#today all the frustration i've had with my parents just boiled over

[be-a-cute-scientist]

weekly zoom call with my parents ended with my mom yelling at me and hanging up for the crime of (checks notes) asking if she got the iphone she said she would several months ago to make communicating internationally easier, and responding to her saying "you asking me this is making me so stressed" with "well if me asking you to get phones is so stressful maybe you should see someone about that"

[ladyanput]

Ok so this is the third time that I'm sending you an ask tonight. (or is it night time in your country?) I'm being annoying right now but whatever. So I've been cackling about those salt fics you wrote because they are just amazing. I have a request, though it is up to you to write it or not. So, can you write a salt fic where someone got an interview with Ladybug (probably Aurore) and then they ask her why they replaced the old heroes like Rena Rouge, Carapace and etc. and LB is just like I don't work with dumb shits or somethin'. Then there is also a new Black Cat (Probably Luka, Felix, or Damian) because Adrien here is an asshole and this fic is saltier than salt water. Then LB also insults Alya's blog and their school. Those foolish mortals get some lawsuits and the rest is up to you. (This request is probably messed up since it's already midnight here and I can't sleep.)

You're never annoying, I just apologize that it took me so long to get to you. I do hope you don't hold it against me, darling.

A one on one interview with Ladybug was basically unheard of if you weren't the Ladyblog or Nadja Chadwick. Ladybug had made it firm that she wasn't a celebrity, she was a hero. She wasn't there for clout, for attention, for fame or fortune. She just wanted to keep Paris safe.

That's was Aurore admired about her. And why she felt queasy as she sat across from the heroine, who had given her of all people an interview. But she got ahold of herself, taking deep breaths as the cameraman began counting down. And when he hit 'one', she put on her best smile and straightened in her seat.

"Hello Paris! Welcome back to 'Latest Buzz'! I am your lovable host, Aurore Beauréal. Today I am here with a very, very special guest, our very own heroine of Paris; Ladybug!"

Ladybug beamed right at the camera, but gave a shy little wave, giving away the nerves she obviously had.

"Now, Ladybug, I'm so glad you requested to be on the show. You know, I initially thought I had misheard when Estelle told me. Usually you're not big on personal interviews." Aurore gave her full attention to Ladybug, but keeping the bright, friendly smile and perfect posture.

"Well, I tried a few times actually. But when I did, none of them were really great experiences." Ladybug admitted and both girls immediately thought of that disastrous Face-to-Face interview. It left a bitter taste in their mouths. "My issue is that misinformation has been spread around a lot recently. It's made me realize that I need to find more trustworthy sources."

"Ladybug. I vow on my integrity as a host and Estelle's reputation as a journalist that we are people who research facts. We don't ambush our guests, we respect them." She said, placing a hand on her heart. Ladybug saw an honesty in her eyes that she hadn't seen in such a long time. It honestly made her feel.. Respected. "Now, Ladybug.. We both know you have a lot of fans. A lot of admirers. False information can be spread so easily these days, which sources specifically are you telling people to avoid?"

"Well.. With Face-to-Face, I found that I was entirely ambushed in that interview. I wanted to speak about my hero work, but instead Nadja kept trying to needle her way into my personal life. That picture she had shown in largely out of context; when Dark Cupid attacked and Chat Noir was under his spell, it was the only way to get him free."

"Yes, I remember watching that. I'll be honest Ladybug, I felt bad for you." Aurore bit her lip, but smiled a bit when Ladybug nodded. "I mean, Chat Noir wasn't helping either. He seemed to be trying to push this narrative forward that you two are a couple."

"And we're not!" Ladybug burst out before she could stop herself. Everyone in that studio could hear the utter stress and frustration in her voice. "I've begged and begged Chat Noir to stop with the flirting, the 'telling people we're dating', everything! I just wanted him to focus and he couldn't seem to do that!"

"Is that why you replaced him? Because of his slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously?" Aurora sat up an bit straighter, her eyes going wide.

".. Not exactly, no. It was a bunch of issues that eventually piled up and boiled over." Ladybug made some gestures with her hands, trying her hardest to find the words but just letting out a long and pained sigh in the end. "I do enjoy my new partner now. He is more serious, more stable. I know he won't go off and pout if I deny something he wanted. I needed an entirely new team, as a matter of fact."

"Well I am going to say, on behalf of everyone here, that we're glad. We swear on our integrity as journalists that if such rumours were to ever surface again, we will do our proper research." Aurore beamed and many of the staff and crew behind the cameras nodded and gave Ladybug their thumbs up. Honestly, it warmed Ladybug's heart to see such support.

When had been the last time someone had supported her like this? Sure, her parents supported her, but her friends..? Her peers? No, none of them had supported her in a long time.

"Speaking of research, I'd say to stay away from the Ladyblog." It burned to say it but it had to be said. Alya had crossed so many lines it wasn't even forgivable at this point. She had gone too far, had betrayed too many.

"Wait, what?" Aurore nearly jumped out of her seat but quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath. "Pardon me Ladybug, but the Ladyblog has been a vital source of information since the very beginning."

