody Y/N.” the voice said, and from then I instantly knew it was Liam’s. Turning my face away from Damon’s, I locked eyes with Liam. As always, he was dressed in the usual: a parka, with casual jeans. Oh, and don’t forget the Adidas shoes. Even though he and Damon practically hated each other’s guts, they always seemed to have similar fashion senses, but I could never picture Damon in a parka. And I don’t think I even want to.

“How’ve you been love?” He asked, swinging his arm around my shoulder in a warm, but nonchalant manner. Me and Liam had a similar relationship to that of mine and Damons, simply just minusing the sentimentality of it. We were friends, and had come across each other at random parties, which opened the gateway for us to drink and get high together many a time. While he was quite the idiot, he was also a very fun guy to be around, but I knew Damon would never understand that. “And why’re you letting this twat chat to you?”

A laugh escaped Damon’s throat. “I think you’re the only twat here, Liam,” he began, a sigh leaving my mouth as I was trapped in a situation that I could only pray didn’t gain much traction from the rest of the attendees. “Me and Y/N are friends, don’t suppose we’re getting jealous are we?”

Liam’s grip on my shoulder tightened as I stared at his reaction to Damon. I felt quite small in this situation, due to me needing to tilt my head a good amount to properly look at Liam, and knowing if I left it would just erupt chaos and make it worse. “No need for me to be jealous when I know that she wouldn’t want to spend a minute with you in bed you bastard.”

“And you’re so sure about that are you?” Damon replied, amusement laced in his words. “Because you’ve totally spent a minute with her haven’t you?”

“Well I’ve got my arm around her haven’t I? And she’s not stopping me,” Liam argued back, a smirk entwined on his lips. Reaching for my hand, Liam grasped it lightly, then then brought it to his lips, kissing it, before holding it gently. Method of intimidation, perhaps, and though it was sweet, there was a time and place. And this was definitely neither the time, or place. “Who’s the jealous one now, eh?”

“The last I recall, she had hoped that we were winning this year, not you,” He boasted, moving the contents of his drink around whilst grasping it firmly. Whilst it would be something that would offend Liam, he was simply the type of person to not take criticism regardless of whomever it was coming from. I respected him for that. “So much so for a healthy relationship.” Damon mocked, staring into my eyes as a small laugh escaped my lips.

Granted that I had found the argument shared between the pair of them to be extremely silly, it was good entertainment as the time passed before the award show would begin. Watching them both, attempting to throw insults at one another, each one trying to cut a little deeper than the one previous, made me almost laugh at the both of them right there. “You know, it’s so silly that you both think you know me so well to think which one I’d pick from the both of you,” I said, detaching myself from Liam’s embrace and snatching my half-empty glass of champagne. “At this point, it’s neither of you.”

Walking back to my band’s designated table, I quietly took my seat as the show began. “Saw you chatting to Damon,” Emily whispered, raising her eyebrows. “Also saw you grinning like a madwoman.”

“Oh shut up you,” I replied, looking back at the bar to notice that both parties had left, assuming back to their places. “There’s nothing going on between me and Damon- Liam too in fact.”

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As the ceremony went on, the boredom got to us. Even the amount of drinks I had didn’t entertain me, but what could we do, we were stuck in the middle of an award show celebrating music, even though I had largely doubted that the majority of those attending were enjoying themselves. I had no clue who the awards were going to be handed out to, and whether that somebody may be us in a category, but we all knew Blur were going to win something. Yes, Oasis had gained a lot of fame and had become one of the most famous bands in the music scene at the minute, but by the way things had gone for Blur after the release of Parklife, things only seemed to go further up from there. And that was only proven to be truthful, after Blur had left with four different awards.

After Blur had received their fourth award for best British group, we all knew that there was nothing left for Oasis. “They’ll get it all next year, they only debuted this year you know.” I said to the table, who were staring at the four smiley boys on stage as they trotted up to receive their award. I admired Damon as he said his speech, then also turning to look over at Liam, who looked quite evidently pissed off. He was practically drooling in anger from the sight brought to him at that particular moment, and I couldn’t blame him - their band hadn't gone home with one award that night, but neither had ours. “They’ve taken four awards home, isn’t that like, the most anybody has ever taken?”

“Indeed it is,” Madeline replied, taking a sip from her drink. “Must be a good year for them then, eh?”

As I watched the band leave the stage in absolute glee, I stared at Damon as he walked back to his designated seat for the short remainder of the evening. Despite the fact that my band had been sat in our seats the entire evening in complete boredom, just like Oasis and so many other acts that had been nominated for pointless awards, it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t proud of how far Blur as a whole had come and evolved through their music, and especially Damon. From beginning as young, bowl-cut boys only charting so far on top of the pops, to creating songs and melodies that could unite our entire nation, it was impressive.

Damon was the face of Britain at this very moment, and a very good looking one. Once I watched him sit down, he scanned the room for a while until he was able to find where I was sitting, which was parallel to his seat, merely a couple metres away. He connected eyes with me as soon as he found me, also accompanied with a small smirk painted on his expression as he raised his eyebrows and sent me a wink. I simply smiled back at him in response before turning away abruptly, disrupting the little moment we seemingly shared, and though I felt my heart flutter a little, he’s definitely not winning me that easily.

[stormblessed95]

Thank you for your blog today, your organizing them into categories was a great way for me to spend my morning reading! I am a Jimin bias, love him with all the members so your duo blogs were great, my fav is Kookmin also, but love Yoonmin, VMIN, and Minimoni because you can really see the difference in friendship Jimin has with all of them. I have a question about Yoonmin. I’ve seen several Yoonmin videos that have the members teasing Jimin about Yoongi - some about Serendipity and pointing out Yoongi’s blue hair and teasing Jimin about it. Or the Run BTS episode where they were each other’s stylist and Yoongi’s rose went to Jimin and Jin said something about it sounding like a proposal. This just confuses me because you can tell they have a soft spot for each other, and thoroughly enjoy each other’s company. I’ve watched all the original content so it is exactly how it was cut into the Yoonmin videos but would appreciate your thoughts.

So glad you have been enjoying my posts!

My post over Serendipity and Yoonmin and Jikook can be found here, including mentions of the theories you brought up:

I love the Yoongi proposal moment. Lmao he really wanted to get to style Jimin in his clothes since he thought they would look good and as they are a very similar size it would all fit Jimin perfectly too. But I mean, if we take ever silly proposal seriously, Jimin then has 5 husband's, with Hobi the only hold out and he is not our strongest solider, as we all know 😂 my Jimin proposals post:

And I mean watch any performance of Outro: Propose live in 2014 and 2015. Lol that performance is just vocal line all aggressively proposing to each other while singing like angels 🤣 that song was just an excuse to flirt with each other, I'm convinced 🤣

JinKook:

Vmin:

TaeJin arguing over who gets to propose to JK, I think Tae won his hand in marriage here:

I don't see anything romantic in Yoongis run bts "proposal" lmao nor really in any of the above ones. It's fun and silly and cute. But I'm not sure what there is to be confused about 🤷🏻‍♀️ that's just me though. Lol but yall, please stop watching shipping analysis videos. People always over do it 😅😅