#could have told me it was super high end and i genuinely would have believed you bc i don't know shit about phones
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actually I can now recall one time I did want a more expensive phone. my dad took me into a phone store, and asked the person what their cheapest smart phone was and he pointed that one out, but then explained it's a garbage phone and everyone that's gotten one has come back to complain about it or get some issue fixed, and he doesn't even know why they still sell it when they had a much better option that was only like $15 more. but my dad is, of course, a moron and insisted that the garbage phone would be good enough and the other one can't possibly be that much better. he thought the guy was lying to get him to spend more money or smth?? like he wasn't tryna talk my dad into getting me an iphone or some shit instead of a budget phone, he was literally just trying to talk my dad out of getting one garbage budget phone and getting a different garbage budget phone instead. but the man just knew more about phones than the person that actually worked at a phone store, so that was the phone I got.
so anyways turns out garbage phone was indeed a garbage phone, and I did long for an upgrade from the very first day I had it. but still it's not like I wanted an expensive phone or anything. I literally just wanted "anything except the absolute cheapest phone that in existence." would have been perfectly happy and wouldn't have any complaints with the other budget phone that was only $15 more.
#i dont remember the name of the garbage phone tbh just that it Sucked#i have a galaxy a32 now that my mom got me bc she got a deal thru work or smth and i thought it was rlly fancy tbh#literally just learned today that apparently it's considered a budget phone lol#could have told me it was super high end and i genuinely would have believed you bc i don't know shit about phones#as long as it just fucking works it's high end in my book
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chan- your personal knight/guard. been by your side since what feels like practically forever and has protected you against pretty much everything. You both are close but despite knowing him for so many years and being so close you realise you don’t actually know that much about him so on a walk maybe you’re just asking him random questions about him and learning more about him as a person. Somehow the conversations moved from something like his favourite colour to why he’s not settled down and without missing a beat he’s already answered because of you. Queue a love confession from your knight/guard that you reciprocate.
On a regular basis struggling with cheol and chan rot but today felt fluffy- idk i just think chan would be so sweet as your guard like him being super protective like ‘don’t pick that flower it might be poisonous let me check it’ and it’s like a dandelion or somet 😭
anyways just wanted to leave this with you and express how much I love your work!! I hope you have a good rest of your day or evening and genuinely thank you for taking the time to write on here, i truly appreciate the fact you take time out of your own day to read peoples requests and write whatever comes to mind <33
Pairing: royal!reader x bodyguard!chan
Genre: fluff
Word count: 3.1k
tags: royal au, overprotective chan, yearning, childhood au, love confessions, misunderstandings
author note: I forget how much fun fluff can be and I thought this concept was so cute also to the person requesting. I hope you like it. I love taking requests, including this one and i apprecate your kind words so much. we could all use your positivity. 💕
You remember when you first met Chan. He was the son of the Head of security that would tend to your father's every public and private safety. In a land ruled by a monarchy, these things were just necessary. You’ve been taught about the value you hold simply because of your bloodline and how you were the most precious there is, you must be protected and guarded at all costs. That’s where Chan came in.
He always claimed to be destined to take on a job much like his father, promising to protect you until the end of your days. That was a huge proclamation for an 8-year-old. He carried a wooden sword wherever he went and always had that big goofy smile on his face. It was his life goal to be strong and dependable like his father, and you believed he one day would.
That was the first and last time you saw him until he was officially appointed your personal bodyguard when he turned 18 years old. You were taking etiquette classes and studying scholarly journals of your country’s history, he trained day and night, mastering every possible martial art to exceed expectations as a protector. He was much different when he returned to you, and much stronger as well. He did not disappoint, but the light in his eyes as a child seemed to have faded, leaving a solemn shell of a man who lives to serve his master.
“Chan!”
He responds promptly. He stands by your side in an instant in proper attire, fit for both professional settings and in case he needs to be active, and meets your eyes. “Yes, your highness.”
“Bake with me.”
He blinks, “Your Highness. Would you not rather have the chefs bake something for you if sweets are what you desire?”
You stare back at him pointedly, crossing your arms, “Are you talking back to me?”
His gaze perks up at the accusation, immediately shaking his head, “No, your high—“
You laugh, doubling over at his panicked expression. “Just kidding. I wanted us to bond! No better bonding than creating delectable pastries. No objections.”
“Yes, your highness.”
He was there whenever you needed him. He never told you ‘no’ and he always did what you told him to. All done with a stone face. He took his duty seriously. He was far from who he used to be, which was probably a given, it had been around a decade. That’s when you executed a plan of action to peel away those layers, hoping to find the cute boy that childishly wanted to blindly protect you.
It was over time you saw progress, seeing him smile at every comment or the little mistakes you couldn’t help but make (you swear to him you’re normally more graceful than that) when he thinks you aren’t looking. You loved that: making him laugh. He has a beautiful smile. And the more you spent time with him, the more it feels he knows you, even bringing things you need without you even having to ask, but what was it you know about him?
“Chan.”
Right on the dot as always. “Yes, your highness.”
“Walk around the garden with me.” You take his hand before he can even answer and had him trodding beside you out of the palace.
“Please slow down, your highness.”
You practically dragged him, it was necessary given the Palace’s size.
“There is very little daylight left. We must make the most of our day. This is a royal order!” You playfully command.
“It is 3 pm, your highness!”
“Royal order!”
You walk side by side with him taking in the air, the freshly cut grass, and hearing the birds sing their sweet melody. Calling it a beautiful afternoon was an understatement. Even after living in the place you call home for so long, there is more that surprises you. “Doesn’t the sky look extra blue today, Chan?”
He softly grins. “It does, your highness.”
You turn your head, watching the smile slip out of view, “Speaking of which, what is your favorite color, Chan?”
He thinks for a moment. “Blue, actually, your highness.”
You offer him a wide grin. “That suits you very well. I’m glad I know that. How was it that you’ve protected me for so long and I never knew that?”
Chan is quiet at that, not sure how to answer.
“My favorite color is green, or was it purple?” You cross your arms in thought, a single finger tapping against your cheek, “Last week it was pink.”
“It should be yellow, your highness. You decided to wear the yellow two-piece today.”
You look down at your attire and confirm his statement, seeing the pretty outfit you properly picked out the day before with Chan. You twirl, watching how the sun reflects off the expensive fabric, “You’re right. Looks like you know me better than I know myself again, but of course.”
His eyes fill with concern. “Does that make you uncomfortable, your highness?”
“No. Not necessarily. It just feels very one-sided. You know so much about me, but I feel like I know so little about you.” You skip ahead of him and you hear his footsteps catching up.
“I apologize, your highness. I never believed it was necessary information.”
“Of course, it is. How am I supposed to trust you if I know nothing about you?” You pointed out nonchalantly.
“I apologize again, your highness. This was careless of me.”
You turn around and let him stand beside him and push him ahead, “Nevermind that. What’s your favorite food?”
He stumbles slightly but does not let the matter phase him, used to you treating him much like a companion rather than the help, “Barbeque.”
“Favorite animal?”
“Otters.”
“Favorite ice cream flavor?”
“Chocolate.”
“Least favorite thing about me?”
“Nothing.”
“Ah ha–oh.” You tilt your head. “Nothing? Seriously?”
“There is nothing to dislike, your highness, and even if there was, I could not speak out on it. However, there isn’t.”
You blink back at him dubiously, an aggressive finger pointing at his chest, “Are you lying, Chan?”
“Not at all, your highness.”
He would have no reason to lie, you thought. And like he said, if he did, he much rather not answer. You stare at him for a little longer, scanning his frame before simply shrugging and continuing your leisure stroll.
“Hmm, alright. Favorite genre of music?”
“...girl group pop.”
Your eyes widen at that, smiling from ear to ear. “No way! Which group?”
The tips of his ears cause a hue of red, spreading all across his cheeks in an instant. “Apink…”
“Ooo, how refreshing. I would’ve never guessed.”
Chan was relieved to hear such a positive and encouraging response, feeling his hairs falter just a little bit, quite enjoying your company. “It’s very encouraging when I train. They lift my spirits.”
You chortle. “That’s quite endearing of you, Chan. I feel like I’m knowing you way better already.”
“That’s a relief, your highness.”
“What else do you like to do in your free time? You spend most of the day with me, even tend to events with me, but I have no idea what you do for fun?”
He was drawing a blank. What did he do worth mentioning? “Mmm, lots of activities. Such as…”
“Such as?” You egg on.
“Such as–-horseback riding, jousting, martial arts–”
You wave the list off. “Save the pleasantries. I mean real hobbies, ones not instilled by the palace. Things that are actually fun.”
“They are fun, you highness…But I guess I do like dancing.”
You perk up once more, strutting backward to talk while facing him, “Dancing? How lovely! You must show me how you move. This instant!”
He grows flustered, knowing they were still very close to the other guards and staff in the palace. He wasn’t sure he felt about showing off his moves this publicly. “Another time, your highness. I feel rather shy at the moment.”
“Oh, but you must, you must! What do you do? Ballroom? Contemporary? Interpretive–Wha!” You feel yourself trip over a rock, falling backward in slow motion, shutting your eyes for impact, until a strong pair of arms prevent you from collapsing.
“Your highness, are you alright?”
Feeling him pull you against his chest, you stare back into the eyes of your savior. His genuine fright and concern peek through his gaze and he grips your build extra firmly. He instinctively frowns, lips quivering anxiously, sweeping your stray hairs away from your face. You naturally melt in his embrace.
You nod, sighing a breath of relief. “I am fine, Chan. Thank you.”
“Who knows what you could’ve landed on.” His gaze scans over the bed of flowers behind you, vibrant and vivacious, “they could be poisonous for all we know.”
You allow yourself to land back on your feet, turning your gaze on the same bed of flowers. “Those are dandelions.”
Chan feels redder than a tomato in August. How is he constantly embarrassing himself, he thought to himself. “Oh. Well, better safe than sorry. Your Highness.”
You chuckle, infatuated by his thought process. “You truly are something, Lee Chan. Your significant other does not have a boring life with you around.”
“I don’t have a significant other, your highness.”
“That's strange. I’d say you’re at the age to be married or betrothed. Why aren’t you?” You mention, decidedly walking side by side with him.
“Why, my work is the most important thing in my life. I do not have the time to commit myself to someone other than the royal family.”
You raise a brow, “Your father was married and had two kids by your age. If he could do it, I don’t see how you couldn’t.”
“Now, you’re sounding like my mother,” he jokes.
“She is a wise woman.”
He splays a bittersweet smile. “If I’m being honest, I’ve been given a few opportunities, but I don’t believe they can take the place of the person I hold in my heart. No one will.”
You clap your hands together in excitement. “So you are interested in dating? Tell, good sir. Who is the lucky lad or lass?”
“Someone far worthy than I’ll ever be and deserves more than what I can give them.”
You slightly shove him, finding such an assumption doubtful. “Oh please. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re handsome…anyone would absolutely be ecstatic to have you.”
Chan felt warm all over, taking your words into careful consideration, “Do you truly mean that, your highness?”
“Are you doubting a royal?” You chuckle, “I do. Tell them. I am sure they would happily return your feelings.”
He halts his steps, and you quickly follow, curious about his abrupt actions, “...You ask me why I am still unwedded and untaken. How would you feel if I said you were the reason?”
“No excuses. You can’t use work as an excuse for your lack of love life.” You wag a finger at him.
“Not like that,” He takes your hand in his, bringing it up in mid-air, thumbing over the pristine skin of your knuckles, “How would you feel if I admitted the person I hold dearest to my heart is you, your Highness?”
A gust of wind takes you by surprise, the fallen flowers and leave being picked up with it and fall around you like a picture-esque scene in a movie. Your heart pounds a million times a minute, staring back in awe at his presence, overflowing with love and sincerity, and your eyes flutter from the breathlessness you feel in your chest and throat. You stare at Chan like the first time you were reunited with him, with pure unadulterated infatuation.
“Me, you say? Well, I’d say I was surprised, flabbergasted,…flattered.”
You feel the heat of your cheeks from the back of your free hand. “And inexplicably flustered.”
You release your hand from his grasp, the lingering sensation of his hand on your skin causing you to clench and release, and your heart easily audibly through your eardrums. You look towards the ground, finding it hard to meet your guard’s eyes. “Your choice of humor is rather brass.”
“Your highness–”
“It’s supper time. I must get going. I will see you back at the palace, Chan.”
You make your grand escape, clutching your frills, shielding your face from others in the palace with your arm before heading u to your room. You collapse against the bed, clutching your burning face in a silk pillow, yelling muffled songs of your fluster, reimagining the majestic look on his face when he confessed his feelings. Deep down you knew there was truth in his words, but how could you normally react to something so abrupt from someone so…admirable.
You embrace your pillow, push down your swelling heart, and smile. Tears of bliss fall to your cheeks and you can’t help but kick your feet like an excited schoolgirl.
You find yourself making glances at Chan when you reunite at the dinner. As usual, he does not have dinner with you but he stays by you for your own protection and eats afterward once you’ve finished. He’d look as solemn as he always did in front of other people. He took his job almost too seriously, sometimes even tasting your meal with a separate spoon in case it was poisoned. You used to laugh at his old-fashioned methods of work, there was technology for that sort of thing now, but you finally understand his devotion to his service. There more to meet the eyes, you realize.
When he follows you all the way up to your room for a night's rest, you part ways. You squirm in his presence, his confession fresh in your mind. “Good night, Chan.”