"And I'm not denying that!" Ladybug quickly held up her hands, her eyes desperate now. "But please let me explain. The Ladyblog was amazing in the beginning, but like all things, it started to go astray. It was things like trying so hard to find out my identity. Trying to push that narrative of that whole superhero couple thing.. Ladyblogger Alya Césaire has proven time and time again that she is not trustworthy. I mean, I thought she was my biggest fan. Why does she keep pushing my words aside?"

Many people who watched the interview would agree. If you idolized someone, respected someone, truly looked up to them.. Why would you push aside their words, their wishes to try and push the narrative you're so convinced is true, but isn't there?

"And don't get me started on the whole Lila Rossi craze she seemed to be on now." At Ladybug's mention of Lila Rossi, both Estelle and Aurore had to keep from rolling their eyes. They knew all about the girl.

"You speak as if you are quite frustrated, Ladybug. What an odd reaction to your best friend." Aurore leaned forward a bit in her seat. Everyone else got to the edge of theirs. Ladybug only shook her head, looking utterly defeated.

"That's the thing, she isn't my best friend." It took everything to keep from satin that she hated her, that she had taken away her friends and her life. "The only times she's met Ladybug is when she's been akumatized, which has been around six or seven times at this point. And the other things she's claiming are so outlandish! Saving Jagged Stone's kitten from a airport runway? Clara Nightengale stealing her dance moves? And the Ladyblog just posts it out there, claiming every single story is true. I'm just scared that people are taking this one hundred percent seriously. That's why I had to drop Rena Rouge and Carapace from the team as they believed Lila Rossi over me. They didn't even try to confirm these rumours! And it hurts to think that one day, someone will take Lila's words seriously and get hurt. What if she says it's safe to dip strawberries in bleach? Or tells someone that she found a way to tame some kind of wild animal? Someone would get hurt because they believe her story and try it out for themselves!"

"My goodness, I can definitely see how that is a problem. Misinformation is very easy to spread thanks to the internet, so you being worried is a very relatable thing." Aurore nodded, then tilted her head ever so slightly. "Ladybug, do you know anyone who has taken her word seriously? This is besides the Ladyblog of course."

Ladybug closed her eyes briefly, mentally debating with herself before finally giving in. These things needed to be said.

"Collège François DuPont. Now I wasn't there personally, but I heard about this situation and looked into it. The entire situation was appalling. Apparently a student was found to have cheated, assaulted another student, and commited thievery. But the thing that stuck out is only one person saw her do all of these things; Lila Rossi. No investigation was done, no questioning other students. This student was then expelled immediately. Her teacher and her principal didn't even give her a chance. And from what people have been saying, Miss Rossi's behaviour is actively encouraged in that school. She misses countless days, no, months of school, claiming she's traveling. But when she was supposedly in Achu, doing whatever it was she was claiming with Prince Ali, I was fighting her akuma here in Paris on Heroes Day!"

"I was at school the day that happened. I knew the student that happened to. They're the nicest person in that school! Never a bad thing to say about anyone, always willing to help! I agree with you on how things were handled, it's a level of incompetence that is baffling." Aurore's hands slowly curled into fists as she remembered it all. She slowly shook her head. "The principal, their teacher, their class who backed up Rossi. It must have hurt them so much, made them feel so alone."

"That's why I want people to be more careful with what information they take as fact. It's so important, because stuff like that can lead people to a desperate place. They feel alone, like the entire world is against them. I wouldn't have let the principal and the teacher get away with that gross negligence in their jobs." Ladybug leveled her gaze directly to the camera. "People of Paris, please listen to what I am saying. I am here to be a hero, to protect you from the terror of Hawkmoth and to defeat him. But please, do not be like Principal Damocles, do not be like that teacher and her class at DuPont. Do your research, look up your facts. Do not let a liar lead you to do something dangerous and hurt yourself as well as others. Respect each other, talk and be honest. I swear on my life that I shall do the same. You are the people I swore to protect and I love. I am saying this all to protect you. And I'll hope you'll all forgive me for not protecting you sooner."

...

The interview rocked Paris. Ladybug speaking so openly about her frustrations, about the discrepancies in the Ladyblog and Lila Rossi had many people double checking the sources of everything they learned from that blog.

Alya could barely show her face as she made her way though the school hallways. Her reputation as a journalist had gone down the drain. People had basically started boycotting her blog, harrassing her, or trash talking her on other forums and sites. Even a lot of news outlets picked this up.

What hurt the most from that interview last night was Ladybug's words towards her, both as Rena Rouge and as Alya. Surely the heroine had to be mistaken, she had never beytrayed Ladybug! And that Oblivio incident, it was just to show Chat Noir and Ladybug that they were meant to be together!

Her family was upset with her. No, upset was too tame of a word. They were pissed.

"I can't believe she lied to us.."

"Well what do you expect from someone who keeps harrassing Ladybug?"

