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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - Defining Moments [3/3]
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Ceasefire | 1.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (18+)
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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.
Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, slight angst at the end, smut, handjobs, teasing, riding and creampies that are never addressed again, sub!rooster, bondage, probably very inaccurate flight info
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Eleven weeks have never felt quite so long. At the same time, the memory of seeing Bradley Bradshaw staring at you with that dopey smile still feels so fresh. In one week, classes will officially be over. Rooster will no longer be your student. It’s almost pathetic, the way you’re already miserable at the thought of not seeing his face when you walk in every morning.
Still, in this moment, he’s still here and frowning down at his flight manual. It’s a storming afternoon and the air stuff got canceled, but with Beau’s mood swings lately, class remains to be in session. You’re perched on the edge of your desk, waiting patiently for whichever one of your star pupils can answer your question first.
“Minimum total hydroplaning speed of the main landing gear tires inflated to 250 pounds per square inch is 140 knots groundspeed and, for nose gear tires inflated to 150 per square inch, is 110 knots. Ma’am.” Flipping his toothpick in his mouth and offering you a dimpled grin that proves he knows he’s correct before you tell him, Jake Seresin is a fraction faster than Natasha Trace, who sits directly behind him. It’s not the hardest question. They all should know it. It’s just the rain outside that even made you think of it.
Offering Jake a small smile and a curt nod, you open your mouth to confirm that he is once again correct. To his left, you can’t help but glance across at your favourite thing to look at in this bleak little teaching room. Only, he isn’t smiling at you.
He’s staring down at his NATOPs, brows drawn together in something between frustration and confusion. Maybe embarrassment. You can’t pretend that it isn’t your initial impulse to discredit Jake to save Bradley’s feelings — but you don’t. That’s not your job, and it’s not what you’ve worked so hard to do.
“Good work, Hangman.” You tell him calmly. Bradley doesn’t dare look up from the page. Not once. Rain pours on outside and he spends the entire afternoon glaring at the manual like he wants to rip it to shreds.
As you dismiss the class, the thought looms of this all being over soon. With just one more week to go, there are lots of decisions hanging heavy. Maybe that’s what is getting to him.
“Rooster, hang back. I need to speak to you.”
Instantly, you can tell that this was not the right move. He turns towards you, his face sullen and his eyes dark. Your brows draw together, closing the door behind the last of your students and shutting him in there with you. Alone, he remains just as closed off.
“Are you okay? — You seem kind of—“ One step forwards, you reach out for him with a gentle touch, in a way that could still be mistaken for professionalism if someone were to walk in on the two of you. But, the second your hand grazes his bicep, he shrugs it off.
“I’m fine,” He mutters, gaze turned towards the floor. His usual sunny disposition seems to have gone away with the weather. Your eyes draw into a stern squint. “Am I dismissed?”
“Dis— Okay. No, Bradshaw,” You pretend that one didn’t sting, squaring your shoulders and inhaling slowly, stepping closer so that he has no choice but to see you finally standing in front of him. “No, you’re not dismissed. If you want to start acting like this is about rank, then that’s fine by me. I want you to talk to me either way.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. His eyes dart towards the door, and then back to you. Finally, you watch him soften. His fingertips graze the inside of your palm, choosing to look down at that exchange rather than at you.
“Could you come over tonight?”
“On official Navy business?” You tease, poking softly at his ribs through the fabric of his flight suit. All you’re offered in return is a weak smile.
He links his fingers gently through yours. Slightly more incriminating, if you were to be walked in on. Still, it tugs at your heart strings as he sighs in resignation. “Please, Hyde?”
“Of course,” You tell him, giving his palm a quick squeeze. “I’ll be over just after seven.”
He has to wait for you to finish up your work before you’re able to leave. By the time you find him, he has already worked out and showered, and he has been sitting in his room wallowing for about forty minutes.
“Talk to me,” Even with his mood, there’s nothing he can do but drape his arms around your waist and tuck his head into the soft curve of your neck as you straddle his hips. “That’s what couples do.”
There’s a moment of silence, but not the same as earlier. His hands find the small of your back, tugging you closer as he sighs against your shoulder. You know that this time he’s just finding his words. It’s almost enough, having you here in his bedroom, draped around him, ready to listen.
In the meantime, you inhale the fresh scent of his cologne and turn your face towards his temple, pressing your lips to his damp curls.
“I’m just in my head about graduation,” He settles finally, curling his fingers around your hips, pulling back to look at you. “I knew I wasn’t going to graduate at the top of the class, but — I’m starting to wonder if I even deserve to be up there with all of them. You know?”
Your fingers are soft as they card through his hair, your expression much softer than it should be as his instructor. His fingers can’t sit still, pulling you closer, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
“Of course you do,” The answer comes instantly, without hesitation. It’s followed by a chaste kiss. He turns his head and sighs again, readying to protest. “You knew the answer today. Doesn’t matter if you can find it in the book before Hangman or not, you knew it.”
“How’re you so sure that I did?” He challenges, frowning back at you. As much as he wants to believe you’re telling him this because you really believe in him, there’s still a voice in the back of his head telling him that you’re just trying to pacify him by giving him what he wants to hear.
You squint back at him, smoothing your fingers through his freshly washed curls.
“Because I know you better than I know anyone in that class, I’ve flown with you,” You tell him softly. He hums as you kiss his cheek. “I know your instincts up there are better than anyone else. Even if the answer isn’t in your head right away, I know that when you’re up there, you would know what to do.”
With that, he sighs and leans his head back. His fingers flex nervously around your hips. With his eyes closed, you used the moment to catch him by surprise. He sucks in a sharp breath as your palm dips between the two of you and grinds against his cock through his shorts.
“I trust you. Up there, and down here.”
His mouth twitches slightly, his eyes softening as he tries to pull back from you. “Hyde… come on, I don’t need you to baby me.”
You smile back at him, giving a curt nod of your head as you brush your palm more firmly against him. The way his throat contracts when he’s trying not to give in to you prickles along your skin, a rush of excitement.
He closes his eyes as you lean in and suck softly at the freckle on the left side of his neck. Your lips trail tantalizingly slowly along his throat until finally he shivers at the feeling of your breath against his earlobe, “Okay. You want me to make you prove it?”
“Make me?” He breathes out, fingers balling into the fabric of your T-shirt, brows knitting together. Already, his cock is standing to attention through the fabric of his shorts.
“That’s right,” It’s a gentle coo, so soft and sweet that Bradley really isn’t expecting it at all when you tug hard at his hair with your other hand. He inhales sharply, catching your hips and pulling you against him. His cheeks flush red, his eyes blown wide and desperate. You’ve never seen a man beg without even opening his mouth before. “Close your eyes for me.”
Another thick swallow, his throat squeezing around nothing as he closes his eyes, his dark lashes brushing against his cheek.
He’s so pliant, giving himself up to your more than capable touch. Lulling him into calmness that he’s powerless to fight against as your mouth kisses at his chest, pushing at the hem of his t-shirt and helping him out of it.
“Contrary to what you might have heard from Hangman, or from Pete Mitchell,” Bradley bites at the inside of his cheek as you lick at his freshly exposed chest, nipping at his pectoral. Even with his eyes closed, he’s red and embarrassed by how hard his nipples are in the chilled room. “Being a good aviator isn’t about confidence.”
If you’re going to keep talking as you head further south, he’s going to struggle to keep listening. His hands follow you as you slip out of his lap and settle between his knees, your tongue trailing along his middle.
“Instinct is everything.”
Bradley balls his hands into his bedsheets, lips parting just slightly as you suck firm kisses into his taut abdomen.
“Lay down.” You order, and without question, he obeys by scooting back and laying down flat with his legs still over the edge and bracketing you.
“Lay back for me.” You say sweetly, he obeys. To your right, you find the brown leather belt that you’ve been eyeing. Still looped through his jeans, discarded onto the chair in the corner of the room. Rooster fidgets in front of you, waiting to feel your touch again. “You trust me, right, Rooster?”
“Of course.” He exhales, his answer instant.
You push yourself up and he peeks an eye open, watching you free the belt and turn back towards him. Your smile grows as you find him even more red-faced than before, staring right at you.
“Lift your hands and hold your wrists together for me.”
“Really?” He whispers, his voice thick. You nod sweetly, nodding for him to shift further up the bed. He complies wordlessly, pushing himself to the top of the bed and presenting his wrists for you. His eyes darken and his brows raise, watching you climb up the bed with his belt in your hands.
“Don’t pull too hard, you’ll be sore.” You warn him, looping the belt around his wrists and through the wooden slats in his headboard. He gasps softly as you pull the leather tight and guide it through the buckle.
“Fucking hell…” He breathes out, his voice an excited whisper.
After the soft leather is secured, his wrists fastened to his headboard, you take a minute to sit back and observe. He’s watching you with such abject trust, desperation and excitement all at once. His stomach is quivering with each breath, stretched tight by the way his arms are raised.
Your tongue dips out to wet your bottom lip as your fingers reach for him, walking along the length of his thigh. Leaning over him again, you dip forwards and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to be naked.” Rooster rushes out, shifting uncomfortably and glancing towards his tied hands. When his eyes flicker back to you, he breaks into a bashful smile. Your lips twitch, looking back at him.
“Okay,” You agree sweetly, reaching for the bottom of your t-shirt. He watches the way your eyes darken, filling with mischief as you pull it up just enough to expose the soft skin of your stomach, then hold it there. “You’re at a cruise altitude of 35,000 feet, how do you know how to calculate your descent?”
Three miles per distance per thousand feet in altitude. Your mouth twitches watching him do the math in his head while staring at the sliver of exposed skin under your shirt.
“35,000 minus the last three zeroes — uh, thirty-five. Thirty-five multiplied by three… a hundred and five.” You narrow your eyes quizzically as he stumbles through the math, knowing that it comes more easily to him than he’s able to tell you. You’ve not seen him personally land on a carrier, but you know he can. You know that he’s done it a hundred times over. “You’d start the descent 105 nautical miles from the destination, maintaining a speed of 300 Knots-Indicated air speed… and a descent rate of 1,500 to 2,000 feet per minute, with thrust set at idle.”