You are ready to run from him until he calls out to you, hesitancy in his voice. You meet his apologetic gaze, regretful of their last close encounter. He wishes you would not see him any differently, that he was simply a lowly guard and protector to you. His feelings towards you would not have changed regardless of your reaction. He knew his place and that was by your side as a human shield.
“Please take no more than a single thought at my confession today. Do not let it diminish my utmost respect and loyalty to the royal family. Have a good slumber, your highness.”
He retreats to his quarters conveniently not too far from your chambers, standing by the door, he gestures for you to enter your room and you obliged, watching his figure disappear behind your door. You fear that the air had changed between you, and perhaps not for the better. Your sleep would be anything but peaceful that night.
“Your highness, Good morning.”
He stands tall and firm with a smile as wide as a river. He holds beside him a fairly large trunk, gripping it by the handle.
You peer at his figure in worry, and earnest fear. “What is this, Chan?”
“I’ve decided to leave the palace forever. I realize my life was being wasted away taking care of someone who could never love me as much as I love them. So, I’ve taken on a lover of the same status.”
As if by magic a common lady appears, taking him by the arm and nuzzling his nose. They look in love, happy, and a sharp pain would shoot through your heart.
“No.” You chant.
“You will never see my face again. Goodbye. Your Highness.”
“Chan, no.”
The image of their silhouette gets smaller and smaller as they walk further away. You fall to your knees in desperation. “Chan please!”
You sob in your sleeves, hands reaching out to their shirking figures until you can only hear the echoes of your pleas.
“CHAN!”
You sit up from your bed, perspiration dampening your forehead and you are flushed to the touch. Clutching your sheets, you sigh a breath of relief that was only a dream. Soon after, your doors swing open, and a panicked guard in his baby blue nighttime attire runs to claim you, “Your Highness. I’m here. I’m here.”
His strong arms wrap tightly around your frame, soothing strokes to your hair, whispering to you it’d be okay. Your hands instinctively hold on to the fabric of his clothes, squeezing the flesh underneath, drinking in his soap’s scent and noticing how pleasant and just to your taste it was. “I know.”
He pulls you away to stare back at you, scanning you for any signs of danger placed upon you.
“I’m okay,” you reassure, “just a bad nightmare.”
“What foul image betrays you to cause such a reaction? I was ready to spar with whatever evil demon tried kidnapping you.”
He must’ve been still asleep, you assume. His colorful vocabulary, wakes you up delightfully.
“I am fine. I promise. Come, I’ll walk you to the door.”
You push him out of bed, meeting the exit, while your guard’s doubts seep out of him like a fountain.
“Are you sure? Was it truly just a nightmare? Do you need new sheets? A snack to soothe you?”
“Not at all, all good, my good sir. Good night.”
You attempt to push him out completely but he holds you back from doing so, gripping the rims of the bedroom door. “I just want to assure you’re okay, your highness.”
You fall a little deep into those eyes, perceiving the truth of his word in them. It drove you insane how a simple confession could affect you this much. You brighten up your world, open your eyes, and made you feel alive, just like a person in love does. “I am. Just…don’t go anywhere. Stay right where you are.”
He gives a confused smile, his gaze softening the same way your tone does. “But your highness, you were just pushing me away a few seconds ago—“
You tug against his shirt and your lips for the first time make contact, his plush surface meeting yours seamlessly. Your hands clasp over his cheeks and neck, languidly moving them against him. You slowly process how he reciprocates, holding you to his chest tenderly, savoring your warmth, taste, and how it all excited him. The thin fabric between your body was the only thing to stop you, and the world around you simply disappeared.
Before you both knew it, you were pulling him back into the bedroom. He’d quickly follow, doesn’t leave until the following morning, carrying out what he only imagined in his dreams, even if it was only for the night. It was the matter of his duty to keep you safe, to keep you happy. And he knew he could make you happy.
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I am not sure about you but I am scared for Chenford and their future 6x6 from both the next two episode descriptions and the interview that Melissa did when she said there was a scene that was very vulnerable and emotional. I am so worried they will break up. So much Ship Trauma. What do you think?
you and me both, bestie 😭😭😭 trying to piece together what s6 has in store for us has become my new roman empire lmao. i'm sooo curious! i have loved every episode in s6 so far and from the promoting and interviews they've done it sounds like we're in for an emotional ride for the latter half of the season.
i think what currently has me on the floor sobbing aside from tim and lucy at the hospital is the fact that by the end of tuesday's episode he's there, he's got our girl, she's safe with him but from the logline of the next episode, he's gone awol. i really do think that whatever it is that pulls him away and "leaves lucy in the dark" has to be a very strong reason like whoever is coming back is someone lucy doesn't know and is not the best time for her to meet.
i keep thinking of the look on his face when he walked into the hospital room, he was so distraught like you could feel his urgency to be by her side. plus, there's no way he would willingly disappear on lucy when she needs him the most. my guess is he disappears because he genuinely believes he's protecting her, whether he thinks telling her about it will be an added burden to what she's already dealing with or her safety could be compromised if he told her? tim loves to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and i think this will be another example of that.
how they'll support each other while they're both going through individual hardships will be very interesting. i will say i'm super excited for both of their individual storylines, they both sound beautifully heartbreaking and i can't wait to see how it adds to their character development.
i personally struggle to see them breaking up at any point, the stakes are far too high to justify even a short 'break'. they've constantly reassured each other and others that no matter what life throws at them, they'll get through it. i could see something like 6x01 where one of them walks away and maybe they avoid each other for a few days because they're both equally stubborn and hurt?
i definitely want to validate that worry though like ship trauma is so real! hopefully this may help ease that a little ♡ — in this interview they discuss diving into tim's past this season and how lucy will help bring out the best in him to help him navigate it, so they'll definitely be there for one another ♡
all to say, i do think they still have more than one uphill battle to get through like they had just started to scratch the surface with the lucy being a uc conflict so they have that to continue to work through plus whatever is yet to come. i think it'll be angsty, probably a bit heartbreaking, but also really beautiful.
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Today I had an observation and evaluation with a program supervisor at my internship and it went really well!
Most notably though, afterwards during the debrief she made a comment about how I always have a super good attitude. All of my marks on all of my observations and evals have always scored me crazy high for positive environment, good rapport, good attitude, etc. She was like, "Have you always been like this? Like, were you just this bright smiling confident little boy that was friends with everyone?"
And it was just crazy to hear. I honestly kinda laughed and was like... NO. I explained my backstory a little--Truth be told I was one of the shyest people I have ever known as a kid/preteen/teen. I would make up excuses to avoid going to restaurants with friends because I would feel like I was going to throw up from the anxiety imagining ordering something. I couldn't look people in the eye, couldn't shake their hand, I was terrified to meet new people in any context. I heard the phrase "come out of your shell" 50000000000000x from teachers and other Trusted Adults. My parents were always on my case about it. I remember being like, 12 or so and my mom asked me to run into the store and pick up some milk while she stayed in the car and I just couldn't even IMAGINE a world where I would do such a thing. Like, this is such a vivid memory to me, I remember my mom was annoyed and said something like "How are you going to survive one day when you live on your own?" and I legit could. not. imagine. ever being able to buy something at a store and check it out and deal with a grocery store employee face to face. It legit felt impossible.
As an older teen I started making a really, genuine, honest, active effort to change. Slowly. Truth be told I hated how I was. The social anxiety was symptomatic of a kind of larger issue or a bunch of interconnected issues. I was the pickiest eater I knew. I had dealt with genuine psychotic episodes from around age 14. I had trouble maintaining a single friendship. I was having panic attacks so bad I would end up puking. I was extremely dysphoric and didn't want to be perceived by anyone; I knew nobody would see me as anything but a girl but I felt like I was in genuine danger if I said anything, so I just felt like I was lying to everyone, all the time. It was a lot. I wasn't happy. I made a lot of small changes. Some of these were lifestyle-related: I left public school and switched to independent study. I graduated early and started going to my community college. I got involved in clubs that interested me. But honestly a lot of them were more, like... psychological? Personality-based? More intangible things. I feel like I started engaging with some really introspective shit like
Asking myself, what am I so afraid of? What is the worst that could happen? And actually going through the motions of picturing all of those things, and how I would realistically deal with them, and also realizing that none of it was actually that bad, at all. I could manage literally any of the things I was terrified of, and a lot of the time, there was nothing to be terrified of at all.
Reconceptualizing my social anxiety as an extremely selfish, self-destructive mindset. I think this is going to sound controversial but I believe a lot of my social anxiety was born from being too obsessed with myself. Not in a positive way; I HATED myself. But I was too obsessed with how other people viewed me. I was too obsessed with how I was perceived. To the point that I was treating other people cruelly. You know that tweet that's like "I told my husband that sometimes I worry he hates me and secretly gets annoyed by me, and he said that it made him sad and he wished I wouldn't think of him that way"? Yeah. This also meant doing stuff like developing better social skills for conversing with people that centered them instead of me, like learning how to recognize social cues that didn't really come naturally, asking more questions, being more expressive/reactive, allowing other people to talk first... little things.
But also developing conviction in myself! Realizing that if someone DID think I was stupid, or annoying, or was unnecessarily rude or cruel to me, that they were the one in the wrong. Becoming more confident in knowing who I am and what I'm about, so that if someone judges me, that's on them, not on me. I don't exist for other people. I'm doing my thing authentically, and if other people can't see that, that's on THEM, not on ME.
The two nails in the coffin that buried my social anxiety six feet under for good was getting into the goth/dark alt community and transitioning. Both of these were legitimately life saving. I already loved the music, but I found myself actually wanting to be apart of the community surrounding it. I wanted to go to concerts and see my favorite bands, I wanted to go to clubs and hear the music I love played loud and dance to it. I wanted to dress up and appear Cool to the people I found cool. I literally had to get over it--And when I did go to concerts and clubs and interacted with other musicheads, they were the friendliest, most accepting people I had ever met. It wasn't even that I clicked with everyone instantly, I didn't make any long term friends overnight, but they were nice. They were understanding. They didn't judge me for being a baby bat who was literally bringing his mom to shows lmao. Being in the goth community made me love people, honestly.
And obviously transitioning was just... life saving, in every single sense of the phrase. I would not be alive or who I am in any capacity today if it weren't for transitioning, and it lifted a burden so heavy off of me that it's hard to really fully process the person I was before versus who I am today. Honestly, I almost feel like you could delete everything else and just have this post become a rant about how much transitioning and overcoming my social anxiety has a 1:1 correlation and how much dysphoria masks itself as or at least severely worsens other conditions. I'm genuinely happy now. I enjoy meeting other people. I love being seen as the man I am, navigating society and being authentically me. I think my social anxiety was inseparable from dysphoria. I think my dysphoria was genuinely deeply incapacitating in ways even I couldn't articulate or even fathom.
I did not tell my supervisor all this, LMAO. She doesn't even know I'm trans. I'm stealth to everyone in my program except higher-ups or individuals in my cohort who I've spoken with. But it just had me thinking A LOT about how far I've come. What I did tell my supervisor is, and I stand by this, that I think I'm generally considered a Likable Person™ who promotes Positive Environments™ because it's something I had to work my ass off for. It did not come naturally, and I think it's why I'm so, so cognizant of it.
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I started watching hsmtmts when s3 was still going on and while watching I tried SO hard to ship portw3ll because I would see blogs talking about Rina and how bad it is only for me to end up shipping Rina. Portw3ll was too forced. They were trying too hard with their dialogue and it never came across as natural.
I could describe Gina and EJ’s relationship as lackluster and shallow. It didn't feel genuine and much more like a filter. I don’t think the writers were taking it that serious and didn’t expect people to ship them so much (but I did because there’s a reason PWs are mostly just Rinis).
Gina and EJ’s dynamic made sense on Season 1 because it was two competitive people having a common goal. EJ wasn’t interested in Gina and Gina wasn’t interested in him. I still laugh at Gina’s complete bored face at EJ’s audition. PWs claim their romantic arc started on Season 1 but that’s very debatable. Their understudy plot only served as a way for Gina to connect with Ricky. She didn’t even care about EJ getting the role of Troy. She wanted the role of Gabriella with Ricky as Troy. And once she connected with him she didn’t care about EJ. EJ buying her that plane ticket wasn’t a romantic gesture. It was about him fixing his wrongdoings because Nini inspired him to it.
EJ and Gina were barely acquaintances. He came into 201 saying he finds them all so young and then suddenly on 205 had a crush on Gina (coincidentally when Mazzara told him to focus on other things and Gina had a fallout with Ricky). Not only did it scream plot device but it seemed like a romance that existed because they wanted to ignore their problems. Gina from Ricky and missing her mom, and EJ as a way to cling to high school and not face the choices he needed to make about college/dad.
And that could’ve been fine if it wasn’t because their writing was so uninspiring and boring. It was as if the writers were trying to force them down your throat to the point their dialogue felt superficial. Of course, everyone takes what they want from romances but they lacked so much romantic chemistry that I think the writers were trying to compensate that by the overly cliche dialogue. The differences between Ricky and Gina’s dialogue and PWs is super noticiable, while Rina is full of nuance and they didn’t need much words to convey the moment — PW felt overly exposed. Their only attempt at angst in the S2 finale was so incredible lackluster. Like, they couldn’t come up with anything better.
I’ve seen so many ships that work even as a plot device but PW just wasn’t it. People that try so hard to convince themselves they had a natural chemistry and were the “best relationship” of the show feel like they’re trying too hard because their would rather anything other than Rina (hidden by their desire to have Rini back). I’ve seen ships I don’t like where I admit their chemistry is good and they just didn’t have it.