Alya flinched when she heard the whispers and rushed into Miss Buster's class. The entire class was there, all seated, all looking utterly miserable. Many of them looked as if they had been crying all night. A lot like she had.

"W-where's Miss Bustier?" Alya asked when she eyed the empty desk. Many of her classmates shot her glares, but didn't say anything about the interview last night. After all, they had no room to talk.

"She and Principal Damocles are with the school board now. We're getting a new teacher." Adrien was the one that spoke up. He looked utterly miserable. So unlike his usual self.

"Lila isn't coming back. She was pulled from school when her mother found out what happened." Alix muttered from her seat, arms crossed and shoulders hunched.

The class went quiet as they all internally contemplated how things had gotten like this. Their eyes focused on the door when it abruptly opened and Marinette came strolling in, carrying a box.

"Good morning everyone!" She said brightly, pretending not to notice the downcast expressions on their faces. She set the box on the teacher's desk before she turned towards them. "Oh? What's wrong everyone?"

".. Did you not watch the interview with Ladybug on 'Latest Buzz'?" Alya stared at Marinette, a bit dumbfounded by her friend's lack of awareness of the situation. She had been expecting Marinette to rush in with support and a fiery vengeance against those who had humiliated her best friend, maybe even a fresh pastry. But instead she was greeted with empty hands and a cheerful hello?

"Oh, well I haven't really had the time to watch much television. I mean, with my transfer papers, needing to plan out my new schedule with all of those new classes. Busy as a bee, that's me!" Marinette just beamed, giving Adrien a playful wink that had his stomach churning.

"Wait, transfering?" It was Rose that spoke up, her large eyes seeming impossibly large now. "Transfer what?"

"To my new school, of course." Marinette giggled and clasped her hands together. "I start on Monday."

"New school?!" Alya was on her feet and rushing towards Marinette. The others quickly followed, crowding around her. "What do you mean new school?! When did you ever say you were going to a new school?"

Marinette blinked, as if stunned, then tilted her head ever so slightly.

"I told you all last week, don't you remember?" Marinette tapped her lower lip, seeming to be wracking her brain before she abruptly snapped her fingers. "Oh! I forgot, you all were deep in conversation with Lila about her upcoming event with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale. You know, the one she said she'd be attending with Ladybug, since they're such good friends. Did she ever say how it went?"

All of the students shifted uneasily, suddenly seeming to refuse to meet her face.

Alix murmured something so barely audible, Marinette held a hand to her ear and leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Lila was lying to us!" Alix snapped as her cheeks went a flaming red.

"About everything! She never knew Jagged Stone!" Juleka spat out in fury.

"Or Prince Ali!" Rose sniffled.

"And she wasn't friends with Ladybug? They were barely acquaintances!" Alya wailed out as tears welled up in her eyes.

But Marinette hardly reacted the way they were expecting. She just gave them a small smile and nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I know."

Alya sucked in a breath sharply.

"You knew..? But why did you never..?"

"Oh Alya, you silly forgetful thing. I told you the day she returned from her long 'trip', remember? I told you she was lying." Marinette gave Alya a smile that said 'oh you silly thing'. "But you told me that I should really check my sources. And I got tired of trying to bring up any lies, since that was always your response. So I decided to just stop. I mean, since you're such an inspiring, honest journalist you must double and triple check every source you come across and found every story to be true!"

Alya flinched and looked away, feeling the churning feeling in her gut again. No, the Ladyblog had been the only source for the stories. The. Only. One.

"And I'm sure all of you knew what you were doing! I mean, it makes sense; trusting the words of a complete stranger over someone you've known for a while now. Some of you since we were in diapers!" She focused her gaze on Nino and Kim, who had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"Marinette, you really should-" Adrien began, reaching out for the girl, but was cut off by her clapping her hands together.

"But it's alright! I decided that fighting with you all wasn't worth it, so I took Adrien's advice and took the high road! Don't bother exposing Lila, she isn't hurting anyone!" Marinette announced brightly, giving her hands a little wave.

The temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees.

".. Adrien, she's kidding, right?" Nino glanced over at his friend, his eyes pleading for him to deny it all. But the sight of the blood draining from the model's face and the sweat starting to bead at his forehead told him everything he needed to know. "Dude.."

"How could you?! You knew this entire time and didn't even try to tell me?!" Alya rounded on Adrien, fury in her eyes.

"Now, now, don't get mad at Adrien. I'm sure he knew you all were going to do you research. Besides, it's not like this did anything bad for anyone." Marinette pressed a hand to her cheek, still grinning. "I mean, it's not like you all took her advice without doing any research. You didn't try the things she suggested without actually checking them out to be true, right? No one lost any scholarships or job opportunities. No one's relationships were ruined. No one was hurt."

The nauseous feeling spread to all of the class as the reality of everything caught up with them.

"I'm sure everything will go back to normal, right? I mean, I'm sure that that woman from the education bureau isn't here to fire Damocles and Bustier for their severe neglect in their duties. Expelling me with the most mediocre and shaky proof. Surely that's a school I should feel safe in! That I should be proud to be a part of. But alas, my preparations for my new school are already done, so oh well."