You smile back at him, peeling your shirt up and over your head. He exhales, eyes falling down to the black bra covering your tits. Forgetting himself for a moment, he moves to sit, the buckle of his belt knocking into the woods and reminding him of his predicament.
“Feet per minute,” You continue, reaching for your own belt, slipping the leather from the buckle and pausing. “If you land on the carrier right, how does the hornet hit the deck?”
“800 feet per minute.” He exhales. Your mouth twists into a grin as you pop open your belt buckle.
By the time that he has rid you of your clothes, his answers are especially fast and you’ve noticed that his wrists are growing red under the hold of the leather.
Standing on your knees, you crawl your way up your, now completely naked, boyfriend and turn. Straddling his abdomen, your naked core sits just out of his reach. His mouth falls open and a dismayed, needy sound slips out.
Having freed him of his own shorts and boxers just moment before, his cock is red and swollen, angry from the lack of attention. Settling yourself with a sly wiggle of your hips, you take his cock in both of your hands and cover as much as you can with your mouth.
Soaking his length with a generous amount of saliva, you hear his head fall back and hit the headboard as your hands start to stroke him. Long strides coat his shaft in spit, your hands twisting loosely left from right. From this way, the way you’re straddling him, you’ve got a front-row view to the way his thighs have started to tremble.
Furthering his dismay, he has a front-row seat to your soaked pussy, inches from his face, but just out of reach. Your hands are steady, just as calm and skilled as they are when you’re in the cockpit. Not too fast, just guiding him steadily closer to his orgasm. Letting your spit soak him, adding more to the mix, squeezing him firmly every now and again. Craning your neck so that you can lick and suck softly at his balls. His moans are strangled, agonizingly desperate from behind you.
When you finally decide to grace him with a firmer, faster touch, his moans are so jagged and eager that you know Hangman and Coyote must be able to hear him. The heels of his feet press into the mattress, his hips bucking eagerly into your hands.
He tugs hard at his restraints and winces behind you. With each delighted sound from your lips as they’re wrapped around him, his own voice is growing more and more strained. For the life of him, he just can’t keep still. He’s putty in your hands. This wouldn’t be the first time he has made a mess all over your hands, but today, that isn’t the plan.
“Hyde, don’t — please don’t — I’m so fucking close…”
You hum, hands already withdrawn. He writhes under you as you turn to face him.
“You can hold on a little longer for me, right baby?”
His voice is getting more strained as you squeeze your hands around his twitching cock and just as he is about to erupt you retract your hands leaving his chest huffing in frustration and near euphoria.
You shift, straddling his hips. His eyes go wide and round, lips parted as you situate yourself right over him and sink down just barely. Your soaked core just grazes him as you rock back and forth softly. His eyes follow the curve of your waist, the slight movement of your tits as you taunt him.
“Can wait a little longer for me, right?”
“Oh, fuck.” Rooster whimpers.
You lower yourself gently onto him, palms braced against his shivering chest as his tip notches into you. He gasps and turns his head towards the pillow, pulling hard at the restraint.
You lean all the way forwards, your naked tits pushing against his chest, your lips mouthing softly at his neck. “It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”
Finally, he’s fully sheathed into you, and he sighs out in relief, dropping his head forwards to rest against the curve of your shoulders.
“I still wanna see you cum,” He pants out, groaning softly as you lift up and sink slowly back down on him, digging his heels into the mattress. “If I can’t do it, I still wanna see it.”
Your mouth twitches at the thought.
“Yeah, you want to watch me get off?” You grin, kissing across his cheek and finally at his mouth. He whines softly, watching you rocking your hips into his gently, grinding yourself into him.
“You have to stop talking or I’m gonna cum.” He mutters with a stiff shake of his head, his eyes flickering up to you as you giggle above him. You purse your lips and lean forwards, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose and then sit back.
He watches, every muscle in his chest and arms constricting as he watches you sit back on his thighs, all full of him, lifting your fingers and miming a zip across your lips, and then a lock at the corner of your mouth. Finally, even though all of his focus is on trying not to bust, his lips stretch into an amused grin.
You settle back into the rhythm of bouncing on him, bracing one hand back against his thigh as the other dips between your own legs.
The angle is just right, your orgasm ebbs closer but remains just out of reach as he watches helplessly, dazed by the glow of you.
From the first day he saw you, he’d never imagined he would be as lucky as to be at your mercy like this. The thought dawns him and his hips twitch, snapping up to meet yours.
“Christ— wait, slow down, wait— oh, fuck.”
You gasp sharply as he drives himself into you just once more from below before he’s spilling hot and fast into you, groaning and gasping out loud with little regard for who might hear him.
His deep groans are music to your ears as your fingers work feverishly at your clit to keep up. His mouth hangs open, still buried inside of you as he watches you come apart in front of him, your eyes closed and your chest heaving, his name on the tip of your tongue.
Finally, you collapse forwards against his chest, lifting off of him and kissing at his neck.
“Fuck…” He breathes out.
“You feel better?” You whisper, catching your breath as your nails rake along his stomach. He hums in response, kissing softly at your temple.
He sighs in relief as you pull the belt apart and free his wrists, stretching out his arms and rubbing at the reddened skin.
“I can’t stay, Taylor’s getting dropped off home at nine.” You kiss his mouth softly, already starting to push off of his chest. He just groans and rolls onto his front, disgruntled by the idea of not having you in his bed tonight. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six?”
“Right. What should I wear?”
“A little more than you’re wearing now, preferably.”
He chuckles tiredly and considers grabbing his boxers, opting to instead just press his face into his pillow as he listens to you getting dressed again.
“Should I bring them like… a gift or something?”
“It’s a little early for bribery.”
He sighs and sits up swiftly, resting his elbows on his knees, his mouth creasing into a worried frown. “What are we going to do if they don’t like me?”
Really, there’s only one answer; you’d never put him before your kids and he knows that.
Pulling your shirt down over your body, there’s only one thing to do. You lean forwards and kiss his lips tenderly. “They’ll love you.”
Once you convince him to get dressed again, Bradley walks you down to your car. Jake and Coyote say their greetings and goodbyes swiftly and politely, not making you stop for small talk.
Then, as Rooster heads back upstairs with a reddened face and even more reddened wrists, they meet him in the living room, beaming.
”Don’t start.” He groans, trying to dismiss them and head back to his room before the ridicule starts. It’s a little late for that. It’s been a little late for that since they heard Rooster practically crying your name twenty minutes earlier.
As you return home to reunite with your children, you’re greeted with an onslaught of texts about how — to quote — ‘those idiots heard everything’. It should bother you, but the thought of Bradley all red-faced and squirming at their comments just makes you chuckle.
Meeting at a neutral place always seemed like the best option, until you’re sitting in the parking lot, staring at your kids in the backseat — feeling like you’re introducing cats. Well, it has been quite some time since your children got over their interest in scratching and biting, so hopefully this will go smoother than that.
”How are you guys feeling?” You ask them, turning in your seat finally. Dylan can see the worry on your face. Your brows are raised, your eyes are round and fleeting between them each, lips pursed.
”Yeah, fine, mom.” He offers you a polite, sincere smile. It’s the best that he has to give. He knows this means something big to you. He knows that you’ve started singing in the kitchen again, and reading Taylor the stories with the voices, laughing with him until you’re doubled over and crying.
”Do you think he likes cats better or dogs?” Taylor perks up, tucking her feet up onto the seat and quirking her head at you. Your lips twitch as your son rolls his eyes at her.
“You can ask him.” You decide, and she seems to accept this as good enough of an answer. She settles back in her booster seat, crosses her arms across her little knit sweater and smiles back at you. Poor Rooster doesn’t have a clue what he’s in for with this little chatterbox — but you know he’ll be glad to not have to sit in silence.
A beat passes as you look between their faces. They both smile back at you, for different reasons entirely.
“Okay, are we ready to go inside?”
After quick agreement, Taylor watches her shoes cast purple neon shadows across the puddles, flashing bright with each step as your heels clack across the ground ahead of her. A hand lands on her shoulder, guiding her along and making sure that she keeps up.
Swiftly, she looks up at her big brother, frowning curiously at him, ”So, do we have to call him Dad too?”
”Rooster.” You breathe out, lips stretching into a smile as you spot him walking over from his truck. He looks right past you as you wrap your arms around his neck. About five paces back, your kids are trailing you, deep in conversation. About him, no doubt.
Suddenly, his attention snaps back to you, his eyes going wide as you kiss his cheek. He untangles himself from you, aggressively platonic for a man who was begging to hold you yesterday.
“Hi.”
”Don’t be weird, they’re children, not the FBI.” You whisper to him, turning quickly as you hear the two of them approaching this. “Guys, this is Bradley. Bradley, this is my daughter, Taylor, and my son, Dylan.”
”Hello.” Bradley stiffens.
“Hey.” Dylan tries.
“You’re pretty tall. Women like that.” It would seem that you’re all caught off guard by your daughter’s comment. Luckily, it’s just enough of a surprise to make Bradley’s tight-lipped smile break into a wide-stretching grin.
He sits opposite her at the table, Dylan by his side and you opposite Dylan. She spent the afternoon with your mother and it would seem, the two of them spent their time preparing questions.
”So—“ Dylan manages to interrupt, earning himself a stern glare from the little girl who was just about to get into the favourite colours segment of her interview. Bradley turns his head and looks at your son. “What team do you follow?”
Bradley shoots a glance over at you, knowing full well that your son has been raised to be a die hard 49ers fan. He looks back to the thirteen year old and inhales— he can’t pretend to like that team, he just can’t do it—
“The Eagles.” He rushes out.
“Huh.” Dylan quirks an eyebrow, turns his head and shoots you a look. He smirks softly, bringing the rim of his Pepsi glass to his mouth. “And… how’s that working out for ya, big guy?”
Bradley’s mouth falls slack, and he looks quickly across the table for support, finding nothing but you smirking back at him and Taylor giggling in response.