Season 3 left in evidence that Ricky and Gina have the superior chemistry and just the overall arc always ties to them. The worst mistake the writers did was putting EJ and Gina together to push a plot point while simultaneously have Rina not interacting at all because they didn’t just work and I am a firm believer EJ worked best when his character was sassy and had an individual arc. By the end of Season 2 it felt like his only propose was being Gina’s love interest.
#hsmtmts#hsmtmts season 4#ricky porter#gina porter#ricky x gina#rina#hsmtmts rina#high school musical the musical the series#asks#anti portwell
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ESC 2023 pre-rehearsal top 37
Places 37-26
37. Ireland: I defended this as long as I could but I just can’t anymore lol. I will always defend this winning Eurosong because honestly they gave the best performance that night, so I think it is fair they won. But the song itself, while not the worst, just gets incredibly repetitive and annoying after a while of listening to it, with cheesy and unoriginal lyrics.
36. Israel: I’m just not a fan of girly bops, so it’s not surprising that I don’t like this. I’m a little sad though because at first it sounded like something I could actually get behind, but it just gets worse and worse the more it goes on lol. I love the instrumental beginning, and the verses too are actually quite mysterious and interesting. The song really loses me at the chorus and EVERYTHING ELSE most of all. Towards the end it gets crazy chaotic and the ending is weird and abrupt.
35. Belgium: thought this would never elevate itself from last place, this is progress! Gustaph definitely seems like a great, really nice guy, so that helps lol. He’s a really good singer and performer too and puts a lot into his song. I was really mad at the song originally because Chèrine didn’t win (lmao we were all so petty for no reason) but honestly it’s not even bad- it’s just not my style. But I can’t lie I’ve been jamming to it every now and then...
34. San Marino: no it genuinely hurts my heart to put them here because y’all can believe me or not but I actually know these dudes lol. Two of them teach at my music school and the singer is a student of my singing teacher. I know the guitarist personally because he’s played guitar for me a bunch of times and has also recorded and produced some Eurovision covers I did. So when they won in San Marino I was SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. And I do have to say they are as far as I know super nice cool and talented guys. But I’m sorry, I really don’t like the song lol. It’s not awful, but it’s very repetitive, the singer sounds constantly pitchy (I swear our singing teacher is amazing pretty sure this is his fault lol) and the bridge with the high note is so... what? Part of me wants them to qualify because that’d be so cool but part of me just doesn’t want this song in the final... Let’s see what they do with the staging (I have some tea but I have been told not to spill it so I will stay quiet lol)
33. Romania: I relatively enjoyed the song at first, I like this bluesy vibe and his raspy voice, but listening to it more and more it’s started sounding quite annoying and weird. The lyrics are really random. He’s super talented for his age though!
32. Poland: BEJBAH. Okay look, the studio version actually is not THAT awful- it’s not my kind of thing, but the quality is fine and it’s somehow catchy. That live performance though... Oof.
31. Italy: seems like we came back to our old bland ballad ways after the blessing that was Zitti e Buoni... again, not the worst song but so unoriginal, bland and just plain boring. I like the bridge and love his vocals though. The pre-chorus is also quite cool.
30. United Kingdom: I had it last when it first came out, but it’s honestly been growing on me. Once again, not a fan of girl bops, but this one is quite solid and catchy. For some reason this gives me hispanic vibes? Either way it’s enjoyable and the lyrics are also somehow cool.
29. Azerbaijan: similarly to Ireland, I was a huge defender of it originally but it’s been growing off me. First of all, twins make me uncomfortable lol. I’m talking identical twins that sing together- they have the same voice and it sounds like one guy’s voice being reduplicated, it’s weird and doesn’t sound good to me. But besides that they have nice voices, and the concept for the structure at least is good. The lyrics are really plain and meaningless, and factually the song ends up being repetitive and annoying.
28. The Netherlands: has been growing on me a lot honestly! At first I just found it terribly boring, but now I see that there’s a peculiar sweet sadness to it which somehow sets it apart. The lyrics are pretty, and their vocals in the studio version are good- it’s a shame they’ve been not so great live, because with a good live performance, this could really have potential.
27. Malta: this is really catchy and fun, as well as the lyrics, but it’s a bit repetitive and just... I don’t know, feels empty and a bit meaningless? It’s fun, but not much else.
26. Ukraine: honestly, one of my biggest growers this ESC season. Similarly to Gustaph, back when Tvorchi won their NF I was mad that Jerry Heil or Krut hadn’t won, and unfairly projected that onto the song. As time went by I managed to clear my head of that; also the revamp has really elevated the song imo. Now I really enjoy listening to it, it’s dark, catchy and peculiar, with good structure too. I love the verse in Ukrainian and the instrumental at the end is gorgeous.
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Leaf here again, same TWs (financial abuse mostly) and ableism tw
Hello I'm back already because today was a lot.. Right now I feel like venting mostly, it's just that a lot has happened
So basically I had a rough week already and since I'm autistic I need to have more down time than others, and I Didn't have it. Many unexpected things piling up and I got so little sleep.
My mom ended up giving me a check that covered 2 classes and I'm not surprized because they intentionally play on my panic (I had anticipated that the way they told me was on purpose to make me panic). So it's not great but I got that covered at least.
I also had some money that my grandma gave me but it didn't cover much either because these classes are extremely expensive (I'm still really grateful however). When I paid for the classes I told them to remove my father's email address, they won't send him the bills or the planned classes anymore. To be honest I don't know if this was a good choice because everything is so hard to anticipate, but they send me the documents so it should be fine.
Then I went to my driving lesson and it was awful? I didn't have enough time to prepare because like I said the week was rough so I was in pain, I coudln't mask so I drove poorly and my teacher kept criticizing me every 2 seconds. To summarize I've experienced this type of behavior since forever because I'm disabled and people refuse to believe that I'm trying.
So I ended up crying when we talked about my progress during that specific class at the end, and it was really uncomfortable. It's retraumatizing and I really hate it because I could tell I was getting better, even today because messing up is part of the process.
Then I came back and learned my other grandma was going to come over, so it was a good opportunity to ask her for hel. Even though it worked out in the end, it was such a pain to just talk to her alone. I had to ask my mom twice and be super firm just so we would be alone together.
My grandma said that they had planned to give me a lot of money after I got my driver's licence, but since I need it now and I'm responsible they already gave me everything. It's a relief although I'm not sure if it will cover everything, but I will try to leave that on the side for now because it's given me so much anxiety lately.
I suppose I'm back to the "normal" window, so things are "okay". Basically if I work my ass off and do the most people pleasing i can (since my parents disgust me and i dont like to lie), then things stay at a doable level. I suspect that my parents are doing it on purpose too, because if they were to go all out then they would lose their good image. I use that to my advantage by pretending I still believe in it and care about them - though they seem to suspect I don't believe any of it, but if they can pretend we're a great family, then I can too.
To be honest it's a bit hard to talk about this because I feel like people will call me a liar for needing help when I genuinely never know which options I have with my parents. They can always choose to have a random power trip but sometimes they do give me crumbs. That makes me afraid of being misunderstood because I do come from a "comfortable" background, but my quality of life is less than ideal. Even if they weren't abusive, there's more than meets the eye - my dad gets paid well, but he's a factory worker who didn't pass high school. If he were to get fired (which will happen eventually), he wouldn't have the same salary anymore.
Hi Leaf,
I'm so sorry about what's been going on. It sounds like you've been going through a lot recently, not only with paying for classes but also issues with your driving lesson. It makes sense how being paid or not can be a significant source of anxiety.
I wish your driving instructor could be more understanding of what you've been going through, and that they could be more mindful of how critiquing someone constantly can affect someone, as well as more constructive and compassionate ways to offer suggestions or corrections. I can understand how this experiencing was retraumatizing for you.
I can see how this might be hard to talk about. Please remember that you know yourself best and it's not other people's place to tell you what your needs are. Whatever needs you do have are valid and deserve to be respected and met. Obviously internalizing this is easier said than done especially with experiences like yours where you're made to feel afraid of being misunderstood and such.
I hope that you can find healing and begin to process everything you've been going through in a healthy way, hopefully with the guidance and mediation of a mental health professional such as a therapist, if that is an option for you.
If anyone else has any comments or suggestions feel free to add on. Otherwise I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.
-Bun
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Final Spring Update: Motus Mentis
Well, this is it, the end of my Stevens Institute of Technology undergrad art journey. Motus Mentis was a huge success! Not only were there a lot of people from Stevens but the alumni from last year came too, as well as my Mom and my friends from high school. It was definitely surreal seeing all these points of my life collide together in this one room and it made it a bit overwhelming to try and socialize because of how many people I wanted to talk to.
I'll be real, I finished the animation 30 minutes before the doors opened. I had something presentable beforehand but I felt like there were still a few things that needed to be tweaked or were missing. The morning of Motus Mentis I woke up super early to do the credits and an entire cut from scratch, that means I sketched it, timed it, outlined it, colored it, and drew in the background all the while also trying to dress and prepare myself for the exhibition. It was the cut where Dillon turned in his bed, at first I thought I didn't need it but as I kept playing that scene back over and over while working on the sound it felt like we switched between the brain room and the bedroom a bit to fast, it worked but I felt like the timing could be better. When I got to Monira I was just working on a few more timing things such as the 3 zoom-ins on the TV towards the end of the animation. I didn't like how I timed it initially and exporting those was annoying because of them being 3 separate layers that had their own image sequences. I also was able to find some elementary school background noise for the presentation memory which was bothering me constantly that this scene sounded too quiet. Anyway, I was able to make all the adjustments I wanted before the doors opened and a lot of people liked it. They said they found it funny and relatable which is a good thing since that was what I was going for. The most common question I got was how long it took me to make the animation, which you can find out from reading this blog but all of March was the actual animation part while half of January and most of February was the animatic.
What was a major shocker for me was the VHS tapes. I had almost zero confidence that this aspect of my project would be a success because of how much pushback I would get during the critiques. At most, I thought that I would have maybe 5 participants but I ended up having 27, probably even more cause some told me they only did one memory. They were also really glad that I set this up because it made the project feel a lot more personal to them, a lot of people told me that as they were watching they couldn't help but to think about what their most embarrassing and happy memories would be so it was a great way to express themself in the moment. Some of them would even come up to me and tell me exactly what they wrote, mostly they told me the embarrassing memories rather than the happy ones so I'm glad I was able to help people be less nervous about talking about this topic. And for any future Stevens students reading this, this is a great example of if you have an idea that you genuinely think will do great and believe it will tie everything together then you should fight for it despite what others may say.
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My mom recorded a few videos of the opening day.
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If you haven't already you should definitely check out Bedtime on my YouTube channel. The only difference in this version is that after the Special Thanks the card doesn't read "FEEL FREE TO STEP OVER TO THE TABLE ON THE RIGHT AND REMINISCE ON SOME OF YOUR OWN MEMORIES" and then it would loop back to the beginning.
Great way to wrap everything up.
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None of my friends or boyfriend are on Tumblr so I'm gonna ramble a bit. Feel free to completely ignore this lmao.
Something that I think about sometimes is that my boyfriend and I are over halfway through with highschool (my bf may even graduate before i do-which is super cool to me) and technically we graduate next year in 2025 (also insane to me) and we have been together for over a year now and will be 2 in October. And in September we will have known each other for 7. I cant believe how lucky I am to have him in my life and genuinely believe I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. The things that makes me all sappy and a puddle of goo though is that I love him so much and genuinely dont see and end for us, like at all. Its incredible and it occurs to me that if thats the case, we will be high school sweethearts, and I couldn't be more excited about that. If someone came up to me over a year ago and told me about him and I i think i would have had an aneurysm because i never thought he would ever like me in that way. Apparently though I was just oblivious and he had liked me almost the entire time we had been friends. At that point we had been best friends for 6 years and for 5 almost all 6 he liked me and I never saw it, i felt like a complete idiot when he told me that lmao. I feel so lucky that not only have I found someone that i want to spend the rest of my life with, but I've also found my best friend. I have a friend who I would also consider my best friend, but she doesn't even come close to my boyfriend (and if you do in fact have Tumblr...well hi lol you didn't see this, you know who you are)
Another thing is that i think i had also liked him maybe just as long but either didn't realize what I was feeling or ignored it because i thought nothing could happen. I distinctly remember thinking that I may have a bit of a crush on him ages before we even got together but at the time I was with someone else and felt extremely guilty about thinking about him like that while with someone else. I would later realize that the person i was with, i did not actually like them romantically and was only with them because I knew they liked me and didn't want to hurt them (don't do that, it only hurts both of you)
I didn't know you could post stuff privately but im to lazy to change it
#like huh????#I very much did NOT know what loving someone like this felt like before#i thought i knew but nooooooo#i was so wrong#im genuinely so happy in this relationship its crazy
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I've been amazed with how much this blog makes me feel better. When I'm done with errands and the baby is fast asleep, I have been taking the time to cry and reflect. All day long I think about Jeremiah. But it gives me a chance to cry.. I don't like to cry in front of baby Isaiah, but sometimes its inevitable during the day. He probably wonders why I'm sad all the time.
The one thing that I keep coming back to is the 'chain of events'. How one thing led to another, and all the things put together led to Jeremiah's death. Every other person I've heard from coping with suicide loss has been repeating the same question I do. Like a cave, all I can hear is my voice asking "Why?" reverberating around all the long corridors of my head and heart.