Marinette shrugged and adjusted her purse strap.

"Anyhow, I wish you all luck with the amazing things Lila has helped you to do! I know it must have been worth ignoring me and convincing me I was crazy. With all of the free time I've had, with you guys practically replacing me with Lila in the group, I've had tons of time to spend with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?!" Alya's eyes went owlishly wide as she gaped at Marinette. "But what about Adrien?!"

"Oh Alya, I fell out of love with Adrien forever ago." Marinette shook her head in an almost patronizing way that had Alya's cheeks burning with embarrassment. They didn't even pay attention to Adrien's noises of surprise. "I mean, you claimed I was jealous of Lila getting close to Adrien, that I should let the jealousy go. And you know what? You were right! So I decided Adrien wasn't worth the stress, the embarrassment.. I mean, I couldn't even talk to him straight. I thought he was the most perfect guy in the world! Goodness, did I learn my lesson!"

She giggled as if she found the entire thing amusing. She then beamed at the class.

"Well, ta-ta! I need to get back home and make sure everything is ready to go. I wish you all the best, I really do!"

They all watched, shellshocked as Marinette breezed out of the classroom like it was nothing. Like she wasn't leaving her friends, her school, her life behind. And they all would wonder exactly how badly they screwed up, if she could walk away do easily, without a care.

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[jaedreaminn]

At War or In Love?

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairings: Haechan x Reader.

Theme: fluff, crack, hurt, comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, collegeau.

Characters: Donghyuck, Jeno, Mark, Taeyong, Ten, Renjun, Jaemin, Jisung «mentioned» Chenle.

Words Count: 2.5k

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Donghyuck knew he was a cheerful boy. His cheerfulness was given to him by his mother who he lived with for the first five years of his life. He couldn't remember her face but he did remember her smile and bubbly attitude and it stuck with him even after he was seperated from her to live with the Lee's. To live with his father.

He's always been social and good with people so he couldn't understand why Mrs.Lee hated him so much. Nor could he understand why his brothers who he was so excited to meet never spoke to him, so he had simply assumed that talking inside the Lee house was forbidden. He barely remembers his early childhood, just glimpses of memories passed through his head. Memories like Mrs.Lee's glares and awful words, memories of yelling and crying but he wasn't sure where the crying was coming from, memories of being stuck with an awful Maths teacher who really didn't like him.

But those were just distant memories because the memories that stuck with him were sitting at the dinner table and eating with his brother's, his elder brothers taking care of him and pampering him, Marks red face when he would annoy the boy who no matter how mad he was would never push Donghyuck away.

He remembers growing up protected by Taeyong, Ten, Mark and Jeno from his awful step mother. She was the only person Donghyuck ever despised, he remembers how she was drunk and angry one day and she grabbed him by his arm and yelled at him, told him he wasn't supposed to exist, wasn't supposed to be loved. But she was also told him something that broke his eight year old self, she told him his birth mother had died.

He remembers crying into Tens arms bitterly and all of his brothers joining him, huddling together on Tens small bed to console him. That night when he had fallen asleep in his brothers arms he dreamt of his mother, his mother who smiled at him and told him he was loved and that he was ment to love and to always be happy and cheerful. And so he believed her.

He lived his life quite happily, shielded from his parents by his brothers, which he would grow up to appreciate.

He was cheerful and friendly and loving and got along with everyone. So he couldn't for the life of him understand why you made his blood boil so much.

"Y/n you're messing it up!" He yelled, frustrated but you only ignored him poking you tongue out from the side of your mouth as you concentrated on lining the border of your assignment with decorative tape.

"Do you think we're still in kindergarten?" He mocked you and without wavering your attention from the task at hand you spoke, "If we were in kindergarten I would be at peace and you wouldn't be here." And that angered him even more.

"Why did you follow me to uni" he grumbled under his breath sitting down next to you.

"Please you followed me here" you scoffed, handing over the assignment to him.

"Why did you even waste time decorating the first page of the script. It doesn't make sense and doesn't even add to our marks"

"One. It makes our script original-" "but isn't the story in it origna-" "TWO. It looks cute" you said with a grin plastered on your face and he looked at you and wondered how anyone could be so irritability adorable.

"Well if you're only going to stare at me weirdly I'm leaving" and you were gone before he even got a chance to say anything. Haechan sighed, looking at the cutely decorated cover page to the script the two of you worked on together. You really were stupid.

Before he knew it he found himself at lunch seated in between Mark and Renjun.

"Ugh I swear if this one doesn't turn our right I'm quitting" Renjun grumbled to no one in particular as he continued to work on his art assignment. Haechan sighed feeding the busy boy a sandwich and Mark rolled his eyes.

"What are you losers upto" Jeno asked, approaching the table with Jisung trailing behind him.

"I'm still in shock you're studying music and dance" Mark said taking a bite of his food.

"He says that everytime" Jisung rolled his eyes as he sat down.

"At the pace at which Jeno was going at I'm pretty sure Mark expected him to get into crime" A voice spoke and all the boys looked up to be greeted by a smiling Jaemin.

