#within the last few weeks

[st4rstudent]

enough of these two sleeping im sick of it

[makeste]

Just out of pure curiosity, isn't this a horrible way to experience the story lmao?

I'm not saying it's for everyone, but it's worked for me personally so far. more than I would have expected, tbh!

honestly though, this might sound kind of backwards, but a big part of my decision to read these chapters early had more to do with me NOT wanting to be spoiled. let me explain.

I went on hiatus from the BnHA manga beginning in January 2022. I remained completely spoiler-free for almost eight whole months without the slightest issue. then August happened. :')

the thing is, despite my taking a break from the manga, I didn't stop reading fanfiction. in fact I probably read more fic than I usually do, because I missed the series and the characters. it may sound odd that I had the time to read fic but couldn't use that same time to catch up with the manga instead, but they're very different things as far as mental load and time commitment. one is very passive, almost relaxed, while the other requires me to be quick-witted and mentally engaged (at least if I want to do a halfway decent job). something which I wasn't really capable of being at the time. so yeah.

anyway so at the time I generally thought of fanfic as a relatively safe activity, spoiler-wise. and to be fair it was. right up until the single most popular character in the series fucking DIED in the most grisly way possible while fighting the main villain, right in the middle of everyone's fucking summer break. after which pretty much the entirety of fandom erupted into "BAKUGOU DIED??!" and "HE DIED THINKING ABOUT IZUKU??!" and "BABY BOY WANTED ALL MIGHT TO SIGN HIS TRADING CARD?!?!" and "RAIN!?!?" etc. etc. pretty much 24/7 on all social platforms for weeks on end.

so what I learned from that experience is that no matter how good you are at dodging spoilers, it is literally impossible to do so when something THAT momentous and life-altering happens your favorite character who also happens to be fandom's most beloved blorbo. hell, I didn't even get spoiled on AO3 initially; they got me over on YouTube of all places. literally nothing I could do to prevent it. and after that, no matter how meticulously I avoided all of the fics tagged with "362: Light Fades to Rain spoilers", I still kept getting caught off guard because people would casually drop spoilers into untagged fics as well. so I had a bunch of additional little details spoiled for me unexpectedly and I was pretty much defenseless against it. pretty much the only way I could have avoided it all would have been to stop reading Kacchan whump entirely. which, idk about you, but to me that would have been a far more horrible fate. :p

anyway so fast forward to last month, and Kacchan finally came back, and you bet your ass I spoiled myself for it immediately. because I knew it would still take me forever to get caught up The Right Way, and in the meantime I would once again be leaving myself at the mercy of the internet. at least this way I have control over where and when and how I find out. and I got to experience the moment via the manga itself, rather than a third party. and I have to say, this way was vastly preferable to the alternative.

and at the end of the day that's pretty much the same rationale I had for giving in and reading 404 - 406 as well. I knew that once Kacchan was back, the pace of the Final Battle was going to start picking up, and things were going to start happening, and I'd rather read all of those things for myself! like just for example, there's close to a 100% chance the "Kacchan" line from this week would have been spoiled for me in someone's fic if I hadn't read 406 beforehand. just little things like that. anyway so this way, no matter what happens to Kacchan and Deku from this point forward, I'll get to read it fresh and experience it in a way that I unfortunately never got to with the chapter 362 moment. and so to me, that's more than worth the trade-off.

[minotaurmutual]

I just. don't want to talk to people anymore, irl I mean. like outside of uni I just want to be left alone completely I don't want to be perceived I don't want to see or hear anyone I don't want to be in anyone's vicinity I just. need to move to the woods and get 7 dogs

[fyeahnix]

I just want to sit on a hot, muscular butch (Sevika)'s lap. Is that too much to ask? Damn

[mosspapi]

Semi-related but not really. Why the fuck was my heartrate 163 at 9:30 this morning. I hadn't even left the house yet and I'd only been out of bed for like. 10 minutes max.