There are folks I wish I had the courage to reach out to, just to gather more information about my late husband. I was told he sent a couple texts trying to 'expose me' for the wicked person that he perceived I was right before he took his own life. Yet at the same time I was receiving texts about how much he loved me. He had a couple phonecalls with men a couple nights before, and one of the men said he was really just stressed out with work, being a father, our relationship, all that. Another guy he spoke with (ian) blames me for Jeremiah's death, and when his wife told him my side of the story I guess he didn't believe her. But I am still curious to hear his perspective since many people have told me that men have a hard time opening up to their wives.
It's for this reason that I think it would be helpful for me to lay out the chain of events that I was able to see-to fill in the blanks for others. I don't know who might read this, but it could help them see a little more of the picture, and hopefully provide just a little more closure. Because I'm finding that closure is the elusive thing I'm really after these days. But others dealing with suicide loss have described it as something you learn to live with-not something that goes away-like the soul's scar-tissue.
I'd also like to stop retelling this story in my everyday life. For different reasons it comes up, and I hear myself repeating myself. Getting really sad out of nowhere and crying, reliving all the trauma regardless of where we are. I would like to just be able to say, "it's on my blog", so we could skip over this random 'picking at scabs' sob scene next time it comes up.
Jeremiah was a very sweet person. When I met him he was either smiling or furrowing his brow over this or that spiritual topic. I loved how genuine he was with me, and serious he was about the Bible, what ' thus saith the Lord'. I saw him as a friend before we got married. It was after a soul winning marathon that I told him, "Jeremiah, I was praying for just one person to go soul winning with and I'm so grateful for you." He replied with, "I never told you this, but I was praying for a wife!" So I pretended I didn't hear him, and later phoned my mom, and we talked about me potentially seeing this guy as more than just my soul winning partner... A week later he asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
After we got married not much of our relationship changed-we were still happy and normal range. We had some highs and lows but we were still a team at the end of the day. We did get pregnant super fast-with only one month of honeymooning followed by a positive pregnancy test. But Jeremiah and I were excited for our baby, and would watch week by week videos online tracking the baby's progress.
The very first time I saw him get really mad was at his family's house for New Years Eve when we were ringing in 2022, just 3 months after we got married. It was a new level of anger that I had not seen from him, ever. His brother was rattling his cage and Jeremiah just fell into this incessant unwavering rage mode I had never seen before.
But after that, we were back to normal and I didn't see his rage again for 8 months.
***Also I want to note that he had some horrific blood pressure! ***
Jeremiah already had little trust in my parents, as my dad had asked my relatives to disregard their wedding invitations, so none of them showed up for our wedding. I thought maybe our having a baby would open the door for a good reconciliation.
So when Isaiah was born they were at our house 4 hours later. Our midwife said to have primarily skin on skin contact between me and baby, and to limit others holding him for the first 3 days. My parents came over and told us what they were going to do-they didn't ask. They kept trying to grab the baby, and take the baby into the other room so they could spend however much time they liked with Isaiah. This made us very nervous since both my parents had their COVID-19 shots, my dad had a booster too, and shedding is a thing. It was very clear very fast they didn't respect us, and they didn't respect boundaries. My mom had told me that my dad would be cooking/supplying meals while they were over but that didn't turn out to be true-Jeremiah had to buy pizza for everyone and we had to tap into our pre-made meal reserves. They had Jeremiah running around the house focusing on their requests so that I didn't have the help I needed for my early postpartum, which was upsetting since he had used up his PTO to help me recover. My dad made this his chance to tell Jeremiah that he didn't want to be called "Dad", but by his first name "Bill".
My dad also told my mom to 'not forget the laptop'. My mom came into my room, the day I just had a baby, and told me she was taking back the laptop she gave me 2 years before, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say. My parents are the type of people that spend thousands on vacations multiple times a year, and every time we go out to eat with them they spend over $300 for the meal. My dad spends some $700 a month for an aquarium consultant to come by his house to check out his one aquarium and to swap out fish/plants and talk fish with him. All this to say, they had the money to afford a new laptop. It was clear this was a divisive suggestion. Furthermore, my midwife was coming over for a checkup with the baby, so we asked my parents to come the next day a little later, more around 10am. My dad pretended like that was a big ask, and said "we'll come over whenever we please", and he turned around and walked out of the house, and my mom followed in suit, just turned around and walked out of the house.
So it wasn't going well and I realized inviting them over was a mistake. The rule was to invite folks who are coming by to support you during your healing process, and to keep stressful people away.
Jeremiah didn't know what to do. He had allowed them over our house to make space for the elusive reconciliation that I fantasized about having with my parents. But at every turn it seemed as though they were trouble. Jeremiah said, "I don't get it, if they don't like you and they don't like me, then what business do they have being around our baby?" Jeremiah mulled over what to do about my parents for hours. Later on, in the wee hours of the morning, baby Isaiah started to cry, and I asked Jeremiah for his help. He flipped out, started to yell at the top of his lungs about how much he hated my family. At this point I didn't know what to do since I had a 3 day old baby screaming and crying and my husband screaming and telling me "I don't know what I'm going to do Carrie! I'm going crazy! Your family makes me crazy!!!" and he was yelling this right next to the baby. So I was scared and tried to stand up and push Jeremiah out of the room, while I had a screaming baby in my arms. Jeremiah was in my face yelling, saying how much he hated my family and how they made him go crazy. He was also getting confrontational since I was trying to slowly/weakly direct him to the door.
I didn't know what to do, as he resorted to violence, and throwing things around the house with as much force as he could, while still yelling. I called his dad, to see if maybe talking with him would calm him down. It actually did help, and I spoke on the other line with his sisters which helped calm me down. Jeremiah then spent an hour taking apart my dad's gift-a $500 crib, and put the crib out on our driveway. After a couple hours he came into the room and reiterated his disgust for my family, and told me I had to choose: either to be his wife or to be their daughter. He wanted me to cut them out of my life completely. Since I had never seen this scarier side of him before, I was quick to agree that I would cut out my family, since I figured it would prevent my husband from 'going crazy' ever again. Jeremiah then sent a text message saying that he would appreciate if my parents wouldn't come back to our house this trip, and how it was a good idea to separate our families for the time being. My mom sent a text back saying she deleted his text off my Dad's phone so he wouldnt see it when he woke up, and she said something about how I must be irrational since I was postpartum (she was thinking I was the one deciding things). He had to resend the message and double down with her. My dad texted back that the crib wasn't Jeremiahs to return-it was Isaiah's, and they didn't return to our house. I had to cancel the plans they had made with my Aunt Sue on our behalf, since it was such an awkward time, and Jeremiah had had enough of my family that week. Well, period.
One would think that would be the end of that.
But what was my best moment in the marriage-Isaiah's birth and Jeremiah helping me through that, … that mountain-top in-love feeling was undone for me as my protector had shown me he was dangerous, since he had violent moments where he had zero self-control. I would now have to walk on eggshells to avoid seeing this side of him again.
What made things worse was now Jeremiah had changed towards me too. He was highly suspicious of me from that day forward, and didn't trust me anymore. He for the first time started saying really mean things to me, as if he had a heart change. He told me I was probably just like my parents, and would speak as though I was 'out to get him'. In the coming year for the most part Jeremiah kept that to himself, only for his suspicious narrative to bubble up whenever there was a disagreement-no matter how minor. The pastor at Cedar Hills offered couples counseling right before we left his church, so November of 2022.
We went to another church (Faith Baptist in Eureka, IL) and they spoke with us about counseling as well. Jeremiah particularly loved that church, and was seriously depressed when he decided we needed to leave due to doctrinal differences. He poured himself into work and would be gone all day and work all night. He was generally irritable. Leaving that church was definitely the beginning of his depression that lasted from April 2023 until he passed in early September 2023.
Although he was depressed, we still had mostly normal days. Him playing with Isaiah. Us enjoying dinner together. Going soul winning when he had the time to spare. Him playing accordion or piano. Random picnic dates. We were going to a new church called El Vista Baptist Church in Peoria, IL. Jeremiah just wanted to blend in and not be so involved with the church since his heart got broken from the last church. So we went to services and he enjoyed chatting with all the different people about all different topics. He was very sensitive during this time, and I remember speaking with him frequently about being so quick to anger.
We went on a family trip in June. It really seemed like Jeremiah had every intention to stay away from me. Most of the activities at the lake we did separately. He didn't even want to share the same bed.
There was this one moment at Mill Hollow (a park by the river) where half the group thought we were staying for longer than the other half of the group by the river. He claimed I was trying to cause division between his sisters and his parents since we were prepared to stay longer. In reality we thought everyone was on the same page with what time we were leaving. Literally it was a miscommunication and we left when Jeremiah told us to. His sisters couldn't understand why he was accusing me of being manipulative-anything other than wanting to stay at the river longer. I barely tried to explain that ever since his blowup after Isaiah was born he had changed. I thought it was best to keep my marriage issues to myself, and focus on having a better vacation. But even after that, when it was time to ride a go-kart, Jeremiah couldn't be bothered to join. The baby needed something from the store and Jeremiah dragged his feet to drive 5 minutes away. On the way home, Isaiah would fuss in traffic and Jeremiah would yell at me to get a handle on it. It wasn't our best vacation.
In July Jeremiah had his second major blowup. I had spent my free time for a week making FOR SALE BABY BUNNIES signs, and he drove to different places posting them. As soon as he came home I let him know that I was feeling sick. I was having really bad cramps that felt unusual-not like the ones you get with your period. (Later on, I found out I was pregnant during that time so who knows what was going on with baby at that point). He then blew up, and started ranting about how I must be sick of him, and that's why I was too sick to be intimate. He grabbed the butterfly house that our giant moth was living in and shook it in my face saying, "You love this thing more than you love me!". It was at this point I 'ran away' to the baby's room where Isaiah was sleeping, since violent erratic behavior was my worst-case-scenario signal, and I knew it was about to get worse. I locked the door and played the baby sound machine on loud since all I could hear was banging around in the living room and kitchen.
When I heard his car pull out of the driveway I checked outside for the cat and didn't see her (he had threatened earlier to get rid of her). I checked the garage and 3 bunnies were gone. I texted him that he would owe me money $200 if he intended to get rid of a bunny I bought and my birthday bunny. He didn't answer any of my calls. I went back in to the room and tried and failed to sleep. He came home and time passed. I really needed to use the restroom so I tiptoed through our dark house. On my way back I peered into the pitch black living room and imagined I saw Jeremiah sitting in the far corner in the armchair. Bad ideas of him being dead by suicide flooded my mind. His whole vibe earlier reminded me of when my brother was his age and would desperately call me when he was freaking out and thinking violent or suicidal thoughts. So instead of going with the urge to go hide in my room, I walked up to the armchair. It was spooky to see that indeed he was there, and Jeremiahs eyes were glaring at me as I shone my phone light in his face.
I sat down on the floor in front of him. I let him know that I didn't understand what he was going through, but it was clear that he was in a lot of pain, and I didn't want him to feel that way. I didn't want him to feel alone in our relationship to that point. I hugged his knees. I cried and offered to wash his feet. I was serious. He could tell. Somehow we went to his bed and cuddled... and when he was calm I asked about the bunnies and what he had done. He got sort of mad again, saying I was just worried about them and not really focused on us getting right or whatever. I just temporarily let it go. The next day Jeremiah didn't want to go to church since he thought we 'weren't good enough to go' (which is ridiculous/church is a refreshing place to be/helps you to think of others and think of what God wants for us).
Naturally I was still upset since my husband was unrepentant of his out-of-control behavior, so when he drove off to do deliveries, I went on a walk and called my confidant, Sarah Turner. After hearing my recap, she was horrified and assured me that what had happened was not normal range stuff, and her husband would never dream of saying that sort of stuff to her or doing that sort of stuff to her. She said I most assuredly needed marriage counseling. She also said I needed to get space, and find a place to go for a couple hours or a couple days. I called and texted around my Peoria friends, and no one I reached out to was able to help me in that capacity. I eventually walked home with blisters on my feet for walking around all day, and let Jeremiah know we needed counseling this time. I reached out to the McMurtry's and asked for counseling as Sarah and Nicole had suggested and they relayed they didn't have time for counseling since they were focused on their son's wedding. Since that was the case, I told Jeremiah we could table our problems until counseling was available, and he agreed.
In a couple days he apologized and admitted that he had dropped off the rabbits at different pet store locations in unmarked cardboard boxes. He said I could call around and see if they could be returned. One place had already adopted out 2 of them and the lady already had them fixed. The third place had my favorite bunny, and they mentioned how abandoning a pet like that was illegal and I could press charges on whomever had done that. I let Jeremiah know that he had technically committed a crime unawares, and he got very angry at that/went on a tangent about liberals and how they love animals more than people.
I kept having weird symptoms, so I asked Jeremiah to buy a pregnancy test. I thought I already knew what the results would be, but I was excited to see if we really were pregnant again. When I showed the positive pregnancy test, Jeremiah he did not want to believe the results. He was very reluctant to accept that we were having another baby. He was not excited with me, which made me sad. But I brushed this off telling myself that he was just pre-occupied with work or something else on his mind and not to worry.
In a week Jeremiahs family came over for Isaiahs first birthday (One month before he died). Jeremiah was not happy with spending the extra money on the party, and he showed up an hour and a half late to the two and a half hour long event.