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Jeno asked Jaemin with a pout and the other just laughed handing him a bottle of water.

"Please I love Mark more" the grinning boy said and Jeno being his dramatic self visibly deflated.

"Calm down there casanova Marks already got someone" Renjun said, eyes still on his painting.

"Where's Chenle?" Haechan then asked. "He's still stuck in the practice room, said his partner is being annoying" Jisung answered after he realised no one else was going to.

"Pft I know a thing or to about annoying partners" Haechan scoffed and everyone at the table sighed.

"Here we go again" Jisung said rolling his eyes and digging into his food.

"Again?"

"Oh please Haechan this happens everytime it's either y/n this or y/n that. You're obsessed" Renjun said banging his paint brush onto the table.

"What! That's not true" Haechan started to get defensive.

"Please the amount of tension between the two of you is crazy! Like just date already" Jeno laughed and now Donghyuck was very embarrassed.

"You're single ass should date first you've still not dated anyone after-" Donghyuck stopped himself immediately realising the words coming out of his mouth.

"That's my fault isn't it" Mark frowned.

"No!" Jeno said and then glared in Donghyucks direction, "No. I gave you my blessings it's okay I had to get over our relationship and I'm so happy for the two of you right now" Jeno said quickly and Mark frowned.

"But what if you had a chance.."

"Mark Lee you foolish fool if Jeno said he had no problem and literally encouraged you to date his ex then don't question it. Plus he's giving his all to music right now" Jaemin said patting Marks back.

"Hate to say this but Jaemins right, like Jeno could have easily killed you in his sleep of he had a prblem with you, we live in the same house remember?" Haechan added grinning and everyone faceplamed.

"Anyway moving on I've got a buisness class right now I'm going to run" Jaemin said getting up and leaving and Renjun jumped up cheering.

"Geez I didn't know you hate Jaemin hyung" Jisung the ever sassy said and Renjun looked at him confused before realisation dawned on him "Ahhh no I'm done with my drawing and I need to run too" Renjun said eyes widening as he noticed the time, grabbing his stuff and running off. They watched with a laugh how Renjun who was usually calm and graceful tripped as he ran out.

"Wait when did Jisung even leave?" Mark asked pointing to the empty seat. "Ungreatful brat" was muttered by Jeno.

"Are you guys secretly hanging out with y/n and lermimg disappearing trick from them?" Haechan asked and Mark and Jeno just gave him a look. "what?"

"Y/n again? I'm telling you you're obsessed" Jeno chuckled and Haechan chocked on his spit as he quickly got up and hurried away from his brothers teasing.

He was on his way to his locker when he spotted you laughing rather fakely to something a very attractive boy was saying. You laugh was a pitch higher than normal and Haechan almost snorted loudly. Almost. And you were most definitely flirting with that guy.

He approached you with a smile from behind, tapping your back and watching with utmost pleasure when you frowned.

"Is that a new laugh y/n weren't you snorting like a pig just today morning" he asked with a cheeky grin and you frowned.

"Shut up and leave" you said throught gritted teeth trying your best to keep calm.

"Oh c'mon I was just kidding" Haechan smiled and was about to wrap his arms around your shoulder when the boy you were talking to stopped him. He glared at the hand stopping his.

"I don't know who you are but you're making y/n uncomfortable so you got to leave" the boy said pushing Haechans hand away and grabbing onto your hand and pulling you away from Haechan.

Haechan stood there shocked at the boys actions for a second before snapping and pulling you back with so much force you fell onto his chest.

He glared daggers at the boy, his eyes threatening him. "Y/n and I have known eachother all I lives and now we've got a project to work on so don't suddenly interfere in the life of someone you know nothing about." Haechan said coldly, venom hidden behind each word of his and he dragged you away.

He was fuming, not realising where he was going until he was at the garden with you.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" He scoffed but you didn't say anything head hung low. He immediately took notice of that.

"Y/n what's wrong?" He asked worried and thats when you looked up at him, eyes tired. "This has to stop" you pleaded and he didn't understand what you were saying.

"You did this back in school too. You were awful to me and hated me but the moment I was with someone other than you you'd make a big deal out of it and end up fighting with that person" you said said, voice breaking and tears glistening your eyes. Haechan was about to defend himself when you spoke again. "I'm so tired of whatever crap you're pulling Haechan, you were always sending me mixed signals in school and I let you take me for a ride but not again. I liked you but hated you. You made me angry but so happy. You pushed me away only to pull me back and I'm sick of it" the tears now made their way down you face as you cried and Haechan stood there feeling so guilty for making you cry.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.."

"Of course you didn't mean to" a dry laugh escaped your lips, "but tell me, did you ever like me? Was this just entertainment for you? For when you were bored?" You asked with spite.

And suddenly everytime someone hinted at his weird obsession with you came back to him, "Look I don't hate you... Atleast I think I don't. Not that much I-" You scoffed cutting him off.

"It's either you like me or you don't stop playing with my heart this isn't funny" you said rather calmly but the anger visible in your eyes.