“Hey, buddy, I’ll have you know—“ And once again, that seems to do the trick. That’s the straw, right before the appetizers come out, that gets Bradley really talking, and after that it just doesn’t stop.
Taylor quickly gets him onto the conversation of cats versus dogs — he seems to pass her test. Bradley turns the conversation on you, and winds up grinning ear to ear with the insight of how your children perceive you to be, how they love you. You turn the conversation on Bradley, and reveal to the children that he not only enjoys rum and raisin flavoured ice-cream, but that it’s his favourite.
The betrayal on his face after that one will keep you laughing for weeks to come. It’s almost enough for the children to change their minds about him, but he quickly gets things back on track by revealing that he once met the guy who plays Captain America on a flight.
That wins him some serious brownie points.
You know that, just as easily as he had with you, he had won them over.
He grins at you as he settles the bill — despite your insistence to split it, his nerves seeming to have finally calmed.
“Mom, why do you call him Bradley when his work name is Rooster?” Taylor asks, slipping her hand into you palm as you head for the exit.
“Because we aren’t at work right now.” You answer with a shrug, checking over your shoulder to see Rooster talking with Dylan about something behind you.
“Can I call him Rooster?” She asks, peering up at you.
“If he says you can.”
“Bradley?” She cranes her neck as she calls back to him, capturing his attention instantly. “Can I call you Rooster?”
“Sure. Either works.” He shrugs, tucking his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans, walking to catch up with the two of you.
She looks quickly back up to you, approval plastered across her little face. She gives your hand a quick squeeze and smiles.
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hihi again, if you still can, can you do one with 20 and 42 or 28 and 146 with yuta? xoxo <3
So SO sorry for the delay😭 here it is! I hope you like it❤️
20-“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
42-how have you survived this long by yourself?
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The Marriage Mission
Pairing: Secret Agent!Yuta X Secret Agent!Y/N
Summary: You and Yuta are secret agents that are paired up for a big mission, and despite hating each other’s guts, you get married..makes sense, right?
Contains: enemies to lovers shenanigans, fluff, comedy?, suggestive/smutty scenes (nothing too detailed..unless you want that later ;)), violence, gun mention, knife mention, cursing, 5.4k words (AHHH really didnt want it to be so long)
“There’s no way in hell I’m working with that bastard!” You slammed your assignment folder onto your boss’ desk.
“Come on, Haechan, this guy nearly cost the lives of four men during a mission in Tokyo, why in the world would you allow him to come here?”
Haechan stared at the folder. “Do you really think you have a say in this, Agent 73?”
You swallowed hard.
“Your last partner is in the ICU as we speak! You need every last bit of help you can get regardless of where it comes from. Now sit down!”
You immediately sat in the chair across from him. “I’ve handled almost every solo mission you’ve given me since, come on Haechan.”
“Yuta is top of his class not only in Osaka, but in the world. You should be jumping at the opportunity to work with someone like him. You’ve failed more than once and I’ve been very tempted to fire you and get you out of my hair, but you’ve got irreplaceable talent too.”
Haechan sighed and crossed his hands over the folder.
“Which is why I need the two of you to work together on this. The subject is a powerful man. We’ll need your talent and Yuta’s brains to capture him. There is no way you can do this one on your own.”
“Sir.. the guy is not that great, how do you know he won’t get us both killed and get this agency exposed? Based on the Tokyo case, I can tell that he’s erratic! He doesn’t act…rationally.”
“Is that what you read in the file..or is that what your dumbass buddies told you?”
You heard a voice echo from behind you.
You closed your eyes. “Shit.”
Haechan smiled as he looked at the man behind you. “Ah Yuta, nice of you to join us, please take a seat.”
Yuta, dressed in a tight long sleeve blue collar shirt, sits beside you. The watch on his wrist is silver and big, and he smells like lavender and mint. You hated the fact that you liked it. “It” being everything he wore. His long black hair was pulled back into a low bun so you could see his sharp facial features clearly.
“So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted..” Haechan gave you a stern glare.
“With Yuta’s knowledge of Japanese, and your beauty, grace and other talents… we can capture the subject..”
“Does the subject only speak Japanese? Wh-“
Yuta interrupts you. “No, he speaks a total of seven languages, but speaks to his henchmen in Japanese only..I’ll be able to listen in and understand exactly what he says..while you..wait, what do you do again?” He chuckles as he turns to you.
Your eyes widen. “Don’t ask me what I do, just uphold your end and don’t get us killed.”
“Well..I’ll leave you two alone to plan. Remember, I don’t give a damn how it gets done, just do it.” Haechan stands up and walks out leaving the two of you to talk.
You sigh and hold your head in your hands. “I should’ve just quit last week.”
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You and Yuta had two weeks to prepare to ambush your subject, Ren. He was a powerful cartel operator with connections that ran deep in too many cities to count and your agency needed to take him down as the police couldn’t.
You met with Yuta at a cafe. He was looking different from the first time you met him. He wore a simple T-shirt with black jeans, converse and aviator sunglasses. His hair was now in a half-up, half down style with a few strands gracing his face. His slender fingers flipped through the pages of your brief and you could help but notice how well manicured his nails were.
After about 30 minutes of silence, Yuta finally speaks.
“So..what’s our plan?” He closes the folder and sits back in his chair at the relatively empty cafe.
You look out the window and cross your arms on the table. “I don’t know..you’re the one with the brains apparently.”
Yuta chuckles before taking a sip of his iced coffee.
“I say we knock him out and drag him in, but that would be a bit..erratic, wouldn’t it?”
You smiled and leaned back into your chair.
“I’m not gonna apologize for that, I trust what my coworkers have said about you.”
“And I didn’t ask for an apology, did I?”
Yuta smiles back, his eyes glistened in the afternoon sun.
“Listen, sweetheart, I hate you just as much as you hate me. I don’t see your importance to this mission, and I really think I should do this on my own, you’ll just get in the way.”
You furrowed your brows and leaned in closer to him.
“First of all, don’t call me sweetheart. Second of all, if Haechan trusted you enough to complete this on your own, he would’ve let you. Don’t get upset with me at your incompetence.” You rolled your eyes.
“Incompetence?” Yuta chuckles. “I'm not the one who let my partner end up in the ICU.”
You grabbed the butter knife on the table and stood up quickly. You were about to hold it to his throat when he grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm.
“Ahh!” You groan in pain as you open your fist to let the knife fall.
The workers in the cafe stare at the both of you in shock.
Yuta quickly let you go and grabbed the file from the table.
You wince and hold your wrist to your chest. “You bastard.”
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get out of here.” He fakes a smile while waving to the baristas and grabs you by the arm to walk you outside.
“Try that again, and I’ll put you right alongside your buddy in the ICU myself.” He says through gritted teeth.
You pull yourself away from him.
“Fuck you!”
You walk away and head to your apartment.
Yuta laughs to himself.
“This is gonna be fun.”
———
[A few days later]
You couldn’t stop thinking about Yuta. He was a gorgeous man with a tempting voice and charm about him. Yeah, you wanted to slap him most of the time, but you liked how he handled you and returned your smart remarks like they were nothing.
You shook your head. “What am I thinking?” You said to yourself as you walked home with groceries in hand.
But you knew exactly what you were thinking, you liked Yuta..a lot.
Surprisingly, Yuta felt the same way. He was blessed and cursed with the gift to acutely observe everything in front of him. He liked the depth of your eyes and the way your hands held everything so gently. He liked the scent of your conditioner, pineapple and coconut, he guessed and was actually correct. He even liked the way you spoke to him. He had never had a partner like you, so daring, so smart, and yet so beautiful.
You stumble into your apartment with groceries in hand, but you stop when you notice that a pair of slippers are at your front door.
You quickly place your bags down and grab the gun hidden under your kitchen counter. You hold it up and walk sideways through your apartment. You don’t hear or sense any one, but someone had to be inside.
And then you hear your toilet flush.
You stand outside of the door ready to fire at whoever was inside.
“Whew..do not go in there for a few minutes.” Yuta walks out and stops when he sees you.
“Oh..hey.”
You relax your arms and hold your gun to your side. “Yuta, what the hell? How did you get in here? And what are you doing using my bathroom?! Are you insane?!”
Yuta walks by you and to the living room.
“Sweetheart, you left the window open. That’s a rookie mistake.”
“Well, I’m on the 20th floor, I don’t exactly expect anyone but Spiderman to break in. So who gave you a key?”
He looks at his nails and sits back into your couch. “No one did, I memorized the pattern on your key the other day at the cafe and made my own.”
“Yuta! That’s crazy! You can’t just do that.”
“And you can’t just lunge at my throat with a butter knife and yet, you did.” He smirks.
You scoff. “I’m not sorry about that. You’re unbelievable, I can’t wait for this mission to be complete, so you can go back to Japan and leave me the hell alone.”
You start to unpack your groceries. You didn’t notice that Yuta watched you carefully. He liked your hair, the smoothness of your skin and the way you pout your lips. For someone in this industry, you looked soft and gentle. You were too beautiful for this line of work and it frustrates him.
He clears his throat. “Speaking of the mission, any ideas yet?”
“Hmm I’m not sure, I’ve read over the file a few times and the only thing that sticks out to me is the fact that he likes to sleep with married women..it’s weird and feels unnecessary for our mission, but I’m sure we could use that information.”
“I see.” Yuta nods and sticks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.
“We could get one of his ex lovers to get him into a room, we ambush him and-“ you continue.
“No..that’s too much to risk, chances are his partners are under constant surveillance even if they are only exes.”
You sigh. “You’re right.”
“However…we could get him to fall for you..it wouldn’t be difficult.”
You raised your brows and smiled confidently. “Oh? Is it because I’m so pretty and charming?”
Yuta leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as he thought about the plan. “No, it’s because you’re easy..he’s easy too.”
You frowned and slammed your fridge door shut.
“If we pretend that we’re married, he’ll instantly feel attracted and drawn to you.”
“Ew no, next plan.” You shook your coat off.
“Y/n, we don’t have time for this, just pretend for one night.” Yuta rolls his eyes.