-to be continued-
I gave Jeremiah a new accordion.
Jeremiahs car broke down.
We got a new car and were super happy taking pictures together.
jeremiah got violent
went with my parents
came back friday
saturday blow up
sunday reconciliation then blow up
i called the ambulance
police came with first responders/took me to center for prevention of abuse
jeremiahs family reached out
the terrible news
-to be continued-
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Can you make a story where Marinette doesn't come back to Dupont after the incident in Ladybug because Adrien doesn't speak up for her out of fear of retribution on his father's side...when confronted about it, he basically keeps insisting on his idea while also letting slip that he doesn't want to sacrifice what freedom he has.
This broke not only Marinette's heart but that pesky pedestal she put the model on.
So, she rebuilds her life with some effort (the akuma class doesn't make it any easier) and thrives on her new school, make some new friends and later, finds love.
Years passes and Marinette is now a successful fashion designer, growing as popular as Gabriel on his prime when suddenly she receives a surprise visit from Adrien who asks for her help because the company has become a sinking ship (which is bound to happen if Gabriel puts too much effort on his akumas rather than the company on the future)
She refuses, citing she'd rather keep her independence and how she disagrees on recent practices the company has engaged but when Adrien dares to try and use the friendship card...well, she rips him a new one about what happened years ago and how in hindsight, he didn't act that much of a friend even before that...
You can apply the salt at you own discretion but please when Marinette confronts Adrien, let all the salt out.
The aftermath is up to you and about pairings, I would like it if it could be marigami but I won't mind if you want to make it a maribat story...
Sorry if it's too long and thanks for your attention
Sorry it took so long to get to this one, work got super busy and i had like no free time to myself for a while. But here you go, hope you like it! And it wasn't too long at all! And I don't know why but the thanks for your attention at the end made me chuckle, so thanks for that, I have really needed a laugh. :)
After everything with the Ladybug sentimonster, Marinette went to Adrien to ask for help getting Lila to admit that she had lied so she could go back to school. She was sure Adrien would help her. After all, he knew she was lying and he was her friend. Surely he would help her right?
"I'm sorry Marinette. But I just can't." Marinette stood in the park, in front of Adrien, in shock. "What? But why Adrien? You know she is lying!" Adrien just doubled down, "Marinette, we have to take the high road. I am sure if we do, Lila will eventually improve on her own, and tell the truth. Then you can come back to school and Lila won't have to be hurt in the process! Besides, she still isn't actually hurting anyone." Marinette felt like she had been slapped in the face. "Adrien! She is hurting me! She got me expelled, almost akumatized! Everyone in class believed her and some are even harassing me online. I need help! I thought you were my friend? Why are you only concerned about Lila being akumatized and hurt!?"
Adrien seemed genuinely surprised by Marinette's outburst. She had always just gone along with his plan and he really didn't get why this time was different. "Because I know you are stronger than her, you won't actually be akumatized. And besides if I say something and upset her, my father will take what little freedom I have and I can't lose that!" Marinette's blood ran cold. This was the first time she was seeing Adrien, really seeing him, for who he was. And she didn't like what she saw at all.
"So you are fine with me being hurt by her lies, just so you can have some extra freedom?! I guess I was wrong. We aren't friends, not really. Goodbye Adrien." With that, Marinette left the park, her heart breaking with every step and Adrien calling for her from behind.
That night, she told her parents everything. All of Lila's lies, with proof that they were in fact lies, and how Lila had been harassing her for months now and threatening her too. She told them how the class had turned on her and how not even Adrien would defend her. After breaking down in tears, the three of them decided that Marinette needed to find a new school. They spent the next several days finding and applying to as many schools as they could. She found one school that she loved and after seeing her application and portfolio, she was quickly accepted.
Marinette began to rebuild her life, slowly but surely. She made new friends in her new class. And she already had one friend when she arrived, Kagami attended this school and was even in her class. Kagami couldn't believe what Adrien had done when Marinette told her. Kagami quickly cut ties with Adrien, and her mother approved this after she was informed of what Adrien had done.
While Marinette was trying to rebuild her life, the akuma class wasn't done with her yet. Lila kept telling them that Marinette was bullying her for getting her expelled, and the class ate up the lies. They routinely attacked Marinette online, and harassed her as often as possible. But with her new friends helping her, Marinette tuned them out. She got a new email and phone number, blocked all of her old classmates online, paid them no mind. They tried to harass her in person a few times, but they were either chased off by her parents or met with the steely cold glare of Marinette's new girlfriend, Kagami. As time went by, Marinette rebuild her life, better than before. With true friends and a real love.
Years have gone by. Marinette is now a highly successful fashion designer, with as much fame as Gabriel at the height of his career. She had outpaced the disgraced designer years ago, as Gabriel fell further and further from the limelight. One day, Marinette was in her office, waiting on her now fiancée Kagami to come pick her up for lunch. As she waited, flipping through wedding magazines and daydreaming of her not to distant wedding day, her office phone rang. "Mrs. Marinette, I am sorry to bother you, I know you were about to leave, but there is someone here to see you. Says he is an old friend of yours. Shall I let him into the office?" Marinette, puzzled by this, agreed, curious as to who it could be.
A few minutes late, Adrien Agreste walked through her doors. Marinette was shocked, but schooled her face to one of disinterest, not wanting to show that she was rattled. "Marinette! It's so good to see you. How have you been?" Marinette, not wanting to prolong this, but right to the chase. "What do you want Adrien?" Adrien jolted, not expecting such a cold greeting. "Wow, is that how you treat an old friend?" Marinette simply glared. "Adrien, I am busy, and about to leave for lunch. Either tell me what you want or leave my office." Adrien, though upset by the cold treatment, hurried to why he had gotten here. "Well, I need your help. Me and my father. Gabriel hasn't been doing well lately, and if this keeps going Gabriel will have to close and file for bankruptcy. We will lose everything! So I thought, maybe we could join our companies. Then that would give Gabriel a chance to get back on our feet and your company would be connected to one of the biggest names in fashion. Its a win for everyone. What do you say, will you help an old friend out?"
Marinette couldn't believe Adrien's nerve. She just simply replied, "no." Adrien stood frozen in shock. "No? What do you mean no?" Marinette simply rolled her eyes, standing up from her desk, and walking around to stand in front of Adrien. "First of all, I don't want to merge my company with yours. My independence is very important to me, and I will not sacrifice it. And besides, this would just hurt me. My finances would be tied to a sinking ship and would just drag me down with it. And Gabriel hasn't been a big name in fashion for years. Gabriel is old news and has been for a while. My company is actually one of the biggest names now. So it wouldn't do me any good to merge with you guys. It would only benefit you and only in the short run, with how little your father has actually been working on his brand. Besides, I disagree with a lot of your father's newest policies and I won't tie myself to them at all. So, no, I won't be merging with you and helping you out of this."
Adrien didn't know what to do. He had been so sure that Marinette would help. "Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be the best for your company, but that shouldn't be the big issue. Please Marinette. We are friends and friends help each other when they need it! Don't be so selfish!" Marinette saw red. She was infuriated with Adrien now. "Don't be selfish!? DON'T BE SELFISH!? Friends help each other?! Are you kidding me Adrien. First, we aren't friends. We haven't been for a long time, not since that day in the park all those years ago. And if 'friends' help each other, than why didn't you help me back then! I was hurting and my life was falling apart! But all you cared about was Lila. Actually you didn't care about her, you just cared about yourself and used Lila as an excuse. If either of us is selfish, it is you! And now that I have had all this time to think about it, you were never much of a friend before that. All you ever cared about was preserving yourself and getting what you wanted. And you were perfectly fine if someone else got hurt so long as you got to keep your freedom! After everything that happened, you never tried to reach out. Never tried to apologize, or check on me, or even just come clean about Lila. Not even when everyone was harassing me online and in person! The only reason you are here now is because you are in trouble again and expect me to help you out, at my expense. So no. I won't be helping some selfish person like you. Now get out of my office or I will call security!"
Adrien was in complete shock. He tried to keep arguing his case, yelling at Marinette and calling her selfish. In the end, security was called and Adrien was dragged out of her office.
After that, Marinette married Kagami and they were the new power couple of Paris. Marinette's brand, MDC became a household name and she quickly became one of the most famous designers in Paris, if not the world. A few weeks later, Marinette heard the news that Gabriel had filed for bankruptcy and was closing down for good. While a small part of her felt bad for Adrien and his family, she knew she had made the right choice. She was done bending over backwards to help people that would never help her in return.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.4 Tsukinami Shin [TRACK 5]
Original title: いつもの日常
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 4 Tsukinami Shin [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Morikubo Shoutaro
Translator’s note: Look, I actually had high hopes for Shin. He often calls out other characters on their bullshit in tokuten CDs and seems to be decently intelligent. Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly appreciate the MC forgeting all about it and thought it would be a good idea to absolutely traumatize the poor girl in an attempt to help her regain her memories. At least he does snap back to his senses during the final 2 tracks and there’s some genuinely sweet moments which await. uwu
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5
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TRACK 5: EVERYDAY LIFE
*Rustle rustle*
“Nn…Ah…Huh? This is…the balcony…? …!! Hey! Are you alright!? …Hey, wake up!”
You wake up.
*Rustle*
“Phew…Thank god. …Wait, no, this isn’t good. I don’t know how, but we ended up outside somehow. Your cold will get worse. Let’s head back inside.”
You shout.
“...!! Why are you shouting all of a sudden?”
You explain.
“Haah…? You remembered…? …What exactly? …Huh? You mean your memories have returned!?”
You nod.
“For real!? Thenーー What’s my name?”
You answer his question.
“You’re speaking the truth…But how? After you forgot everything…”
You tell him you feel better too.
“Haah…? You have to be lying when you say that your fever’s gone. Show me your forehead.”
*Rustle*
“Hm…? …!? It’s not hot…You got better? Huh? Then…Everything is back to normal!? …Ah. What the fuck!? Ahahaha…”
Shin drops down on the floor.
*Thud*
“I’m fine. My legs just gave in for a sec. What was all of that bullshit!? Ah, godーー! I said a bunch of really embarrassing stuff…!!”
You chuckle.
“Haah? What? You were happy hearing me say those things? Excuse me? Shouldn’t you apologize to me first?”
You say sorry.
“...!! That won’t do at all! I can tell you don’t actually mean it at all. Come on, take two!”
You repeat yourself.
“...! …I’d prefer for you to lower your head a little more but…Oh well. Guess I’ll forgive you this once.”
*Rustle*
“You better believe I won’t be nursing you back to health or anything next time. I won’t try to recover your memories either. I’ll just push you aside and abandon you. …So don’t you dare ever forget about me again, okay?”
You promise.
“Mmh. …Say? Look this way…”
*Rustle*
“I’ll only say this once, so listen carefully, okay? …You’re the only one for me. And that will never change. …Mmh.”
*Smooch*
*TIMESKIP*
You are cooking in the kitchen again.
“...Making pasta in the middle of the night again? You never get tired of that stuff, do you?”
You turn around in surprise.
“Hehehe…I don’t know whether to call you a fool or just slow but this isn’t the first time I’ve surprised you like this so don’t you think it’s about time you grow used to it?”
You insist that he simply caught you off guard.
“Liar. You get jumped super easily, even if you’re not focused on cooking, don’t you?”
You ask if he’s here to tease you.
“Hehe~ Exactly! I’m here to pick on you. ーー Or actually, that’s a joke. I remembered something about what happened the other day, so I came to inform you. I figured it’d be pretty sad if you never found out why you were suffering from amnesia.”
You ask Shin if he found out something.
“Yup. Nii-san actually told me about it quite some time ago. Could it be that you were watching the moon right before you lost your memories?”
You nod.
“See? I’m pretty sure it looked as if there were two moons. It’s a phenomenon called the ‘Paraselene’ and it’s quite the pesky one at that.”
You tilt your head to the side.
“Exactly. You were affected by the disease it brings forth. …If I recall correctly, it’s called the ‘Paraselene Syndrome’. It’s an illness which causes hallucinations. Since you had contracted it, I got caught up in those illusions as well. Honestly, it’s such a ridiculous disease. Ah, right, right! You’re forbidden from looking at the moon for a while.”
You protest.
“What? You can’t do that much? I bet you wouldn’t want to get sick with such an annoying illness again, do you? …Don’t worry. I’m not asking anything difficult of you. I came up with the perfect strategy which even a doofus such as yourself should be able to manage. That isーー”
Shin embraces you.
*Rustle*
“...Heh. All you have to do is keep your eyes on me instead. Easy, no?”
You nod.
“Hehe…You nodded, didn’t you? There’s no backing out now. If you dare avert your gaze, a severe punishment will await…Understood? Mmh…”
*Smooch*
ーー THE END ーー
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ML Theory: Episode 22, Finale, Ladynoir, and Everything Else
This will have rocketear and finale synopsis spoilers - be warned.
I genuinely do think that the two part finale of season 4, "The Last Attack of Shadowmoth" (which is,,, a title to say the least; more on that in a bit) is gonna be so tense for a variety of reasons.