"I don't know...I don't think so" he could hear your heart break and somehow he felt like maybe, he was wrong.

"Then leave please leave" you said agressively wiping away the fresh tears falling down your face. He tried to comfort you but you raised you hand stopping him.

He sighed in defeat and began to walk away, head hung low. He felt bad for making you cry and wanted to see you smile. Just then the thought of you crying in that pretty boys arms crossed his mind and he felt and awful feelin at the pit of his stomach. Jealousy. He was jealous, he wanted to make you happy and he wanted to hold you as you cried, he didn't want you to look at other people lovingly, and he hated the thought of you kissing someone else so he immediately turned to you and grabbing you by your shoulders.

"Look y/n I want to believe I hate you but at the same time I hate when it's not me that makes you happy because I love making you smile, I love making you laugh, I love annoying you." He said eyes serious as you blankly stared at him.

"All I know is whatever is going on in my head, you're at the center of it and you're the only one that can help me figure out what my fixation with you is."

"That's stupid." you mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze and he smiled.

"Nothing's stupid in love and war y/n and right now I don't know if I'm at war with you" he paused and you looked up at him and he smiled at you fondly, "or in love with you."

You looked at him awe struck and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you looked, with eyes still shining from all the tears and your face flushed.

"Will you help me figure which one it is?" He asked, his tone hopeful and you thought for a while and nodded as he grinned happily. And you smiled.

"This might just be my own downfall" you started with a frown and then a very small smile made its way to your face, "But atleast then I'll know more than I know now."

Bonus:

"This is stupid he's in love with you" Jeno said with a frown and Haechan pouted as he watched you laugh.

"Ah y/n run away while you can, our hyucks really stupid to even think he hates you" Mark added and if you weren't holding his hand right now Haechan would have punched his brother.

"Oh so this is the infamous y/n" Ten said walking into the room with a smirk on his face and Haechan silently cried inside.

"We really need to leave" he said but you were at your antics again and said "no we don't we have plenty of time don't we" he swears he hates you but at the same time it was impossible to hate you when you smiled at him like that.

"Ohhh is this y/n Donhyuck?" Came his eldest brothers voice and this time Haechan did cry.

"Oh c'mon don't pretend to cry you love me"Taeyong said patting his back and you chuckled.

"No I love Mark" Haechan said glaring at the eldest who only chuckled, "What's with everyone's fixation on Mark?" Jeno asked and Ten rolled his eyes "You just don't see how adorable our Markie is because your Taeyongs pet"

"Hyuck this is your fault the name stuck!" Mark growled and you stood there watching the brothers argue with eachother, amused at their antics.

"Ahh this is what you'll be getting into if you associate with this family" A voice said behind you and you turned around to meet the person who was your senior in high school and the one that stole Tens heart.

"Wouldn't I be lucky if that was the case?" You asked but another voice spoke "Try being stuck babysitting five grown men" you turned to see the person you recognised as Marks partner.

"I will hit you!" Haechan yelled charging at Mark who had run behind Ten who was yelling at Taeyong for help who who was being held down by a sulky Jeno.