“I’m not doing it, there has to be another solution.”
“The best way to get a man to be vulnerable is to get him behind closed doors with lustful eyes only for you..”
“That’s not the part that bothers me, Yuta.” You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips.
“Believe me, I’m not thrilled to be married to a wench like you, but we’re getting paid for this. Plus, we already fight like a married couple.”
You bite your bottom lip and look away. “Did you just call me a wench?”
“Do you prefer “sweetheart” now?” He asks sarcastically.
“Fine, let’s do this your way and watch this mission fail. Now, get out.”
Yuta smiles widely and pats his lap. “Come on, honey, just once before your hubby hits the road.”
“GET. OUT!”
———
[The Night of the Gala]
Yuta’s mouth fell open when you walked out of your apartment. You looked effortlessly stunning in a long black dress that hugged your curves. The accentuation of your cleavage made his face turn red and he was hopeful that it was too dark outside for you to notice.
Unfortunately for him, you did. You smirked and stepped closer to him.
“Are you trying to catch flies with that mouth?” You taunted.
Yuta chuckled and his white teeth showed brightly in the night. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“You look amazing.” He whispered once you stood right in front of him.
“I know. Now are you gonna open the door like a fine gentleman,…husband?”
Yuta put his hands in the pockets of his black tuxedo and nodded.
“Yes, but one more thing..”
You looked down as he took his hand in yours.
He then revealed a gold ring with a stunning sapphire colored stone in the center. It wasn’t too big nor too small, it was just right.
Your eyes widened. “Wh-where did you get this?”
Yuta only smiled softly as he placed it onto your ring finger.
“And how is it a perfect fit?”
“Sweetheart I’m a trained secret agent, you don’t think I could guess your size?”
He teased you by glancing at your cleavage.
“Ugh..why do I even bother?” You shook your head.
“And it’s my grandmother’s..”
You gasped.
“Oh no..Yuta I cant..”
“But I want you to…” he looked into your eyes as his voice deepened.
“Just for tonight, sweetheart, let’s make it official.”
You swallowed hard and watched as he opened the door to the limo.
While in the limo, Yuta looked out of the window to avoid staring at you. He could watch you all night. Your face feels warm as you stare at the ring and think of how he looked at you with desire in his eyes.
You startled him when you intertwined your fingers with his.
He quickly turned to you. "w-what are you doing?"
"Just practicing.." you smiled and Yuta could feel himself falling more and more in love with you. He stares at your lips donning a red shade that compliments your skin tone.
He then looks away and continues to hold your hand. “I think it’s because you’re nervous.”
You scoff. “Ugh, you’re the worst. Just be thankful I’m even touching you right now.”
After about 20 minutes, you arrived at the gala. You got out of the limo and nudged Yuta’s side.
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you” you try to say menacingly, but Yuta can’t take you seriously.
“Good one sweetheart, kill me when I’m already dead.” Yuta smirks before kissing you. You’re stunned at first, maybe even frightened. His eyes were closed and you realized that this was part of the mission.
You quickly closed yours as well and turned your head. He was a good kisser, great even. He held your face gently in his hands and deepened the kiss. You expected him to pull away, but he only held you close.
It felt like you both had been waiting centuries for this and didn’t want to stop. But after a few long seconds, he lets you go and looks into your eyes before smiling.
“Just practicing...Your lipstick is still intact so that’s good.”
You nod and blink rapidly before heading inside.
———
While at the gala, you easily spot Ren and work your way towards him together with your arms locked around each other.
Ren’s eyes quickly fall onto yours as you pretend to walk by.
“Hi, who are you? I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
He stops a conversation with him and three other men just to acknowledge your presence.
“Oh…hi, my name is Athena..and this is my husband, Kento.” You smile and tug Yuta closer to you.
Ren smiles, but his eyes are still stuck on you.
“Oh? Married? What a lucky man.” He chuckles.
“Yes, well, if you’ll excuse me, I must find the washroom.” Yuta steps away, leaving you to complete the first part of the mission: Seduce Ren.
And within just a few minutes, it works. The men Ren was speaking with before you came by, walked away and joined the rest of the party, leaving you and Ren alone to flirt.
“You’re so beautiful, I’d love to take you out sometime.”
You bat your eyelashes and smile. “Thank you, sir, I’d love that, but more than ever, I’d love to go somewhere a bit more quiet than here.” You look up at him with wide eyes. Ren was about 6’3 and fit, his stature was intimidating, but you knew he had no idea who you really were so you just had to keep going.
Ren takes your hand and kisses it. “Of course..I’ll show you my art collection, if that’s alright with you..”
Ren takes you to the west wing of the mansion. You studied a blueprint of his home and knew that his master bedroom was just a floor above the art room, he clearly planned to take you there after.
You and Ren spoke for nearly 30 minutes in the art room about the history of the pieces and your lives as well. You pretended to be a stay at home wife who was unhappy with her husband, while Ren pretended to be an auctioneer. You both lied, but only one of you actually knew that.
“Well, I suppose that’s enough for tonight..” Ren steps toward the entry way with your hand in his.
“Ren..I would really like..to spend more time with you.” You step closer to him.
He watches your lips and lowers his head so that he may kiss them, you close your eyes and get ready for it, but then—
“Oh! There you are!” Yuta speeds towards the two of you.
You stare at him in shock.
“I was looking for you everywhere, but this mansion is just so big ha ha!”
Yuta takes your hand.
Ren nearly tugs you back towards him, but lets you go as to not cause a scene.
“I was able to show your wife what I thought was some of the finest pieces to ever be created by man, but I discovered that she is in fact the most beautiful art in the world. She’s priceless.”
You blink rapidly and watch Ren blush. Was he really falling for you?
Yuta pulls you closer to his side and looks into your eyes. You look back at him.
“Yes..I know, she is truly the prettiest sight.”
And for a moment, you sense sincerity in his tone.
“I must get going..Athena, I hope to see you again later.” Ren smiles and walks away as Yuta takes you by the hand and kisses it.
He was jealous and couldn’t hide it for longer than he did.
Confused, you lock eyes with him again, this time forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. You could see the envious glare in his eyes. He’s captivating in his tuxedo with his hair pulled back, a strand dangling in front of his forehead perfectly.
You pull him to a bathroom upstairs and scold him for nearly messing up the mission.
“You nearly fucked up the mission! We have to get close to him even if that means seducing him, Yuta! This was the plan!”
“Shhh..” he places a finger over your lips, your face softens as you fall into the wall behind you gently. Yuta steps forward, looking down on you as you gaze up at him in confusion.
“The man sees thousands of women every week..are you sure you’re ready for him? What makes you worthy of his time?” Yuta smirks.
You cower and begin to stutter.
“I-I’m a woman, a beautiful woman actually, it’s not that difficult. He was already falling for me.”
Yuta scoffs and looks at your neck. “The good thing is, you smell good..but what are you wearing underneath this..if anything?”
Your eyes widen and you push him off of you. “What kind of shit are you trying to pull right now? And why are you so jealous?”
Yuta smiles and turns to you. “Hey. I just wanna make sure you’re able to really “wow” the man…because if you don’t, this mission will fail.”
He crosses his arms and leans onto the wall.
You roll your eyes. “Fine..I’ll show you what I’m wearing.”
Yuta smiles and nods.
“…that way you’ll be mad as hell while I’m with him and not you.”
His smile falters slightly at your statement.
You zip your dress down as you walk towards Yuta slowly, watching his eyes trace over your shoulders and then your curves.
You wore a red lingerie set with a garter belt to match. Your breasts rested wonderfully in the red lace bra with a bow at the front. Your thong had a matching bow at the back, so you stepped out of the dress now on the floor and spun around for Yuta to see it.
Yuta swallowed hard at the sight. You looked amazing. He wanted to wrap his arms around you while taking a taste of your sweet, glowing skin.
You turned to face him. “You want to unwrap the bows..don’t you?” You teased.
Yuta looked away and chuckled.
You stepped closer to him so your chest lay right on top of his as you dragged your left leg up. “What’s wrong? You’re the one that wants to see what another man is getting later on.”
Yuta swallowed hard before walking away from you.
“Put your dress back on, let’s finish this. Seduce the bastard so I never have to see you again.”
You smirked and did as he demanded. Once you were dressed, you both went to leave, but as soon as Yuta opened the door, you were faced with Ren and two of his henchmen.
“Oh…shit.” Yuta says.
“Who the fuck are you people? No, you know what? Get them!” He yelled in Japanese as his two men ran after you.
You quickly grabbed the soap dispenser from the counter and hit it hard against the giant’s head. Yuta fought the other with punches to his chest before grabbing a knife from his jacket. He swung it at the man who backed away before lunging forward to grab it.
You ran over to try to help him, but you suddenly felt arms around your waist.
Ren grabbed you harshly and threw you into the counter. You cried out as your rib crashed against the edge of it.
Yuta immediately looked over and gave his enemy one final finishing punch. He was done with him and made helping you his top priority.
Ren grabbed you by the throat and pushed your body into the wall.
“You’re way too pretty to be an assassin, what a shame. I was actually starting to like you.” He smirked as he choked you.
Yuta was about to grab his arm when your enemy rose up from his slumber to take him down.
You quickly spit in Ren’s eye, causing him to yell and loosen his grip. You then punched him in the rib and jammed your heel onto his foot. Ren falls to the floor in pain.
You look at Yuta who struggles to overpower his enemy, and just as you’re about to help him, Ren grabs your ankle to bring you to the ground with him. You try to fight him off but he grabs both wrists and pins them above your head. You had clearly underestimated how powerful he was.
He holds both wrists in one hand tightly and starts to repeatedly punch your side with his other fist. He kneeled over you and completely controlled your body with his impressive strength.
“Ahh!” You cry out as a sharp pain starts to build. You knew that you were just seconds away from having a rib or two be completely broken at the hands of Ren.
Yuta finally stabs his enemy in the side and runs over to punt Ren, knocking him unconscious.
Yuta pushes him off of you and helps you up.
“Shit..this hurts.” You whimper.