Rocketear Analysis
We have a couple of gamechanger episodes coming up. Rocketear definitely was a gamechanger as Adrien was able to realize that Alya and Nino are aware of each other's identities with Ladybug giving them permission. And he's angry about it. He knows that Ladybug lied to him about the rules, and he also knows that her being the guardian is definitely something that has led to their relationship being affected (flashbacks to a previous s4 ep when he's like it's cool if she's the guardian, as long as their partnership isn't affected - well that was some foreshadowing, wasn't it?). Honestly, seeing that as Marinette makes all the rules now as guardian, her decisions should be able to include her knowing Chat's identity. But. Chat Blanc exists, and I think that her not telling him about it and hiding it from him is a parallel to how she wanted Alya to hide the truth from Nino (obviously this failed too - Alya went behind her back to tell Nino the truth). She knows that he'd understand if she told him and its better to tell him that he may destroy everything if they knew each other's identities than left him feeling isolated and alone and at risk for literally getting akumatized. By isolating him, she's quite literally putting the world at risk for Chat Blanc 2.0, rather than her telling him something heartbreaking and being there for him so he doesn't get hurt by Shadow Moth's intentions. I think that she'll come to realize this in the finale and learn from her mistakes.
I think that in this screenshot, we got a snippet of foreshadowing of what's to come:
I saw some people theorize that this is foreshadowing that Adrien's real identity is between Ladynoir, and while this could be general foreshadowing for the entirety of the show (Marinette is in love with Adrien, and that's why she can't love Chat Noir), I do think that interpretation could be misplaced here due to the tone of the episode. Instead, I believe that this is foreshadowing that Chat may reveal himself to Ladybug. After all, she literally knows the identity of literally every other person who has a miraculous, and is the guardian.
*Side note: It also reminds me a lot of Felix. Could be a reference to that? Not sure what my thoughts on that being, but it's just somehting that struck me.
Episode 22
In my mind, it would make most sense for Adrien to reveal himself in episode 22. We've been told by the people who make the show that since episode 22 is the 100th episode of the show overall, it will be incredibly serious. This episode may run the highest risk of Adrien being akumatized into Chat Blanc again, as tensions are definitely running high. However, another akumatization event could happen, and Chat could be left out again, making him angry. I think that him getting akumatized is more likely, however. This is because of his appearance in Sentibubbler - I think that's foreshadowing. After everything is taken care of, Chat Noir and Ladybug will get into an argument. Chat will tell Ladybug that he knows about Alya and Nino, and that he thinks she's a hypocrite. He was loyal to her, and now he's having his doubts about their partnership, because he doesn't even think its a partnership anymore. Ladybug is the guardian and has more secrets that she is keeping from him. She talks about Chat Blanc and tells him that him finding out her identity leads to basically the end of the world. Adrien is surprised that he was akumatized before. He then gets mad at her for literally hiding this from him when they could've taken precautions beforehand, and then could possibly assert that he doesn't know what else she's hiding from him. He also, at the same time, doesn't feel like he should be Chat Noir anymore if he poses that much of a risk to the world. He detransforms in front of her and gives her the miraculous. He tells her he won't be a problem again, and leaves.
Finale
Ladybug, of course, realizes her mistake and tries to get him back. However, over the course of 23 and 24, she is caught up with Alya and Nino's problems with them not hiding their secrets. Adrien is already scheduled to leave Paris for a couple of weeks with Lila, and Ladybug trying to persuade him to stay is basically one of the main conflicts of the final episode. Pair this with "ShadowMoth's Last Attack" and you've got a season finale. I think the name of the season finale, is, as always, a misdirect. There's no way Gabriel is getting all his miraculous taken away until season 5, as that's when the full reveal happens, so it seems like he'll return to just regular old Hawkie. I don't think it would make sense for him to be disarmed now and for next season's finale to have the full reveal. Here's the synopsis below so we can dissect it.
Shadowmoth's Last Attack
Having understood that if Ladybug always triumphs, it's thanks to her prudence, Papillombre (Shadow Moth) conceives a diabolical plan around a super villain endowed with the power to push his victims to take all risks. When Marinette learns that Adrien must leave Paris for several weeks with Lila, new muse of the Agreste brand, she is ready to do she is ready to do anything to stop him. How far will she go? Even to the fatal risk of betraying her secret identity for love? And will Adrien take the risk to finally stand up to his father?
Okay, so let's dissect this. What I said before adds up to Adrien leaving with Lila. It would also explain why Marinette would potentially reveal herself to Adrien, if only to get him to stay. Because she knows that he's Chat, and maybe her being Marinette will somehow influence his decision. Or, it may show him that she's finally willing to trust him with everything.
It could also allude back to the song in the movie. Since the Miraculous movie was originally intended to act as a finale to Season 5, we can take things from early development and see if they end up fitting in the narrative. In this situation I'm going to quote "Ce mur qui nous separe" (English translation: The Wall Between Us), the French song that was made for the movie when it was intended to be the Season 5 finale.
It’s strong when I see him
I want to scream on the rooftops
our love that reaches out to us
But I know that I can’t
It’s not the right moment
We have to be patient
be patient
Here's the French translation in case the translation Genius gave me was wrong:
C’est fort quand je le vois
Je veux crier sur tous les toits
Notre amour qui nous tend les bras
Mais je sais que je ne dois pas
Ce n’est pas le moment
Il faut être patients
Être patients
This part of the song is from Marinette's perspective, and the fact that she's saying that she has to wait for the right moment to actually be in love with him probably means that she knows Adrien's identity. Because why would she "know" that she can't love him? Why is it not the right moment? Why do they have to be patient? Her being Ladybug and being unable to be in a relationship may explain why it's not the right moment, but the fact that she says "our" love points me in another direction. She knows she loves Adrien, and she knows that Chat, and therefore, Adrien, loves her. But she can't tell him her identity yet. However, her knowing his identity would make sense. I remember that before season 4 started airing, a lot of the fandom wondered if Chat was going to have to reveal his identity to her because she's the guardian. After all, that would make sense. Them making it a problem over the course of the season would mean that it would have to be handled in some way. I think that her finding out Chat's identity is probably the most logical course of action, as she can't be a good guardian until she has all the information at her disposal.
There are two specific lines which I find interesting in the finale synopsis. The part where it says, "Papillombre (Shadow Moth) conceives a diabolical plan around a super villain endowed with the power to push his victims to take all risks," is particularly interesting. This could mean a couple of things. Shadow Moth could be akumatizing Felix - after all, he stopped at nothing to try and replace Adrien in order to ruin his relationship with his friends. He kissed Ladybug when she told him no. He was snooping in Adrien's things. Clearly, there was nothing he wasn't willing to do in order to get the ring back. (This whole thing is never explained either after Felix - why is the ring so important?) Maybe that will make a comeback? Or, the "his" in the synopsis where it specifies that the villain has no limits, may be referring to Shadowmoth. In that situation, it could be Lila who is again akumatized. She has clearly no limits, as she's working for Shadow Moth willingly, and likely knows his identity. This is one likely scenario. Or Shadowmoth will akumatize Adrien. He may feel detached, and Gabriel will interpret it as being sad that he's being taken away from all of his friends. Adrien is known for being quite stubborn, and having Ladybug fight Adrien's akumatized state would be season finale material. However, if he is akumatized in the finale as something else, then the Chat Blanc akumatization in episode 22 is unlikely (they wouldn't do something like that twice in a row). Of course, his akumatized state would be different than Chat Blanc because people can be akumatized into multiple different villains and Hawkie doesn't know that Adrien=Chat Noir.
The second line that I find particularly interesting is this one:
And will Adrien take the risk to finally stand up to his father?
Now, why would Adrien stand up to his father? Maybe with literally everyone betraying him, he'll find no reason to stay. He needs a constant in his life, and telling his father that he needs him to be here for him may be a step that he makes. After all, Ladybug and him are having their biggest fight, his best friend Nino told him that he finds his hero persona absolutely abhorrent, and he doesn't feel like he has a place on the superhero team. He needs someone, and he's hoping that Gabriel can be that person.
That could be one scenario, or Adrien may find out about Hawkie's basement. Now, this, could raise a lot of questions for him. While I believe that Adrien would have the normal tendency to be like "father, what the hell." He may honestly believe that this is all he has left, and therefore, will assist his father. This takes me back to the season 2 opening card.
Where is Chat Noir? With the villains.
Maybe Adrien will have his well deserved Dark!Chat Noir arc. Or maybe, he'll be a spy for the Quantic team. Ladybug and him will make up, and he'll tell her that he can spy on Hawkie for the team, and that's how they move into season 5 - with Adrien as a double agent. He will help his father in everything that he does, and therefore, get access to more information that he can share with the team. He can help establish a meeting for Hawk Moth to get caught, with evidence, by planting cameras, calling police, etc.
Honestly, I'm hoping for the latter subplot, as I don't want Chat Noir to go evil for everyone's sakes. I do think that the latter would also give him a cementable role that would logistically make sense and help establish him as an strong character, and more importantly, a valuable member of the team and Ladybug's true partner.
Or, they could go down the more simpler route, and choose Adrien to find out, be shocked, and then yell at his father for being who he is. Gabriel just assumes because Adrien is only just Adrien, he doesn't have to worry about him. He will threaten Adrien, and Adrien will stay silent in front of him, but tell the team on the side. Of course, this doesn't really mean double agent Adrien, but it still implies spy Adrien. It also still manages to make his character more relevant.
Regardless, there's a lot of different ways that line could go, and I'm excited to see where it moves on from there.
Implications on the Love Square
The love square seems entirely messed up this season. There is almost nothing going on in relation to it, especially in regards to Ladynoir, Ladrien, and Marichat. Adrienette has honestly the most action right now, especially with the reverse umbrella scene, them helping out Juleka together, etc. This leads me to think that while we'll get a lot of Ladynoir in the finale as they repair their relationship, Adrienette may be the strongest ship of the four when moving into season 5. Let me explain why.
Over the course of this entire season, Adrien has been getting closer to Marinette, and is honestly more warm with her than he has been with Ladybug. This can explain what everyone has been thinking - a reverse love square. Even if Ladybug and him make up, Chat may honestly want to go and see other people. This includes Mari. What Nino said about Ladybug finding him annoying may actually really affect him and his feelings and make him realize that he can find love elsewhere. It's also the fact that it was enunciated twice during Rocketear that Alya couldn't fall in love with someone that she didn't really know. That could lead Adrien to wonder if he really knows Ladybug, which will definitely complicate his feelings. The Kagami thing was never going to work out, so he just needs to find someone else who cares for him. He knows Marinette; he has called her similar to Ladybug - he may rebound from Ladybug to Marinette. Ladybug may realize that she messed up, and she has already shown that she is becoming more indifferent to dating Adrien, due to what happened with Luka. When she and Chat Noir fix their relationship, she may see him as the only person she doesn't have to lie to, and therefore thinks about pursuing a relationship with him. Therefore, a reverse love square would make the most sense in this situation.
If a ship were to start actually dating in season 5 - it may honestly depend on how the finale is. The two most likely ships imo are either Ladynoir or Adrienette. If Ladynoir makes up during the finale, then the barriers to them dating aren't really present, unless the Alya thing actually makes it complicated for them. Adrienette may get together, but Marinette is wary of dating because she's Ladybug. However, we all know she's weak in the knees for Adrien and will definitely say yes if he asked her out.
Therefore, I feel like this season is leaning more towards plot and character development, and while it may set some things up for season 5, it is important to pay attention at the little shifts in the square, because they are happening right in front of us.
Alya and Marinette
I wanted to be able to talk about this at some point in this theory, but since everything else is more Adrien centric, I added it here at the end. Okay, so we know that Alya is lying to Marinette about telling Nino things. We also know that Alya has bended the rules for Nino multiple times, both before and during Rocketear. This could go one of two ways: Alya telling Nino teaches Marinette that she needs to be able to trust Chat, and therefore helps her realize that she doesn't need to be so secretive and lie all the time. It could also lead to a plot where Alya basically messed up largely by telling Nino, and everything goes downhill from there. Ladybug shows Chat that they can't know each other's identities because of what happened with them. We also Nino is a bit of a blabbermouth - love his character, but he is. He told Adrien not only his identity, but also Alya's. He also told him that they know the other's identity. This is bad, and Adrien knowing definitely affects the plot later on. If Adrien ends up revealing himself to Ladybug, it is likely that she'll find out about Nino saying that, and having to revoke their kwamis. This could lead to a strained relationship with Alya. In fact, it is likely that at this point, Marinette will already have a strained relationship with Alya, as it could be revealed that Alya told Nino about Rena Furtive. This could lead to Ladybug being defensive and worried that she made mistakes, and literally just closing the Miraculous box because of it. Maybe Alya will go rogue? After all, it was mentioned in Rocketear (and I appreciate that they talked about this) how Alya was a reporter and that by extension means that her personality is one of a truthteller. Alya getting angry at Mari could definitely lead to a situation where she threatens to tell he everyone. I don't think Alya would or could do that, but anger leads to akumatization, and an akumatized Alya would not be good for anyone as her judgement would be impaired. Regardless, Rena Furtive may be a short time hero, and Mari and Alya may end the season in a fight. I don't see that being resolved in the finale, as no fight like that is mentioned in those episodes. There is also simply too much going on in the finale for it to make sense. It may be resolved later on, just like how other problems in season 3 started being solved in the beginning of season 4. Or, it could be fought out and resolved in episodes 23 and 24.
Therefore, I think that the Nino carelessly revealing his identity and Alya carelessly disregarding Ladybug's orders may lead to a plotpoint at some point where Alya and Ladybug fight. While I do think that it would be nice if Alya proved Ladybug wrong and showed that they were stronger for working together, I do not think it's likely. The show was deliberate in showing that Alya had a weakness for Nino, and has shown before that it has led to many situations where there were risks for everyone involved. Even Hawkmoth said that love and secrets don't go well together (is he talking from experience?), and I feel like that was so deliberate, but it could also be alluding to Chat and Ladybug. (Side note: it was so weird for Hawk Moth to say that, as he had no idea of the situation; regardless I do think this it's heavy foreshadowing.) Therefore, I do not think the situation that Alya has placed herself in is a situation which will have a peaceful ending.