You shared a look with the two people beside you as the three of you broke out in laughter.

~~~

Lee brother's- A mini series

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[purecantarella]

The Best Gift

A lot of you guys requested a lot of smut for Lisa's birthday, which I will get to. But for today, her actual birthday, I wanted to post some fluff. I will get to them soon, I promise! I hope you still enjoy!

Also, happy birthday to my ult bias, Lalisa Manoban 🎉

Lisa had a good day, her filming for Youth With You went smoothly, her band mates were all so loving and kind all day, and the cherry on top was that she got to go home to you and her precious kitties. It was an amazing birthday so far.

The dancer walked in with a content smile on her face and as she walked in a familiar and home-y smell welcomed her. She kicked off her shoes and excitedly ran into the kitchen. There you stood in front of the stove, as her mom and dad spoke to you through the tablet on the counter.

"Happy birthday!" Her mom called and you snapped your head to look at her. A smile, so warm it radiated from you, etched onto your lips as you opened your arms for her to come into. The grin on her face grew tenfold as she ran into your arms.

Lisa nuzzled her face into your neck as you whispered in her ear, "Happy Birthday, my love." You pulled away and pecked her lips before returning your attention to the boiling over food in on the stove.

She wrapped her arms around your waist before taking a dramatic inhale. "It smells amazing, baby." She mumbled against your ear. You laughed and retorted, "Me or the food?"

"Is there a difference, baby?" She asked teasingly, making you go red. Her dad cleared his throat reminding you both they were there. You all laughed off the awkward moment and Lisa picked up Luca who was laying lazily on the floor next to your feet before greeting her parents.

When the food was finished cooking, her parents bid their farewells to give you both some privacy. You thanked them for their help in preparing before they jokingly told you not to be too loud after. Lisa looked at you and her parents, the warmth in her chest growing at the sight of the three of you getting along.

As you and Lisa sat at the table she talked about her day and you told her about yours. When she began talking about a dance she just couldn't perfect and it became the root of her frustrations at work, you took her hand and squeezed it from across the table.

"I'm sure you'll get it. Even if you don't the Blinks will love you either way." You reassured her before taking the last pieces of the dish onto your spoon from the serving plate and putting it against her lips. She happily took it and smiled at the familiar tastes in her mouth. "Just make sure not to overwork yourself, Lisa. If I have to check up on you from Chae and Jen's eyes I will." You warned playfully as you picked up the plates to take to the sink.

It was a quiet night, you both washed the dishes you'd used during the preparation and dinner, fed the cats, and now are cuddled up on the couch watch some Disney movie, Tangled, that was on.

You'd made it to the scene of the lanterns and the music began to swell. She was so entrapped by the scene while you smiled up at Lisa, her arms securely wrapped around you and her cheek leaning against the side of your head, the cats sleeping on each of your sides. You took her hands and pulled her up, shocking her. You pulled her arms around you as you swayed gently to the sweet melody of the song.

She lead you in a simple dance, your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on each other. You brushed your nose against hers before pressing your lips firmly against hers. Lisa had never felt so content and so loved than this moment. When you pulled away, she looked at you seriously.

The idol pulled away suddenly and kneeled on both knees. You looked down at her surprised and quite concerned about her. Before you could get a word out, she looked up at you with a big doe eyes filled with tears and a choked sob.

"Y/n, I've never been happier than I am right now." She said, her voice shaky. "I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with my work, my relationships, or my successes if you aren't in it..." You were about to say that you felt the same when it rolled off her tongue.

"Will you give me the greatest gift and agree to marry me?"

Your eyes went wide. At first you think she's kidding, then you see the determined look in her cloudy eyes. You take a deep breath, and think for a moment. Did you love Lisa? Of course. Would the life of being married to an idol be an uphill battle every single day of your life? Yes.

But could you see a future without Lisa as the one you wake up to everyday? Could you bare the thought that someone else held her heart? Fuck no.

While you had your internal debate, Lisa was beginning to get antsy with your silence, thinking she'd moved too quick so soon. The idol was about to affirm that you didn't have to say anything, your head shot up, a huge smile gracing your lips before falling to your own knees and taking her face in your hands.

"How could I say no to the birthday girl?" Lisa leaned forward and pressed your lips together. A wave of happiness and contentment washing over both of you.

I hope you guys liked it! I wrote it a little later in the day since I was working on a Twice reaction which takes a little longer AHAHAHHA anyway, yeah, i hope you enjoyed. Requests are open and suggestions on my writing are completely welcomed!

edit : i'm sorry, i accidentally posted this twice HAHAHAH

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@labrachrosite

[farklelucas]

ok katie i've been thinking about your gay version of the nanny and i was hoping you'd indulge me and write a fic where cecil and niles wake up after sleeping together for like the dozenth time and are caught by maxine and fran bc that'd be comedy gold!

hjrktjrke iconic!!! if anyone who is not mauricio is wondering: yesterday i made a post about my ideal gay version of the show the nanny (which you can find here if you haven’t read it, and even if you have, i’ve made a couple changes so it makes more sense askdl) and clearly implied that niles and cecil (aka c.c.) get together As They Should even if maxine and c.c. think they should be together due to comp het. anyway this is for you man!

Cecil wakes up at 7 AM, as per usual, with a rather tense headache, swearing softly as he draws his arms into himself and gradually sits up, straining the aching muscles in his back from sleeping on a strange mattress. This, of course, has been happening more and more recently - where he wakes up with a wine-induced headache, in an unfamiliar bedroom, tangled up in the sheets of another man, his arms wrapped around him. Well, not that the bedroom is all that unfamiliar to him anymore; not after the fourth, or fifth, or… dozenth or so time. No, by now, he could rattle off little facts about the room (and, more surprisingly, its inhabitant) like he could about nearly anything he had an interest in.