“Damn it, you’re a weakling. How have you survived this long by yourself?” He places your arm over his shoulder as he hurries you out of the mansion. The people downstairs are oblivious to everything that happened so you get out quickly.
“Oh shut up, you weren’t exactly giving John Wick back there.” You mumbled.
Yuta could only laugh as he helped you into your shared Porsche dropped off by another undercover agent.
“God, these seats are uncomfortable.” You wince as the pain radiates through you.
“Stop whining before I give you something to whine about.”
Yuta says as he drives with one hand on the wheel.
Your mouth fell open. “And what do you mean by that?”
Yuta smirks. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”
You rolled your eyes.
He drove you back to your place and helped you inside once he was sure no one had followed you.
“How are you feeling?”
He asks as he holds your hand and helps you inside.
“Like shit.” You groan.
“Help me take this dress off please.”
Yuta zips your dress down slowly and laughs, his steamy breath hits your lower back, making you shiver. His hands run over your sides before he pecks a light kiss on the place you felt a nasty bruise forming at.
You fidget, not because it was painful, but because you truly didn’t expect the affectionate gesture from him. It makes your heart weak.
“Well there goes our brilliant plan of seduction.” He whispers against it while looking up at you.
You smile to yourself. “Hmm not exactly.”
Yuta drags the dress down over your bottom, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of your thighs carefully..purposefully.
“What do you mean by that?” He raises an eyebrow. He then grips your ankle and takes it out of your heel and you’ve never felt more like a princess.
“I’d say I seduced at least one man tonight.”
Yuta chuckles. “Is that so?”
He stands up straight.
You hesitate because you’re not confident that Yuta feels the same way after tonight. It was just a mission and you two swore to hate each other, but what was this tension between you?
With your back still facing him you whisper “They’re yours to unwrap tonight.”
You can feel his warmth over you, you feel his staggered breathing and his delicate fingers playing with the ribbons on your thong. His other hand snakes its way up your abdomen to cup your breast for a moment. He then begins to play with the ribbon of your bra while you exhale shakily
But he won’t do anything, he won’t unwrap the bow and make love to you like you so desperately want him to.
“Hmm..if this is all you have to offer, I don’t need it.” He teases and turns away.
Your chest falls and you flick your head to him in disbelief.
“What?!”
He sits down on your couch and spreads his arms across it. You fight the urge to smack the smirk off of his face. Here you were on full display in a $300 lingerie set for him and it still wasn’t enough.
“Listen..lace is nice and all, but what makes you think I haven’t seen it already?”
You scoff. “You know what, forget I even said anything!” You march to your room and start to take your garter belt off, but he walks in after you and spins you around. He kisses you suddenly and deeply for the second time tonight, turning his head as his arms hug your back.
You bring your body closer to him, but he still doesn’t bring your pelvis to his like you quietly begged him to.
He drags the straps of your bra down and begins to kiss along your jaw and then your neck.
You whimper quietly as to not inflate his ego, but the truth was, his lips felt amazing on your heated skin.
He continues down to the tops of your breasts, but doesn’t lower your bra. Instead, he resumes kissing your lips and running his hands down your back.
He pulls away to breathe and looks into your eyes while licking his lips. “You should get some rest and take care of your side.”
Your mouth falls open as your brows furrow.
He walks back out of the room and gathers his things.
“You bastard! Do you want me to beg? Why do I even try? I hate you! Ugh!”
“I love you too, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says in a mockingly sweet tone and closes your front door.
You fall into the bed and exhale loudly.
———
The next day, you received a knock on your door around 2.
You grabbed your gun and held it beside you before looking through your peephole.
It was a delivery man, but your enemies often dressed up as them so you didn’t open your door.
Your phone buzzed.
*Text Received*
Yuta: You should open the door.
You stared back at your screen in confusion. How did he know that you received a package?
But you did as he said and took the package inside.
When you opened it you found a gorgeous purple, pink, and baby blue rhinestone bra and panty set. In the center of the bra and panty was a butterfly. The piece was magnificent and unlike anything you’d seen before, but you hadn’t ordered it. Then you looked at the gift note attached.
May fate bring us together again one day so I can see you in this. That ass is a present and I’d love to unwrap it.
Love,
your incredibly hot and sexy husband,
Yuta
“One day? What the hell is he talking about?”
Just then your phone rang and it was Haechan.
“Good afternoon, Agent 73, Ren is telling us everything we need to know. I’ll let you know when we have another job for you, Standbye...”
“Haechan, wait!” You paused. “I’m sorry, sir, Yuta and I didn’t complete our mission last night, Ren-“
“-was brought in this morning by Yuta himself, were you not there to be of assistance?” Haechan asks intimidatingly.
“Oh no…I’m sorry, yes I was there.” You lied to save yourself from Haechan’s scolding.
“….okay so..good job, now you and Yuta can go back to living separate lives. The good news is you didn't kill each other and Agent 44 is now responsive and out of the ICU. Agent 73, I’ll call you soon, standby.”
You hung up and stared at the last text Yuta sent you.
You quickly texted him back.
You: what did you do? How did you capture Ren on your own? Why didn’t you wake me up?
*message failed to send*
“Of fucking course”
Now that the mission was completed, neither of your phone numbers were valid. You had no connection to Yuta.
The truth was Yuta went back to the mansion after he left you. He was pissed that Ren hurt you and took matters into his own hands. He was so angry, he couldn’t bear to wait another day. So he followed him home, snuck into his room and beat the shit out of him when he was alone. He then tied him up and snuck him out of his place through some nearby bushes.
Ren was much bigger than him, but his training allowed him to easily restrain and carry him.
It was all for you at this point, he didn’t give a damn about the mission. Someone hurt you and he had to make sure they paid. Yuta had deep feelings for you, for you quickly attacked his heart with the first smile he ever saw gracing your beautiful face.
Sadly, you didn’t know his affection ran this deep and he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.
You sat down on your couch and looked at the box while sighing. “Damn it, I really hate this guy.” But the truth was you didn’t. You liked him a lot and now that you were back to being alone, you couldn’t help but feel empty. You missed him and doubted that you’d ever see him again.
It was almost like he was taunting you, leaving you with not only a fond memory of him, but with his grandmother’s ring on your finger as well. You stared at it for a few seconds, debating whether or not to take it off, but for some reason you didn’t.
Yuta was a lot of things, but a stupid man he was not. He planned to track you and keep you on his radar through the ring. He wasn’t sure how long or what he even planned to do with it, but he just had to know where you were in order to feel sane..just until the day you meet again.
Furthermore, the fact that you wore it for days..months after told him you actually did like the idea of being married to him. He closed the tracker app on his phone and stepped into his home in Japan with a smile on his face.
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Diaper Gooner Edging Challenge
Long time Tumblr lurker, first time trying one of these! I’ve got about 12 hours on Sunday, April 7th, from when I’ve got my house to myself to when I really would need to try to go to bed for work (irl some important stuff is going down, so I do eventually need to clear my head). This post will stay active all the way until 12:00 AM, April 8th. I really want to be my best gooner self to celebrate the week off of work I’m finishing!
I’ve always liked diapers, since my childhood. I’ve had a tumblr since 2013 and lately I’ve really been exploring all sorts of kinks through my blogs! I really want to be reduced to a desperate, caged, gagged, and plugged diaper slut! Please help me live out my most embarrassing fantasies!
For every like, reblog, and comment on this post, I’ll become a bigger diaper gooner! I’ll add diapers, boosters, pacifiers, embarassing clothes, chastity, gags, toys, etc and so forth! Help determine how I’ll be having cummies at the end! I’ll share more content as this gets more traction too!
Please share this, I’m sure it can only go wrong for me!
5 Likes = 1 Edge
1 Reblog = 1 Edge
2 Comments = 1 Edge (no spamming)
Edge Count and Tasks
✅ 1) Drink 12 oz of water per hour for the rest of the day! No holding my pee unless instructed!
✅ 2) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge
✅ 3) Suck on my paci for this edge
✅ 4) No more pants! No diaper coverings that go past my knees!
✅ 5) Insert my small plug before this edge for 5 edges
☑️ 6) Add a booster
☑️ 7) Hold my pee for 15 minutes
☑️ 8) Suck on my paci for this edge
☑️ 9) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge
☑️ 10) Wear my chasitiy cage for the next 2 hours
☑️ 11) Only watch cartoons or porn the rest of the day
☑️ 12) No full sized hoodies! Cropped ones are ok!
☑️ 13) Go outside in whatever clothes I’m wearing and share a picture
☑️ 14) Wear my chastity cage for the next hour
☑️ 15) Post a picture of myself every ten edges from now on, wherever I am!
☑️ 16) Cut holes, add a thin diaper
☑️ 17) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a pic
☑️ 18) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times
☑️ 19) Suck on my paci for this edge
☑️ 20) Put on tall sockies for the rest of the day
☑️ 21) Give myself an enema, hold as long as I can!
☑️ 22) Share most recent porn link
☑️ 23) Listen to gooner hypno for 5 edges
☑️ 24) Tug my nipples 5 times before I edge
☑️ 25) I’m a dumb baby who shouldn’t get to talk any more! Suck my paci for the rest of the day!
☑️ 26) Share an audio of myself edging
☑️ 27) Suck on my ball gag for 1 edge
☑️ 28) Double my water intake for 1 hour
☑️ 29) Take a picture of myself outside
☑️ 30) No boys’ shorts anymore
☑️ 31) Suck my big paci for the next 2 edges!
☑️ 32) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this!
☑️ 33) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge
☑️ 34) Suck on my big paci for the next 3 edges
☑️ 35) Tug my nipples 5 times before I edge
☑️ 36) Add 2 boosters
☑️ 37) Wear my ball gag for the next edge
☑️ 38) Only crop tops or onesies from here on out
☑️ 39) Listen to gooner hypno for 10 edges
☑️ 40) Wear my chastity cage for the next 4 hours
☑️ 41) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times
☑️ 42) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a video!