Final Notes:
I personally cannot wait for the "Gabriel Agreste" episode. I think that the fact that we did not get it yet means that it has serious story implications. Personally, I believe it's going to explain allllll the backstory we need for the whole Bourgeois/Tsurugi/Agreste history and tell us why Emilie is the way she is right now. Of course, maybe it won't do everything, but the fact that it is named after Gabriel makes me wonder if it'll be his origins episode of sorts.
EDIT AFTER MEGA LEECH: IF GABRIEL AGRESTE REVEALS ADRIEN TO BE A SENTIMONSTER I WILL BE SO SO EXCITED BC ANGST BUT ALSO LIKE??? WHAT ABOUT THE PLOT? WHAT ABOUT THE NINE YEAR OLDS?
Chat snapping is honestly something that I cannot wait for. All of his anger has been building up over the entire season thus far, and the implications of his feelings are definitely serious for the show's plot.
I wonder if Mayura will be making a comeback at some point. While this is less relevant, Nathalie's health seems to be making her bedridden for a long time. Maybe she'll return to a similar state to Emilie? I saw theories that stated that if Hawkie gets his wish, Nathalie's life may be sacrificed for Emilie's, and idk, I think it's not likely that it'll happen, but it would be cool if it did. The ultimate payback for his actions being the loss of Nathalie.
Look at the end card of Rocketear:
He's looking at the moon, which was shown in New York to be something he does when he's sad. Also possible reference to him destroying the moon in Chat Blanc.
Kitty do be on a roof all alone without his lady :(
#nino lahiffe#adrien agreste#ladynoir#miraculous ladybug#the reveal#chat noir#marinette dupain cheng#alya cesaire#rena rouge#rena furtive#carapace#rocketear#gabriel agreste#hawkmoth#ml spoilers#alynino#alynette#shadowmoth#adrinino#sentibubbler#nathalie sanco#mayura#ml season 4#mlm#miraculous ladybug theory#ml theory#chat blanc#miraculous reveal#poor adrien :(#he really do be getting the short end of the stick here
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I Like You - SMAU*
Part 10
CorpseHusband x FemReader - Y/N
warnings: cussing
notes: uhhh,, idk where to take this series, but ima just go w the flow igs 😭 also,, i completely give up on adding the small details like the likes, comments, replies, and the times on tweets so i’m super sorry if it bothers you lmao
it’s also pretty long,, mostly writing rather than the smau, butttt i really like this one 🥺
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“When’s Rae gonna be home?” Corpse asks, playing with his hands.
“She’ll be home tonight, I just don’t know at what time. Why?”
“Uh... I- I just... I don’t know? I’m kind of nervous?”
“Corpse, Rae is your friend. But if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get a hotel room for you not too far away from here?” You suggest, 100% willing to pay for a hotel room for him if he wouldn’t feel comfortable being here with Rae here.
“I wanna stay here- with you... If that’s okay with you, of course.” There’s a slight blush on his face, it makes you smile a bit.
“Yes, I want you to stay here, too. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his plate, stacking his on top of yours, taking them to the sink.
“No, no. I can be on the couch tonight, I don’t sleep anyway.”
“Corpse, I’m not gonna have you sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch. Come on, we’ll figure something out. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods his head. You grab his hand, or more so his fingers, leading him to your room.
You turn the lights off, turning your fairy lights on instead. You tell Corpse to get comfortable, fluffing pillows for him, letting him lay back.
You know Corpse would be a bit anxious and nervous, not something you’d ever blame him for. You’re surprised you’re not being awkward or nervous. You’ve been trying your best to keep Corpse comfortable here, making sure he isn’t getting too nervous.
“Can we watch High School Musical? I have the stupid ass songs stuck in my head, childish me is coming...” You ask, not wanting to torture him with such a movie. Well, it’s not a bad movie, but you’d understand if anyone’d want to shoot themselves in the head while watching.
“Of course, baby.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach from the nickname. You sit closer to the TV, wanting Corpse to be comfortable rather than you.
Suddenly, you feel a hand around your waist. Corpse pulls you to him, letting you lay next to him. He looks at you, smiling. You smile back.
“Corpse, can I ask you a question?” He hums, indicating for you to go on. “That one time, you didn’t answer me for two days... You told me it had been because I was too ‘pretty.’ I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. Why didn’t you answer me, like for real?” You don’t ask this in a bad way either, you’re just genuinely curious.
“I- uh... I’m going to be 100% honest, Y/N, but I don’t wanna scare you away.” He says cautiously, hesitating to go on.
“Corpse, you could never. I’m too attached already.” He chuckles, letting out a sigh.
“I like you. Like, like like you... I liked you before even seeing your face, but after, wow.” Silence. Deafening silence. But honestly, you can hear your fucking smile. You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so hard in your life. “Y/N, baby, say something, please.”
“Corpse,” You look up at him, probably scaring him with your smile. “I like you, too. Like, like like you.” He chuckles, but it’s more of a chuckle of relief. If that’s a thing?
He pulls you close to him, letting your head rest on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, trying to match yours with his. You slowly drift off, your eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.
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You wake up in Corpse’s arms. He’s gently stroking your side, looking down at you with a small smile.
“Good morning,” His voice is raspier and deeper than it already is. You didn’t know that was possible.
“Good morning,” You say, yawning softly. You bury your face deeper into his chest, snuggling closer to him.
“So fucking cute.” He mumbles, softly chuckling.
After a while of just laying there in Corpse’s arms, you decide to check social media and your messages. Already, Twitter is going crazy, assuming quickly that you and Corpse are dating. It’s not anything you didn’t expect, but it’d be nice if people didn’t jump to conclusions.
You decide to tweet a good morning, feeling good about today. And sadly, very unfortunately, you decide to text back the group chat - something you’ve been dreading to do.
Corpse is there, reading the messages, but you don’t mind.
You kind of, accidentally, and very stupidly put yourself out, but it’s all good, nobody said anything besides Brooke. You all have a drunk Among Us lobby to get to.
After getting ready, Corpse getting his laptop and mic ready in another room, you join the Discord call. Corpse joins quickly after. Surprisingly, nobody says anything about you two being in the same apartment while greeting each other. You don’t doubt that someone will say something soon.
“Let’s all take a drink - to Corpse and Y/N holding hands!” Alex exclaims, clinking his glass on his mic. The rest cheer, pretending to clink their glasses as well. You sigh and laugh a bit, but nonetheless, you’re gulping down a glass of champagne.
“Alex,” You say, catching his attention.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck you!”
“Hey, hey, hey. No fucking.” Karl says, and you can hear him slap his hand to his mouth after realizing what he just said. The lobby bursts into fits of laughter, but the one you’re trying to listen for, Corpse’s. It’s silent on his end.
“Karl, how much have you had to drink?” Dream asks, slurring his words. Didn’t this game just start?
“I had like 3 beers?”
“You fucking lightweight.” You tease. “Dream, you’ve been drinking too...”
“Yeah, we might’ve pregamed an Among Us game.” He admits shamefully.
“Didn’t expect less from you two,” Rae says, adding a disappointing tone to her voice for effect. She starts the game, despite the sad protests from Karl and Dream.
Crewmate.
You pout, wanting so badly to be Imposter. You’re a good liar to say the least, and people easily fall for your sweet, innocent voice. It’s funny, pathetic even, which is why you want at least one good Imposter round.
“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets you in Nav. Dream follows behind him, Karl coming in shortly after.
“Hey, my beautiful alcoholics!” You greet cheerfully, earning groans from them both. Oh, how fun it’s going to be teasing them.
“At least she called us beautiful.” Karl says, walking out of Nav with Dream, leaving you and Corpse alone again. You get back to doing your task, connecting the ship with the dotted lines and whatnot.
“Am I beautiful?” You can hear the pout in his voice, it’s cute.
“Gorgeous, stunning even.” You say before walking out of Nav, smiling to yourself.
This round is pretty uneventful, along with the next few. But after about five rounds, you’re all incredibly drunk after playing some drinking games.
“No balls,” Rae dares. You’re Imposter this round, and Rae’s made you her personal hitman. She’s telling you to kill Karl, but he’s innocently doing his tasks.
“I have three actually.” You defend yourself, not making any sense at all.
“Three what?” Sykkuno comes in.
“Three balls,” Rae answers.
“Okayyy then...” Sykkuno drawls, leaving you two alone. Corpse comes along, the second Imposter. Oh, how convenient.
“Hey, Corpseee,” You greet, making it so fucking obvious.
“Oh my God!” Rae exclaims. You sigh, facepalming yourself. “Corpse kill Karl, Y/N kill Sykkuno.”
“Woah, since when did we become your hitmen?” Corpse backs his astronaut up.
“I’m not killing Syk!” You whisper-yell.
“Okay, then you kill Karl and Corpse can kill Sykkuno.” You can hear her shrugging as if it’s no big deal, but literally, Karl and Sykkuno are the sweetest people to you.
“No, I’m not doing it, Rae...” Corpse still hasn’t said anything. He’s watching you and Rae go back and forth, whisper-yelling even though anyone would be able to hear you.
“I’ll call you two out.”
“You’d never,”
“The emergency meeting button is looking real sexy right now.” Ugh, fuck the stupid smirk you can just hear in her voice.
“Fine, we’ll do it.” Corpse says. He goes and kills Sykkuno. You hesitate killing Karl, but he already watched Corpse kill Sykkuno so, unfortunately, you have to.
You and Corpse run away, leaving Rae to report the bodies.
After you and Corpse vouching for each other the whole round, nobody putting sus on you two because well, you sound so innocent and sweet even while being shitface drunk, you two win, earning groans from everyone in the lobby except from Rae.
“To be fucking fair, Rae had me and Corpse be her hitmen sooo, you can blame her if you died.” The lobby starts yelling playfully at Rae.
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After finally finishing streaming, Corpse comes into your room, plopping down onto your bed.
“Gosh, I’m gonna have the worst fucking hangover tomorrow.” He murmurs into your pillow, hugging it close to him. You jump onto the bed, sitting next to him, playing with his hair. He doesn’t mind, or you don’t think he does.
“It was fun,” You say, smiling to yourself. You love spending time with your friends. You can’t imagine how much fun it’d be if all of you got together in real life.
“It was,” Corpse yawns, looking up at you, smiling as you keep playing with his hair. He gets up, settling himself into your bed again, pulling you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around him, snuggling yourself closer to him.
“We should probably eat something... And get ourselves some water.” You say, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a bitch.
“I don’t wanna let go of you.” Corpse whines. You try getting up, but he almost throws a fucking tantrum. Quickly, you get out of his arms, running out of your room, giggling like a fucking maniac.
“Y/N! Please!” He shouts softly, trying not to wake Rae. He runs after you, following you into the kitchen. You run to the other side of the counter. He goes left, you go right - vice versa.
“Corpse, we need food and water.” You say, trying to grab pans out of the cupboards while he’s trying to get you. You can’t help yourself from giggling. Rae will kill you if you two wake her up.
“I wanna hold you,” Corpse pouts. Gosh, he’s going to be the death of you.
“In a sec, I can make us something real quick.” Drunk Corpse obviously equals Clingy Corpse.
“Fine,” He sighs dramatically, sitting on a stool. You grab pans from underneath the cupboards, pulling out some bread and cheese. Grilled cheese is easiest and it’ll take the least amount of time.
As you’re plopping bread into the toaster, Corpse snakes his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into your neck. There’s the slightest stubble, making you giggle.
“Corpse, I can’t cook with you on me.”
“Yes you can, I’ll help.” So stubborn...
You take the bread out of the toaster before it gets too toasted, putting it on the buttered pan.
It was a mission to finish the food to say the least. Corpse demands you eat in your room that way he can hold you. You put on The Promised Neverland, watching the TV as Corpse watches you. But honestly, you don’t mind.
You two fall asleep in each other’s arms again. And you don’t think you’d ever be able to fall asleep without being in his arms again.
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teach me about love
member: kevin
genre: fluff (preschool teacher!kevin au)
word count: 2,120
synopsis: when your brother asks you to pick up your nieces from school, you find a teacher that you find to be cuter than the toddlers there.
a/n: happy birthday to our moonlight boy, kevin 🌙
You didn’t really like kids. They were adorable, of course, but they were snotty walking embodiments of germs and you had no idea how to entertain them. They were absolutely precious when sleeping but their tantrums terrified you.
Whenever they came up to you with those bright expectant eyes, you didn’t know what to do except pet their head. Everyone around you would scold you saying that they were children, not dogs. But in your defense, they didn’t seem to mind.
To be honest, you preferred dogs over kids. They were cute all the time.
Nonetheless, you still adored your nieces. The older one, Ahyoung, reminded you of your own past self. She was shy and reserved but sought out love and attention. She constantly needed assurance to fight early signs of anxiety. The younger one, Soyoung, was the complete opposite; she was loud and outgoing. She easily made friends with everyone and adjusted well to new environments.
So when your brother asked you for a last minute favor, you were more than happy to pick them up at their preschool. Unfortunately, however, you were terrible with directions and ended up 20 minutes late.