[ardenrosegarden]

[siena-sevenwits]

:-)

[undefeatednils]

Stuff in tags, only wanna semi-scream into the void

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[bleeding-hart]

God I can't fuckin catch a break my adhd keeps pelting me with so many things to be obsessive about and my autism makes sure that if I don't interact with them I'm gonna feel like my chest is being torn out and I'm dying slowly but my adhd doesn't let me actually choose one to interact with cause it keeps bringing up the others but my autism is panicking about that because I need to have a Thing to do

I just want to like. Read, write or draw in peace. Is that too much to ask for. Five minutes

I missed having a hyperfixation when I didn't for a month or so but I forgot how extreme my brain gets about them ig they're called hyper for a reason

[chilly-lily]

okay this is like. the meanest i’ll be about this on tumblr and i do want to preface this w the fact that i also love hunter noceda. but i do have to laugh when hunter noceda fans bash on darius and call him abusive. like. were y’all not around for the insane identical camila hate early on.

hell even within the last few months i’ve seen people go through the early show and act like camila is awful up until yesterday’s lie. sometimes… characters fuck up. sometimes the show doesn’t give us all the context of a character immediately because it isn’t from their pov. obviously darius screwed up majorly in asias but like. there is absolutely zero evidence he had any knowledge of hunter’s abuse and by the logic that he did know, raine and lilith should also be responsible there. i have never in my life seen someone bash on raine over this. equally! zero evidence camila also mistreated luz back in s1! like if you’re bashing darius i just have to assume you aren’t an original camila fan bc it’s so hypocritical lmao

[lucithornz]

So Max is very much not normal right off the bat. Like I know I said he wouldn't be, but I am writing ch. 3 and he's so much worse than I thought.

Hope you all are ready for a heavier dose of Max POV

[carpisuns]

chapters: 17/21

Summary: Adrien’s favorite color used to be orange. Until Marinette.

An Adrinette fic with short, drabble-y chapters all involving the color pink

previous chapter

17. lipgloss

Marinette’s lips are bright pink.

He tries not to stare, but his eyes keep flickering down, drawn to them like a magnet.

“What are you looking at?” Her lips turn up in a teasing smile, and then any possibility of playing it cool flies out the window.

Well, whatever. He’s allowed to stare now, isn’t he?

“I like your lipgloss,” he says.

She rubs her lips together and pulls them apart with a smack. “It’s raspberry flavored.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She steps closer, closer, till her sweet, flowery perfume fills up his lungs and makes him feel dizzy. “Do you … want to try it?”

Slowly, he leans in. Warm breath spill from her pink, pink lips, mingling with his own, until she rises on her tip toes to close the gap between them.

On another day, he might have made a game of it. Pulled away at the last second with a “Hmm, maybe later” that he didn’t mean at all, just to hear her little scoff of protest. Just so she would yank him back in and he could feel her smile against his lips.

But today, Adrien can’t bring himself to joke. The girl he loves is kissing him and all he wants to do is drown in her.

His hands find her hips, and he pulls her flush against him. Her arms snake up around his neck, and even when he’s wrapped in her, he feels too far away. He presses more firmly, drinking her in, and focuses on the weight of her against him, on the warmth of her arms and the shape of her lips and taste of her raspberry lipgloss. He kisses her like it’s his last chance, like he’s running out of time, like he can hear his ring beeping and he only has a minute left to love her.

She pulls back slightly, breaths slow and heavy. Her hand is an anchor of warmth at the corner of his jaw.

“Hey,” she whispers. “You okay?”

He swallows down the panic still rising in his chest and offers her a picture-perfect smile. “I was until you stopped kissing me.”

She lets out a soft laugh that tickles his skin, and then she sinks back in. He kisses her gently this time, smooth and slow, so she can’t taste the worry crouched under his tongue. He lets her Marinette-pink bloom inside him till his heartbeat stills and his breathing slows and he feels steady in her arms again.

Later, when the sun has set and the moon is out and he’s finally said his goodbyes, he steals across rooftops underneath the starless sky. Ladybug greets him at the rendezvous point, and together they sweep through the city, moving in perfect sync.

When their patrol is done, Adrien expects her to wave goodbye, but instead she drops onto the roof, legs crossed.

“True or false,” she says. “It’s too nice of a night to go home yet.”

He laughs lightly and settles down across from her. “True.”

“True or false: you have—wait.” She leans forward, squinting slightly. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

His cheeks warm. He really should have checked the mirror before he left Marinette’s. “A little.”

She smiles. “It’s a nice color on you.”

“Um, thanks.”

“Okay, that doesn’t count as a question. Starting over.” Ladybug sits up straight, placing her hands on her knees. “True or false: you own a bunch of tacky t-shirts with puns on them.”

Adrien laughs again. “False.”

“What? Liar!”

“Milady, I’m far more fashionable than you give me credit for. I mean, not by choice, but …” He shrugs. “You know.”

The brow of her mask lifts. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s just say that my wardrobe is not exactly under my control.”

“What, your mom picks all your outfits or something?”

“My dad, actually.”