☑️ 43) Hold my pee for 30 minutes
☑️ 44) Add 2 boosters
☑️ 45) Share a video of this edge
☑️ 46) Pull on my nipples 10 times, hard
☑️ 47) Share most recent porn link
☑️ 48) Write a page of lines saying “I’m a porn addict, bully me!” and share it
☑️ 49) No more shorts, my diapies will be exposed from here on out!
☑️ 50) Quadruple my water intake for an hour
☑️ 51) Edge to a mean mistress joi video and share the link
☑️ 52) Be a bigger baby! Suck my big paci for the rest of the day!
☑️ 53) Cut holes, add a thick, boosted diaper
☑️ 54) Write naughty things about myself all over my diapers
☑️ 55) Put on my tutu for the rest of the day!
☑️ 56) Share a video of myself singing my ABC’s while edging
☑️ 57) Hold my pee for 30 minutes
☑️ 58) Change as many inner diapers as are wet, add a boosted thin and double boosted thick diaper! Share before, during, and after pics of my diaper change!
☑️ 59) Add a cloth diaper
☑️ 60) I don’t deserve erections, wear my chastity cage the rest of the day!
☑️ 61) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times
☑️ 62) Spank each ass cheek 5 times before I edge
☑️ 63) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 5 times
☑️ 64) Draw a picture of a mommy domme pegging me as stick figures and share it
☑️ 65) Add another cloth diaper with a cloth boosters
☑️ 66) Use a wand for the next 5 edges
☑️ 67) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Doesn’t count towards previous edging tasks.
☑️ 68) Hold my pee for 1 hour
☑️ 69) Pull down my diapers and spank myself until my ass and upper thighs are red! Share pictures before I get to do this edge!
☑️ 70) Fuck my dildo for 1 edge
☑️ 71) Stop, Drop, and Potty - no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this! Share a pic
☑️ 72) Share audio of me singing along to “Barbie Girl” while edging
☑️ 73) I’m too much of a pissy diaper slut, I need to wear all 4 of my cloth diapers and use all my cloth boosters for the rest of the day!
☑️ 74) Tug nipples 20 times before this edge
☑️ 75) Set up a half tent in my backyard and spend 1 hour gooning
☑️ 76) Insert my large plug for 10 edges
☑️ 77) Record myself reading one of my favorite tumblr captions and share it
☑️ 78) Share most recent porn link
☑️ 79) Write two pages of lines saying “I’m a diaper slut, will you please fuck my ass?” and share them
☑️ 80) Hold my pee for 1 hour
☑️ 81) Pull down my diaper and spank my balls 10 times
☑️ 82) Fuck my dildo for 2 edges
☑️ 83) Edge to denial joi porn and share the link
☑️ 84) Stop, Drop, and Edge - +1 edge, to be completed ASAP! no matter where/what I’m doing when I see this!
☑️ 85) Post a video of myself edging outside
☑️ 86) Fuck my dildo for 2 edges
☑️ 87) Quadruple my water intake for 1 hour
☑️ 88) Suck on my paci gag for 5 edges
☑️ 89) Fuck my dildo for 1 edge
☑️ 90) Fuck me, leave the big plug in and when I make cummies at the end of the day, I have to be fucking my dildo!
☑️ 91) Tug on my nipples while watching 5+ minutes of diaper porn
☑️ 92) Record and share an audio of myself begging you to fuck me and let me make cummies
☑️ 93) Gag on my dildo for 10 minutes
☑️ 94) Hump on my concrete carport and share a picture
☑️ 95) Hold my pee until I can’t anymore! Film a video of myself doing a potty dance and losing control when it happens
☑️ 96) Share an audio of me edging, thanking everyone for bullying me!
☑️ 97) Pull my diapers down and spank my ass until I cry!
☑️ 98) Pull my diapers down and spank my balls until I cry more!
☑️ 99) Suck on my ball gag for the rest of the day!
☑️ 100) Edge to some chastity porn and share the link
☑️ 101) I get to make cummies! I’ll film the whole thing!
Punishments
If I don’t/can’t complete all 100 edges on account of accidentally cumming, I’ll spank myself before bed for each edge I did or didn’t complete, which ever number is higher! I’ll put myself in huge diapers, chastity, gagged, and plugged until morning!
If I don’t/can’t complete all 100 edges because I run out of time, I have to sleep in whatever level of clothes and tasks I run out of time in! I’ll film myself apologizing for being a dumb lazy gooner baby who deserves to stay in diapers!
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went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share
+ more thoughts and old yyh art below
(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)
something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah
but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)
i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun
however i did transcribe the notes i left:
7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show
8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy
7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3
1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it
[+ this drawing]:
anyway. forever fornever. if you even care
#that's all. just kind of a personal post i thought was neat. skrunklore#skrunkart#yyh#yu yu hakusho#you can really feel the 14 y/o in a lot of the little notes and stuff but that too is part of the growth and change im trying to celebrate.#ripping my fingernails off about it but it needs to be done#also the hearts are because they love each other. and also me in like a cheering you on kinda way#ok more lore but around jr year i started feeling like my art was getting worse or at least stagnating and i kind of wished i could go back#to the era where a lot of that art is from bc there were little things i was better at and also bc i was much more prolific and adventurous#and while i'm sympathetic to it looking back after another couple of years it's like nah. no i was still growing i was just too close to se#like i'll be like oughh i haven't grown at all in years >:(( and then i'll look at the art i made over the course of 2023 and go oh nvm lol#some of it was more 'getting back into the swing of things' + traditional and tech issues being resolved but there was also growth#there is also stuff to be proud of and there always is and there always will be. that goes for you too reader#no matter what your art does or does not look like. i guess that's part of why im posting this too#part of what got me into visual art was seeing how people's art changed (sketchbook tours). it's cool and seeing that learning process so#well preserved and so easily analyzed kinda activated something in my brain. i think it got me past a lot of the 'im just not talented'#stuff a lotta ppl have that keeps them from drawing or sharing it or whatever. anyway art's cool i love art. gonna go draw now probably :D#ALSO really funny watching the way i drew myself change. all in ways that make sense but still funny to me. long hair glasses girl you'd#probably keel over if you saw what we look like now. hell yeah
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Story time!
So the first time I ever drew tfp soundwave it was for a secret santa exchange and I had never seen him before and hoo boy let me tell u, trying to figure out how he works from like 3 reference images. I do not know how I managed. I still struggle now.
I didn't get into transformers until like 2 years later, and I watched tfp and i was like yes, good. Then my friend was waving around his comic with his sad gay robots (chromedome and rewind) and i was like ehhh I don't know about comics. But I went and opened up mtmte and there was Rodimus Prime and I was like oh fuck he's pretty.
So then I read mtmte, and its companion rid, and Lost Light, and consumed most of the rest of the idw comics series.
At some point I discovered the tfwiki. That was hazardous. I have absorbed all sorts of useless transformers knowledge from there. Did you know IDW Starscream is 28 feet tall and weighs 22 tones? Did you know Optimus Prime's mind is less than 1.2 megabytes because they could fit it on a 5¼ inch human-made floppy disk? Apparently I do!
[Behold, the brain of a Prime. Image from the wiki, probably]
Watched rid2015, Armada, Animated, Cyberverse, G1, Rescue Bots Acadamy. Working on watching Beast Wars and Rescue Bots. Got a few episodes into rid2001 and Energon but I wasn't feeling the vibes and will have to come back to it later.
[One particular early rid2015 episode I did not enjoy so much that I stopped it 10 minutes in and watched all the Bayverse movies instead. There is commentary to be made there.]
I read that one person's 500 page thesis on how actually Optimus is the bad guy in the Bayverse movies [yeah I totally see it]. It took me 15 hours. I then went and watched that movie with the truck they mentioned [Duel (1971), thanks google]
[Google knows what I'm talking about]
The number of WIP fanfics in my documents is steadily approaching 50 (35 at last count, and I have added more since)
Consumed entire tags worth of fanfiction on ao3. [Please write more tfp Soundwave/Starscream fics I ran out.]
Made an ao3 account [tarnishedspark there too] and started posting some fics over there.
I came and made a transfomers blog which was supposed to just be to go with my fanfic stuff but its just me with all the transformers stuff now.
It has been less than a year. I fell Hard.
yeah so that has been my transfomers experience
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Lagoona Blue’s Diary- Wave 2 (2011)
{Scroll to the bottom of the post for the actual diary pages!}
This Diary Belongs to: Lagoona Blue
If you’re going to dive into my diary make sure you know how to swim.
Name: Lagoona Blue
School: Monster High
9/15
I finally got the big wave board that a fiend of mine down under custom made for me. I can’t wait to try it out at Cyclops, Dungeon Beach or maybe Ghost Trees. Of course now that school’s in I can’t just take off whenever I want. Hopefully there’ll be some monster swells over one of our holidays -find crossed till then.
9/25
Conditions for the surf meet were perfect today and I was able to score my first 10 of the season off this killer wave that I totally could feel breathing down the back of my neck. I thought it was going to eat me alive but it only nipped me a bit and then let me escape. Draculaura, Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd all came out to watch which was totally awesome only…Gil was supposed to be there too but he wasn't. He texted me after it was all over to tell me that Frankie sent him a video of the wave and that I was totally bonzer… I didn’t have the heart to tell him no monster uses that word anymore but he’s so cute when he tries to use slang from down under. He also said he was totally sorry he couldn’t make it but he had some kind of family thing come up and he couldn’t get out of it. I told him no worries but I really was bummed.’ That he wasn’t there to see me ride.
9/28
Today I hung out with Abbey Bominable. She’s new this year and I think she’s been having a hard go of it. Her family lives way up the mountain and so Abbey stays with Headless Headmistress Bloodgood during the week so she doesn’t have to make the up and down trek every day. She can’t even count on calling home every day cause they don’t have cell phones on the mountain, which I can totally relate to since my dad doesn’t have one either. Of course he does live in a place that’s not exactly friendly to electronics. Anyway, I told her that I understood how hard it is to be in a strange place away from your friends and family where no monster speaks your language or really understands your culture. Even at Monster High where there are all kinds of monsters from all kinds of different places it can still take a while to get your sea legs. So when she asked me if I was some kind of fish girl- :) - I did start laughing but I let her know that I wasn’t laughing at her and even though she wanted to walk away I made her come back and we talked for a long time. Abbey is very… direct. She is also very tall and quite strong so I think some monsters get intimidated by her. But you know what? She’s also scary sweet and funny. When I told her that her language skills were fine she said, “No they are… abominable.” I didn’t know if she understood what she had just said but she cracked a little smile and said, “It is joke.” I think Abbey is going to be just fine at MH.