Apologizing profusely to the staff and teachers, you made your way throughout the building to find their classroom. That was another struggle of its own.
“Auntie Y/n!” you heard two familiar voices screech. You laughed as they ran up to you and hugged your legs.
“Sorry I’m late girls,” you pouted as you squished their cheeks.
“It’s okay, Auntie! Teacher Kevin was playing house with us,” Ahyoung beamed.
“Teacher Kevin was our dog!” Soyoung giggled.
You looked up to see a male teacher sheepishly escape from the tiny playhouse. You held back a laugh, pitying him for what the girls put him through.
“I’m sorry about that,” you chuckled.
“No worries,” he smiled. “It’s my job and I love kids. I had fun playing with them too.”
“I’m Y/n,” you introduced as you held out a hand. “I’m Ahyoung and Soyoung’s aunt. I came to pick them up since my brother got caught up in a work emergency.”
“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Kevin,” he said as he shook your hand. You knew it was unprofessional to think this but he was cute. Like, really cute.
Trying to leave before your smiling cheeks could reveal your thoughts, you quickly collected the girls’ bags and helped them put their jackets on. You bid their cute teacher goodbye and happily suggested an aunt-niece ice cream date. They cheered at the idea of sweets and raced to your car.
The next week, your brother asked if you could pick the girls up from school again. Apparently they had been bugging him to have their favorite aunt come every day.
You weren’t sure if it was his flattery or if it was their sneaky plan for ice cream but you didn’t mind. As a freelancer, you had a flexible schedule. You were glad to spend time with your nieces and catch another glimpse of their teacher.
This time, you made sure to leave your house early. You ended up arriving before dismissal and watched as the kids ran around in the playground. Something about seeing Kevin’s eyes sparkle in front of them made you soft. He seemed so genuinely happy and looked at each student with honey dripping from his eyes.
Soyoung squealed as she chased after a boy who tapped her free in a game of freeze tag. She was a little confused about the rules but the effort was there.
While still keeping an eye on the children, Kevin approached you and asked if you wanted a juice box. You kindly declined, thanking him for the offer.
“You’re really good with the little ones,” you complimented.
“Ah, no, they’re the ones who are good with me,” he shyly shook his head. “I’m thankful that they see me as a fun and respectable teacher.”
“I find young kids to be difficult,” you confessed. “I don’t know how to match their level.”
“I get you. It’s definitely not easy to figure out what they want and try to communicate with them with their still-developing language skills. I’m still not great at it. I just try to improve a little more every day,” he said humbly.
He was a lot better than you who was quick to give up and run away. His words made you reflect and feel slightly guilty.
The bell chimed, making the students rush to line up in front of the door. Kevin left your side to gather everyone together and take them back inside to gather their belongings.
By now, a handful of parents had arrived and were waiting for their children. One by one, the students walked out with their matching yellow chick backpacks, excitedly running up to their guardian.
Your nieces greeted you in that high pitched shriek you loved, body slamming into your open arms. With them in your embrace, you gave them a tight squeeze before getting up and holding their hands to take them to the car.
“Wait!” you heard Kevin call out. Turning around, you were surprised to see him running towards you. When he caught up to you, he held out a book. Taking it, you read the title.
“The Body Language of Toddlers”
“I thought you might find this book useful,” his hands fumbled awkwardly, not knowing where to go. His gesture brought you a warm feeling.
“Thank you, Kevin. I’ll be sure to give it a read,” you smiled.
“Ooooh,” Ahyoung wiggled her eyebrows, making both you and Kevin blush. You ruffled her hair and ushered her towards your vehicle.
Picking the girls up from school became a biweekly thing for you. Every Monday and Friday, you would arrive ten minutes early to chat with Kevin as he told you funny stories that happened throughout the day. And when you worked with a bunch of preschoolers, there were a lot of those types of stories.
You listened as he went on about how a little boy woke up from a nap thinking he had an argument with his friend because of a nightmare he had. Kevin had to convince him that it was all a dream and that his friend did not actually steal his gummy worms and lie about it.
The way he spoke about his students was endearing. He made them sound like lovely angels even when they were cranky and misbehaving.
“We’re looking for chaperones for the upcoming field trip if you’re interested,” he cautiously brought up. “We only had a few parents sign up so we’d really appreciate any extra helping hands.”
Panicking, you stuttered about how you didn’t have the confidence to keep rowdy kids in check at a public space. He assured you that your only responsibility would be to make sure no one ran off and to accompany kids to the bathroom if they had to separate from the group.
He was a smooth talker. He somehow persuaded you into agreeing and you couldn��t believe you left the school that day after signing the form.
“Auntie, do you like Teacher Kevin?” Ahyoung asked you in the car ride back home.
“Sure, Teacher Kevin is nice,” you hummed.
“No, she means do you like like him?” Soyoung pressed.
You feigned innocence and pretended not to understand what they were talking about. They grilled you about how often you talked with him and even pointed out that he didn’t talk to other parents like that. They sure were smart-witted for their age.
On the day of the field trip, you spent a long time deciding on what to wear. You had no idea how casual you were supposed to dress as a chaperone.
You ended up choosing a simple outfit and rushed out the door to avoid being late. You had to say you were excited. It had been ages since you last visited an aquarium. And maybe the extra butterflies in your stomach were because of a certain someone you were looking forward to seeing.
Meeting Kevin outside of the school felt different. He stood out in the crowd of tiny humans. Even more so once you entered the place and you noticed that most of the visitors were families, students, or couples.
You softly smiled as you watched the kids fawn over colorful fish and gawk at sharks. It felt like you were returning to your own childhood innocence. You followed Ahyoung, who was pulling at your sleeve, to the jellyfish section where she asked you to take a picture of her with the transparent creature.
The photos came out so incredibly that you had to immediately send them to your brother. He texted back almost instantly and you scoffed when you read his message.
“Heck yeah I made that. Those are my genes right there.”
Rolling your eyes, the corners of your lips twitched up as you put the device away. You guided Ahyoung back to the rest of the group and ran into Kevin who was coming back from the bathroom with another student.
“How are you enjoying the trip so far?” he asked.
“It’s nice. Honestly not as chaotic as I thought it’d be,” you admitted.
“Oh don’t jinx it. Lunch time will be hectic,” he warned.
He was right. Between picky kids and the kimbap packed by their parents, the unwanted vegetables were flown around the picnic table. You barely managed to avoid the carrot that was flung in your direction. Unluckily, you were unable to dodge the spinach that was now tangled in your hair.
Kevin laughed as he tried to help you take it out, cracking a joke about it looking like seaweed and you looking like a mermaid dragged out of the ocean.
“He means you’re pretty, Auntie!!” Soyoung eagerly translated on his behalf. “Mermaids are super super pretty. Like Ariel, the princess!”
This raised a teasing crowd of “ooh”s from the group of preschoolers.
“Teacher Kevin and Auntie Y/n sitting in a tree,” a boy began chanting, “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
His friend made a face and screamed “ew,” making him laugh uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Kevin was trying his best to cover his burning ears. He pulled the beanie over his ears, not wanting to expose his embarrassment.
“My daddy said no boy is good enough for Auntie but I’ll tell him nice things about you, Teacher Kevin. Just specially for you,” Ahyoung proudly announced.
Awkwardly coughing, you stuffed her cheeks with another roll of kimbap. Her muffled cries of resistance were appeased with a juice box shoved into her mouth. The sweet drink diverted her attention away from you and back to her lunch.
You two were now officially shipped by all of Kevin’s students. Even the other teachers giggled as they passed by you.
By the end of the field trip, you were one of the last ones to leave. After all the other students and teachers departed from the aquarium, Kevin escorted you to the car with a sleeping Ahyoung in his arms and a sleeping Soyoung in yours.
You both carefully placed them in their car seats and closed the door after buckling their seat belts. Now that you were alone with him, you didn’t know what to say. Despite the silence, it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable.
“So have you warmed up to the idea of kids yet?” he finally asked after clearing his throat.
“The book you gave me definitely taught me a lot of things,” you nodded. “Now I’m not completely terrified of them. And seeing you handle kids comforts me.”
“Really? How so?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… you so effortlessly take care of them and I can see how much you cherish each and every one of your students. I envy that.”
“Trust me, it’s not as easy as you think it is,” he chuckled.
Silence fell between you again but you simply enjoyed his presence. You turned your head to see him already staring at you. With your eyes, you wordlessly asked if there was something he wanted to say.
“So uh tomorrow’s Saturday,” he suddenly mentioned. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his sweater and hesitated to speak up again.
“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” he blurted. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept up on your face.
“Nope.”
“Would you like to um grab dinner with me tomorrow then?”
He anxiously held his breath as he waited for your response. Biting his lips, he wondered if he had ruined things by going too fast.
“Sure. How’s 6?” you finally answered.
“6 is great. 6 is lovely. Wonderful. Perfect,” he replied with a huge grin.
a/n: calling all kevin enthusiasts aka @reverienostalgia
i also may or may not have kinda wrote my little cousins into this fic.. 👉🏻👈🏻
#the boyz#the boyz kevin#kevin moon#tbz kevin#tbz#the boyz fluff#tbz fluff#kevin moon fluff#tbz kevin fluff#the boyz kevin fluff#the boyz fic#tbz fic#kevin moon fic#the boyz kevin fic#the boyz scenarios#the boyz imagines#the boyz kevin scenarios#the boyz kevin imagines#kevin moon imagines#kevin moon scenarios
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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️
OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.
iwaizumi hajime
im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3
becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing
the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot
you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could
you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out
you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation
most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like
it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼
anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not
if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all
he’d walk you home almost every night at this point
oikawa noticing and being jealous <3
“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”
okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time
long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him
but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking
like
ever
so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate
so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year
that’s when you realize that
shit
it’s not just a crush
and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head
so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep
the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him
the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone
his texts give you butterflies
every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack
and yeah
those are all symptoms of a crush
but is a crush meant to last this long?
at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer
he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly
you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is
but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps
anyways before this becomes v nsfw
you two catch up like u had met yesterday
and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺
he walks you home
like always
and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss
it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided
but holy shit
you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed
years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved
it’s the most satisfying feeling ever
you never want to stop kissing him
but alas </3
when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily
you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself
and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”
no sir i am in love with you
when you two officiate things
he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???
like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you
but now like
people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa
or makes him uncomfortable
idk he just feels iffy
but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3
ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace
zero pda at the start of the relationship
like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team
but slowly he warms up
and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips
your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers
if anything you believe in them even more
now you watch more diligently during practice
you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)
walks home with you are so much more serene
always gives you a kiss before he parts ways
idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession
unless you invite him inside 😏
this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa
anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe
to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333
oikawa tōru
unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years
this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay
you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other
but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances
it was around the end of middle school when you two got close
cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school
and you were like !!! i’m going there too
at first he was like stop copying me 😾
you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him
he blinked 😁👍🏼
and he lost
and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”
anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with
like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!
when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless
but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!
he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do
it’s what brought you two closer together
cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him
for a full week he tried to help you come up with something
for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club
you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays
the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease
now you’ve never seen toru play properly
he’s practiced in front of you before
plenty of times
but a proper match? or a practice one?
never
so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)
it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time
thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus
you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao
it’s kinda what drew you to him more
you still didn’t really have feelings
you only realized just how passionate he is about everything
at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club
but you were having a hard time like really getting into it
so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”
he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them
you were just
so amazed
like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?
you realize how but that’s for later
overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him
he’s incredible as a best friend
he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out
granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there
also love, love, loves lazy days with you
he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch
i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher
idk why i just do
so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down
actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs
a l l songs
anyways
so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up
let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno
the one they won
idk im just choosing at random
and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey
he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME
you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????
but eventually u say yes
ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be
when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once
he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???
gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just
“you’re my lucky charm”
when he wins
after celebrating with his team
he runs over to you
and just
he kisses you
full on the mouth
it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss
you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you
despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever
“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again
oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend
always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs
deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you
but now it’s extra
makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”
makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3
anyways
yes
oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk
and now u always wear his jersey at games
(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)
(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)
what a big baby you love him
kuroo tetsurō
AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅
kuroo as ur best friend
im frothing
i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something
like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend
i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for
but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess
like his brain just stops working
so when he first met you
he thought u were so fucking hot
but that’s it
his lower body was doing all the thinking <3
so he was so flirty
and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of
and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly
ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often
you just
it’s so nice to be around him
you find it so easy to just be yourself around him
going out with him is super fun
and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take
it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great
he really channels the best student in you what a man !
i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close
because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay
so you wanted to make the most out of everything
so you’d go out with him more often
he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao
cuddling is so natural
like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way
like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest
it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you
wow the horny really jumped out in that one
anyways
you go to every single one of his games !!
cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!
you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao
the climb up to becoming lovers is so
natural?
i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together
it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable
he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you
just people watching
and then it kinda goes really silent
but
it’s not awkward??? like at all???
he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words
he’s just
enjoying simply being with you
and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are
his eyes slightly widen like
holy fuck
what the f u ck
remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play
yeah 😼
he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”
he really didnt even process he said that
you kinda
pause for a second
and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream
“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss
he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”
it is just. heaven after that
i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official
like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you
but it’s just less frequent
like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier
you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk
like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work
and it would’ve worked tbh
fate just ships you two too much
when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao
power couple of the uni
power couple of tokyo
power couple of japan
you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world
and maybe you saw it coming
but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss
anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe
end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3
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