She purses her lips. “So you’re telling me you don’t have a single stupid pun t-shirt? I don’t believe you.”

“Okay, fine. I do have one. But it’s not stupid. It’s awesome. My best friend got it for me on my birthday.”

“What does it say? ‘You gotta be kitten me’?”

“No, but if you want to get me that one for my next birthday, feel free.”

She laughs, and his heart feels light. They rattle off a few more questions, and then they settle into comfortable silence, staring up at the moon.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Ladybug says. “How are things with that girl you told me about? Did you ever kiss her?”

For some reason, he blushes. Instinctively, he wets his lips, picking up the lingering flavor of raspberry.

“Um, yeah,” he says, trying to sound casual. “We’ve kissed.”

“So I assume that’s her lipstick smeared all over your face, right? Or are you just the worst makeup artist ever?”

He clears his throat. “She was … nice enough to share with me.”

“How thoughtful of her,” she teases.

Adrien tries to ignore the heat in his cheeks. “Well, what about you? I bet you’ve smeared your lipstick on your boyfriend’s face plenty of times.”

She turns up her nose. “None of your business. Unlike some people, Ladybug is totally professional and will not discuss such things with her partner.”

“Hey, you asked me!”

She flashes him a grin, and they both laugh.

“So it’s going well, then?” he asks.

“Yeah. Really well.” She hums, drawing her knees up to her chest. “He’s wonderful.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“And you?" she asks. "I take it the kissing is a good sign?”

He breathes out a laugh. “The kissing is nice. I mean, just being around her in general is nice.”

For a moment, Ladybug just watches him with a gentle smile, while a nighttime breeze rustles the ribbons in her hair.

“True or false,” she says softly. “You love her. You’re happy.”

He smiles. “True.”

“Good.”

He tilts his head. “And what about you? Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s—he’s, like, perfect.”

She looks down, dragging a finger across the patterned texture of her suit.

“But?” he prompts.

She lets out a sigh. “I don’t know. I didn’t realize how hard it was gonna be to keep secrets from him. That part kinda sucks.”

Adrien’s stomach twists. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

His tongue pokes out between his lips again, sampling the raspberry. Marinette’s kisses are still fresh in his memory, and so is the desperate, suffocating sense of distance. It doesn’t matter how much he loves her. Deep down, he knows the mask will always come between them, as long as he wears it. He’ll have to love her at arms’ length while she tries to pull him closer, and what if eventually it’s not enough? What if he has to let her go?

There’s a heavy ache deep in his chest, like an anchor hanging from his heart. It weighs on his lungs, squeezing out his breath, and suddenly he can’t bear it anymore.

“Ladybug,” he blurts.

She lifts her head.

“Do you think—do you think we could—I mean, would it be okay if—”

Her mask wrinkles over her brow. She searches his gaze, but says nothing.

His throat feels closed off. Sticky. He swallows, but it doesn’t make a difference.

He already knows what the answer will be anyway.

“Never mind,” he whispers.

She bows her head, burying her face in her knees. Then, slowly, she gets to her feet.

“It’s getting late,” she says. “We better go home.”

“Right.”

He stands and grabs the baton from his back. She catches him by the wrist, and he looks up, startled. She’s standing close enough for him to catch a whiff of her perfume, sweet and flowery. The scent is familiar, but he can’t quite place it.

“It’s going to be okay, kitty,” she says softly. “You’re gonna be okay.”

He nods, heart thudding. She leans forward to place a quick peck on his cheek, and maybe it’s just a trick of the light, but he thinks he spots a pink smudge at the corner of her mouth.

“Good night, Chat Noir.”

“Night, milady.”

She leaves him with a pink smile, the taste of raspberry still on his lips.

next chapter

[quaranmine]

everybody wish me luck in sending an email today. i have been needing to send this email for like two months. i have not sent it. i am running out of time to where it is reasonable/unscrutinized why i have not sent it. all i have to do is set up a meeting with this person. WHY HAVENT I DONE IT

[llondonfog]

🫠

[merakiui]

Not scara being even dreamier I'm going to explode he's getting so many birthday kisses 🥺

He has my entire heart in a chokehold... OTL he may claim he has no interest in knowing what becomes of the food he gifted you, but I'm sure he will spy on you to see what you do with it. And he is filled with lots of pride when you do eat it and it looks like you've enjoyed it. But then of course you would! He's a skillful chef, after all.

[chilope]

occasionally i realize that ive lost the plot and forgotten that i am not actually genuine close friends with people and have been acting too familiar and need to step off and stop saying wack shit all the time