10/7
A rumor cyclone hit school today and nearly turned the whole place into a disaster area, Mom once told me that there are three things every monster should know about a storm:
You can’t stop a storm by being in the middle of it
A storm brings out the best and worst in every monster that goes through one.
Storms take far longer to clean up after than they actually last.
Being raised on the ocean, I’ve seen and been through some monster cyclones but I never figured mum’s rules for a storm would apply to this kind of situation.
10/12
HH Bloodgood wants us to write about our monster heritage for this book to put together and give out to all of us at the end of the year. All right then- this should be easy or possibly not. Problem is my dad is a very private monster and not even the mates on my surf team know him very well and that’s after he had been a volunteer at all our competitions. Until he met me mum he barely had any contact with dry land monsters at all. ‘Course mum’s not exactly a dry land monster either- she’s an ocean nymph. She still lives in the same scary sweet little grotto as she did when dad met and married her. Being a nymph means that mum can leave the water and hang out on land as long as she doesn’t travel too far from her grotto otherwise she gets really weak. Dad will only leave the water for very short periods of time and that’s only if there’s a real emergency- like one time when I was just a small fry I was playing on top of this rock and didn’t notice the tide going out. When I finally did pay attention I found that at low tide it was a long way from the top of that rock where I was to the bottom of that rock that was now sticking out of the sand. Mum couldn’t come and help me cause I was too far from the grotto and I was too little to climb down on my own. I remember the sun being very hot and my skin was starting to not just dry out but to burn. I was really scared and I thought I was never going to get down when I heard my dad calling my name, “Lagoona, it’s okay- be brave and jump to me so we can get you back in the water.” I had to jump down a little but not too far cause dad climbed almost to the top of the rock to get me. It was still a long way from that rock back to the water though and it couldn’t have been easy on my dad to cross that distance twice. He told me later that being on land for him was like swimming against the strongest current in the ocean and never being able to rest. I reckon to have the best of both me and mum and dad though since I’m at home when I’m in the water but I don’t feel like a stranger when I’m on land.
10/16
Mad Science class had to be cancelled today after pier Heath Burns let his impulsive nature get the best of him. A bunch of us walked into class just as Mr. Hackington finished unpacking a large piece of lab equipment. He said it was a gift to the school from a former student who was now a famous mad scientist. It looked like a monster sized shoe box standing on its end and was painted completely black except for one shiny metallic button about half way up one of its sides. Mr. H. was just about to tell us what it was when he got called to the office for some reason. The last thing he said before he left was “All right me little Pandoras- nobody touch the box while I’m gone.” Of course Heath was out of his chair and standing at the box as soon as Mr. Hackington stepped out of the room. Sometimes Deuce will stone Heath before he can get into trouble but this time Deuce just shook his head and said, “He’s got to learn sometime.” Heath just laughed and said, “What?” “Nothing’s going to happen- watch.” Heath pushed the button and there was a noise like a tea kettle makes just before it starts to whistle. Heath jumped back and then the noise stopped. I guess we’d all been holding our breaths… at least those of us who breath… cause we all let them out at once which Heath thought was funny and he walked back over to the box and leaned against its side. “See I told you nothing was going to hap…” was all he got out as a panel in the box opened up and two tentacles shot out and pulled Heath in. The panel immediately closed and we could hear Heath yelling for help and lots of banging and what sounded like splashing. Mr. Hackington came back at that moment and he must have figured out what happened pretty quick cause he ran to his desk, grabbed something that looked like a remote control and pointed it at the box. All of a sudden a panel at the bottom of the box opened and Heath shaped package wrapped in what looked like a spider silk dipped in tar shot out and bounced across the floor. Mr. Hackington made us all leave before we could find out if Heath was okay but later on in the day Headless Headmistress Bloodgood told us he was going to be fine only he was going to need a few days off from school. Poor bloke.
10/24
Gil and I got into a fight today. = ( I’m not even sure how it started although he did seek to be a bit preoccupied and crabby today. Anyway, one minute we were swimming laps in the MH pool and the next we were shouting at each other. All I said was we should mix up our training with some laps in the ocean. The next thing I know he’s accusing me of being snob who doesn’t like fresh water. I was totally gob smacked. I shouted, “Gillington Webber!” “Why would you say such a thing?” I don’t think I’ve ever used his full name before and it seemed to snap him out of whatever funk he was in. He apologized and left the pool but later on in the day he put a scary sweet card in my locker. I wish he would tell me what’s going on but he totally clams up if I push him so I guess I’ll find out sooner or later… I’m hoping sooner.
About Me
Name: Lagoona Blue
Age: 15
Monster Parent: The Sea Monster
Killer Style: I mostly like to creep out in my baggies, tank top and floppies. That way I’m ready for any kind of a scary good time whether it’s surfing, screech volleyball or checking out the monster bro’s with my girls. But I also like to show up to parties in my scary cute little black dress just to show everybody I can pull off the look.
Freaky Flaw: My skin tends to dry out if I spend too much time out of the water so I go through a fright of monstuerizer. Chlorine from the Monster High pool also has a tendency to turn my blind hair blue but it’s a creeperific look don’t you think?
Pet: Neptuna is my pet piranha and I’ve got a special purse that’s actually a fishbowl so I can secretly take Neptuna to class.
Favorite Activity: Anything that involves being in, on or around the water.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Anyone who treats the ocean like his or her own personal trashcan.
Favorite School Subject: Ocean-ography. If I can’t be in the water I want to be studying about it.
Least Favorite School Subject: Geology. Volcanoes + rocks + desert= my nightmares.
Favorite Color: Ocean blue.
Favorite Food: Sushi.
BFF’s: I’m down with everybody brah.
#monster high#monsterhigh#monster high dolls#mhdiaries#monster high lagoona#lagoona blue#abbey bominable#gil webber
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A Silent Fan Gone Wild (My SB19 Escapades)
I just finished binged watching While You Were Sleeping, a Korean series. While I enjoyed it, it was the sound track that made an impact to me so I immediately went to browse YouTube for the series’ OST. While on it, one of the recommendations was a music video with thumbnail that shows Korean-looking couple but what intrigued me is that the title of the song is in Tagalog (Filipino) called Tilaluha. I thought maybe it is a cover but made into a Filipino version so I checked it out. That fated day on October 28, 2018, was the start of my SB19 fangirling journey.
My reaction, at the time, to Tilaluha was a confusion itself. I’m seeing Korean actors talking in Korean but the song playing in the background is Tagalog. But it was only for the first couple of seconds and my attention soon shifted to the song. Honestly, didn’t even watch the music video anymore but just listened to the music. It was eargasmic. The melody, the harmony, and the feels was just so good I can’t believe I just heard it just now. Still in disbelief that I missed this song, went immediately to the credits and checked. It was an introduction of the artist SB19. Apparently, the video was just released two days ago. Unfamiliar, I went on to search about SB19, not much to know about it aside from its company, ShowBT Entertainment, that it is a Filipino five-member male group who trained under a Korean System. My search didn’t stop there because my thoughts after googling them was, we have such very efficient boy group who can actually sing very well but we are promoting mainstream produced boy groups branded as singers selling albums but cannot even do a decent live performance. I was actually hoping that the group I just listened to already debuted mainstream but only to my dismay.
From thereon, I was a fan. Would discuss the song and the artist to my friends and officemates. They were polite enough to listen but were not really interested to get to know them more. That disinterest only made me more obsessed. Researching about SB19 didn’t give me much because of the very few resources and references but I was already tracking them with their Facebook page and YouTube page. My fangirl heart was in awe when they finally released Go Up but secretly hoping for them to release Love Goes too. Sadly, it didn’t rake well just like Tilaluha. Didn’t mind, I’m still happy that we have a Filipino group who can actually sing and dance efficiently, quite a rarity in the Philippine music industry. You have to know that I have never fangirled, not even for Taylor Swift (yes I’m a hard core Swiftie too), to blatantly put it, I was a silent fan.
September 2, 2019, when a KPOP fan tweeted about SB19′s dance practice of Go Up, everything went haywire when it got viral and SB19 was an instant sensation. I was so happy that they are already being recognized but it was also a rolling uphill battle. Filipinos are not very receptive of PPOP (not even a thing at the time) as we were very accustomed to the stereotypical Filipino artist. I will expound more on this later, and even extensively perhaps in the next articles.
While I converted my personal account into an SB19 promotional blog, this is also a documentation of why I decided to become an engaging fan. So while I aim to introduce SB19 to the world, I’m also sharing my journey as a fan girl. Let me just explain this briefly. There was a time when part of the promotional marketing of SB19 was to perform in schools in order for them to be introduced to college students, a demographic that is very receptive and active in the music and concert scene in the Philippines. It was during the PUP School Attack program that I finally decided to become an active fan. Why so? During that performance, Stell got injured but he nevertheless ignored it and continued performing. If it were not for Teacher Hong noticing and Tatang Robin pulling him out, he would have endured the pain and finish the performance dancing, nevertheless, he still belted and sang his part on the sideline. The members who were clearly worried just continued performing and gave the audience the performance they deserved. Since the show must go on, the group went on even if Pablo (who goes by Sejun back then) had to carry Stell and seated him center stage. That my friends, A’TIN, is what you call professionalism. When I got to watch a fan cam footage of that incident the night of that performance it sealed the deal. It made me very determined to support this group no matter what, hence, the onset of my fangirling journey.