The room was not nearly as extravagant as Maxine’s, or even Brighton’s or Maggie’s, he noted, from the rare occasions he had caught a peak inside; it was more of a servant’s quarters, if anything, with a plain tan ceiling and light brown walls. What it lacked in natural charm, however, was made up for with decor. Pictures of Niles and various people in his life; Niles and Fran in London, each doing the forced perspective kind of picture to make it looks like they were each licking a side of Big Ben. Niles and the children when they were younger, Maggie walking by his side and Brighton tugging on his hand and Gracie up on his shoulders, Niles’s eyes practically rolled back in his head. There’s quite a few of Niles and Maxine, one of them drinking champagne together and one of them at a skii resort and one of them hugging after one of Maxine’s shows debuted. Even Sylvia made it on the wall, sneaking in the background of one of the family photos. Pictures of ex-boyfriends and Niles’s little sister and his parents too. Cecil notices a distinct lack of his own face and, while affronted, decides not to comment. They are supposed to be enemies or something, after all.

He glances at the body beside him. Key words being supposed to be; they aren’t really good at it. He guesses it’s his own damn fault. If he hadn’t come onto Niles… or was it the other way around? He was content to blame Niles for this. Regardless of whom came onto whom, it was Niles’s fault for being so frustrating and handsome. Even now, still snoring in the early hours of the morning, he was handsome - perhaps even more handsome than normal, now that he wasn’t making snide comments or sneering. Normally, Cecil would have left by now, climbed out of bed and made a run for the shame of it all. But today, maybe because of the wine headache or the crick in his back, he let his eyes and, frankly, mind stray. He was content to ogle the flat planes of Niles’s back, and the moles that dotted his spine in a small constellation. He let himself examine the man’s flat brown hair, sticking up in the oddest of angles from his tossing and turning in sleep. His lower back is just exposed by the sheet and - when did Niles lose his blankets? Sheepishly, he realizes he must have hogged them during the night, and begins to cover Niles back up. He must be freezing, after all. It’s only the decent thing to do.

Ugh. Since when did he do things that were decent?

Faster than he can blink, though, as his hands hover over Niles with the dark blue quilt, there’s a quick knock on the door. There’s a squeak as it’s pushed open, and a soft “oh!” of surprise. His knuckles tense, and he turns to the door, the words “this isn’t what it looks like” falling from his lips before he can even think about it.

For a moment, Maxine just stares at him, her eyebrows arched and lips caught in an o shape. She blinks at him, and he stares at her, praying she’ll just realize she’s sleepwalking and stumble like a zombie out of the room. But she doesn’t; of course she doesn’t. After a moment of shock, her face schools herself into one of realization and neutrality. And then, one of distinct amusement. A few years ago, that look would have been surprising, even unnatural coming from Maxine. But now, after years of Fran Fine living in her home, it’s more commonplace than not. “I didn’t say anything,” she says, suggestively, implying that she wanted to say something even if she hadn’t.

Cecil feels his face heat up, and stomach twist in an unpleasant way. He had long since given up on Maxine after she had come out of the closet, but old habits die hard, and he always hated being embarrassed in front of her. “Maxine,” he says, on a sigh, “please don’t say anything.”

She holds her hands up in a placating manner, but she still has that damn devilish smirk. “Again, nothing! I said nothing!”

He stares at her, trying to cool his blush. “Seriously,” he replies. “Niles would kill me if he knew you knew.”

“Mum’s the word,” she says, raising a hand to her heart. “Consider my lips sealed.”

They sit in silence for a moment, staring at each other. Cecil glares and Maxine smirks. Then he sighs again. “Is this,” he begins, cringing, “something we need to talk about, or…?”

Her eyes open, in surprise or embarrassment, and she stammers, “Oh, uh, oh my, I think I hear Fran calling me.” She hooks a thumb over her right shoulder. “I suppose I should -”

“What do you mean? I’m over here, honey.” Oh, no. Oh God, there is only one way this could possibly get worse. As the nasal voice and the sound of clicking high heels become closer and closer, Cecil pleads with his eyes for Maxine to close the door and pretend this never happen, tell Fran some lie to explain why he and Niles were talking in such hushed voices. But it’s too late. Fran arrives in the doorway, with a pressed rainbow jumper and teased hair and her phone in her hand. When she looks up, she startles at the sight of Cecil. Then she blinks. And then, she laughs.

It’s not that high-pitched, nasal nonsense that typically leaves Cecil’s blood boiling, but it is close. It’s more of a silent cousin, as she heaves out a breath and slaps herself on the knee. “Oh, this is beautiful,” she says. “Absolutely amazing.”

“Now, Fran,” Maxine chastises lightly, “Cecil has asked for our discretion, and I promised him he would have it.”

Fran nods, sagely, then holds up her phone and snaps a picture. Cecil blinks, dazed by the flash, and Fran smiles at him. “That’s going on the wedding cards,” she says, and Cecil drops his head into his hands, his face flushing more than before in both anger and embarrassment. “I’m gonna go wake Gracie.” With that, she’s gone, and Maxine and Cecil are alone again.

Maxine sighs and shakes her head. “I’ll see to it that she deletes that.” She smiles quite awkwardly, then reaches her hand for the door. “I’ll leave you to it.” She closes the door behind her with a soft thud.

The thud, is apparently, what does it, and Niles groans as he wakes. He stretches like a tired cat, then rolls onto his side, blinking in surprise when he catches sight of Cecil. Then he smiles, an uncharacteristic action for him, and leans on his hand. “You stayed,” he says softly, and it’s unfair that Cecil’s heart twists the way it does, but it does.

So, of course, because it’s Cecil, he scoffs. “Yeah, well, my mistake.” He’s not sure he’s able to wipe the stupid and peculiar look of awe or contentment off of his face, but maybe just this once it’s okay. Maybe change is okay.

Niles, bless him, just grins and sits up, reaching out for him. Cecil lets himself be pulled into an embrace, Niles’s arms around him as he presses soft lips to his shoulder. “Yes, well, I was worried - the forecast called for rain today, I was afraid you’d melt away while getting on your broom.”

Some things, however, Cecil thinks, will never change.