But isn’t it late to do blogs now that there are already too many videos, write ups and references about SB19? Some may think so, but I have my reasons. I cannot do YouTube contents since I don’t have the time and resources, let’s leave that to the experts. I can’t do twitter either since I’m no fun in there. Let the big fanbases take charge of that. But Tumblr, this I could do since I can just freely write what I think in a page where I can control content and engagement. It is less anarchic here. Furthermore, this is one of the things I learned from Taylor Swift, how to promote her craft to her legion of supporters who are so in touch with her in this platform. I would like to take inspiration from that and perhaps introduced SB19 to the world and at least inch a little closer to the world domination we seek to attain. I hope and pray that non-locals (non-Filipino) music enthusiasts will soon become fans and welcome SB19 in their horizon. This is what I seek to achieve in my own small ways.
So if you are A’TIN or a casual music lover who is interested to get to know more about SB19, please share this content, follow this account and spread word to your family and friends. In the days to come, I will try my best to publish as many SB19 related contents as much as I can and as frequent as I can manage. However, please bear with me as I fact check details before publishing them and even ask for consent for materials to be used or cited. I hope this will be the beginning of your journey too.
P.S. More than promoting SB19, my fangirling is actually self serving. There is so much parallelism between SB19′s journey and my personal endeavors that made me identify with them. This I would like to share, maybe, in the not so distant future. For now, let’s focus on SB19 matters first.
#sb19#sb19_stell#sb19_pablo#sb19_josh#sb19_justin#sb19_ken#atin#sb19_tilaluha sb19_goup#taylor swift
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Part 1.
27 november:
Good morning everyone.
Tonight's #ONEDAY Episode 8 timeline is. 1 hour 6 minutes. 🙇♂️ I mean, we're already on episode 8 😳.
28 november:
Good morning everyone.
It's soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cold. Take care everyone. 🙇♂️
29 november:
Good morning everyone.
30 november:
Good morning everyone.
During a meeting about the website. When it comes to making a website, it's all about this and that... Oh, no, it's still like this: ......? I'm going back and forth... However, we are making steady progress, so please wait a little longer! Please wait a little longer!
1 december:
Good morning everyone.
During a homepage meeting, when I was making a page to tie X together, my sister searched for mine,'What the hell is this? All she said was 'Good morning, everyone! I'm scared. I'm scared.She said, 'You're scaring me.It's up to each person what they think. That's fine. I was more surprised that the person making the homepage didn't see my post, and it was a peach tree.
2 december:
Good morning everyone.
My sister found out, 'You're talking about something'.
We will start delivering it tomorrow! Thank you very much! Editing!!!
#ThepeoplewhoupdateonSundaysat19:00
3 December:
YouTube re-launches today at 7pm, so if you have time, please visit 🙇♂️
#Thepeoplewhoupdateat7pmonSundays
4 December:
Good morning everyone.(2 times).
Today's #ONEDAY Episode 9 timeline is 1 hour 5 minutes! Enjoy: 🙇♂️
Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you 😭😭
5 December:
Good morning everyone.
6 December:
Good morning everyone.
I've been working with screens all day.Smoke went up from my head before my computer did. I even got chicken fever lol. But i'm still working on it, and i'll upload YouTube after 23:22 if you have time 🙈.
7 December:
Good morning everyone.
Today we have a new name for YouTube! Thank you to everyone who took part in the submissions and voting! Please watch the video to see what it's become: 🙇♂️ We'll do our best to get it out soon 🙈.
8 December:
Good morning everyone.
So.I'm changing the name of YouTube this time. It was decided by your votes, so... Please take responsibility. Please wait for me, I'm going to do it with such high purity. 🙇♂️
Also, a friend of mine seems to have won a tepee as a lyricist in 2023. I'm thinking of sending him something, what do you think?
Oh, wait.I've been a composer of the year. You've been bursting with talent.In this case, i'd rather receive something than send something.
9 December:
Good morning, everyone.
When i went to the site today, there were people who had cranked it up. ㊗️ When i looked at their faces when they were making their final comments, they all looked like they had completed their work, and although i was a little sad to see it end first, i was also somewhat happy. I'm glad i'm making artwork, i think so every time. 🙇♂️
Tomorrow will be a full day of hard work. But i'll do my best.
10 December:
Opanistar🎵
The theatrical (made-up) number plate reads."Don't fart". I want to tell someone, but it's hard not to grin when you're filming a serious scene where you can't say such a thing.
We look forward to working with you in the future!
I'm coming home now. Yes. I'm going to bed.
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The Good Person Of Sezwan log book.
21/3/22 - good person of sezchwan (GPOS)
On this day we started to work on the first 5 pages of are 70 page script. We worked on how we would build are environment. Are teacher decided that we all have a wooden stick each and that’s how we would show houses and buildings by showing the out line of a basic house.
We was focusing on the blocking of the opening scene of are new play and now we would learn it.
30/3/22
We finished blocking everything and getting everything down I wasn’t in on the 28th and that’s when the cast learnt that song but I quickly learned the rhythm of the song and got off the words of the song quickly to when I know my que when to start joining in on the song.
My teacher did say “we need to practice projection, clarity and diction, and we need to get off scrip over half tearm so over the Easter holidays” i I’ll be working very hard to get my ques down and to know my lines. The reason why is because we need to get of script asap so we can play around with prompts.
4/4/22
What happened was we went thought the first act with out script but if we didn’t know are lines then we would have a script or prompt. All I need to work on is the last scene of the first act get the lines sorted and then run through act 1 without script. I also need to start acting as the charter adding a little bit of a voice to him work on my posture as Yang sun. Another thing is that I need to work on my posture with the nephew what the family have agreed to is that we all should be hunch backed with glasses and cockney accent so throught out the Easter holiday I will be working on my character consent.
26/4/22
What we was doing today is doing a script run from scene 1 & 2 and with the line run what I found out is that I kept cutting off peoples lines when it’s coming close to my lines so I need to look back over on my lines and read the queues lines because I can’t do that in the final performance at the same time it was good that I am cutting them off at the same time because then I know my lines well and i know when to come in on my queues . Another thing is when we was doing the line run 4 time I had to ask the prompt what the line is because I thought I came in early or I haven’t learnt that line enough witch is not good considering we now have a month before the show day and I need to step up my game my going over and over these simple lines because over the holidays I was so focus on getting my other character ‘yang sun’ because there are some big lines so I need to keep it even focus on the big and small lines.
Another thing that happened is that we when threw the song ‘the song seven elephant’ and we was learning the tempo to the song and while going threw the song I saw a past song worded very different but had the same meanings and in that Yang Sun was talking threw it and and I pitched Sun walking around the factory scene watching everyone sing and making sure they do the work and I propose that idea to my teacher and he likes the idea and we’re going to play with it and see how it works in the show and in the song it says that ‘Sir Chung never laughed harder’ indicting Yang Sun so I propose to my teacher that could be a queue like for me to laugh while in the song and again he liked it and I think we’re going to play with that as well but I need to do more work on my character and about how to protray Yang Sun
26/4/22
Some of us agreed to do a call in the evening doing a line run off script and some of us had to fill in because other people as they wasn’t on call so the focus of the call was was muscle memory witch most of us was doing well but I did have to look at the script once because I missed a masive Chung.
28/4/22
Me and my class went on another call to go through act 2 because when are class did a run through of act 2 it was choppy and we kept asking for queue so we went all on call and I alright considering I do not know well the but in act 2 I’ve got learn 3 scenes and the wedding scene I’m almost there with learning it now what I’ve got to do now is concert on getting the second act in my head well. Also now we are at the stage were we should be off script and now using prompt just in case if you forget are lines.
What I have relised as my character is that at the beginning he is extremely dressed and wants to end his life then through out the first scene we see him become more of a pompous prat and at the end of act 1 Yang Sun at this point is the play is clearly one of the most hated people im the play. What I got from Yang Sun in the play is that Yang Sun is full of himself, he’s arrogant, selfish, disrespectful, narcissistic, deceitful, and manipulative.
I instantly got the sense of a character called Squadron leader Flasheart (black adder goes fourth) who is full of himself, arrogant and disrespectful.
Something that I will be borrowing from Flasheart is his posture… Flasheart stands very proud of himself is posture says “I’m in the room give me the attention”. I may use his voice only to try out and see how it goes with some scenes and I’m going to use the sexism from Flasheart. Another great thing on why I’m using lord Flasheart is because Yang Sun is a pilot and In Black Adder Flasheart is also a pilot so is a good time year and a good character to base it off. The problem with this is I can’t stick with Flasheart and I’ve got to switch between charters so I’ve got to get different character and analyse them to see what I can get from them.
6/5/22
What I have done so far for the past few day is analysing my character and what I should be taking inspiration from ‘black adder goes fourth’ and I was figuring out a voice for my character. What I took from my character is he is a vary self absorbent witch means that he only cares about himself so I added a gritty voice and make word over exaggerated.
We also start to properly block are scene because Act 2 scene 1 there is a wedding and we haven’t got the blocking for that down so I used my character and see how my character would act in the scene. I also had to asked to questions what is my character thinking in this scene and what he is thinking is “I need mr Shui Ta to hurry to give me the 300 silver dollars that he promised”
26/5/22
On Wednesday 25th May at 7:00pm ‘The Good Person Of Sezwan By Bertolt Brecht’ was played at Clarendon Sixth Form College and I was extremely nervous for it like anyone would. Before the show are class did a run threw of the show going over some stuff tweaking some stuff. When we did a run threw I dried a scene that I thought that I’d never dry on. Scene 5 in Shen Te’s tobacco shop where Yang Sun is trying to get three hundred silver dollars and I added a new line into it that I haven’t added.
YANG SUN: An old mate of mine is doing be a favour. five hundred is his price.
MR SHUTA: That’s a lot of money
YANG SUN: Not really. He got rid of the other applicants for me do you know what I mean spread a rumour here break a leg or two just between me and you alright no need to tell Shan te.
This was the like I was drying on and I have no idea why the lines just went from my head and i completely forgot what it was so I just jumped to a line that makes sense and then after I went threw it over and over and the first 2 time the words wasn’t comming to me and then the 3rd time when my scene parter was reading in as well then the lines just came back to me and it was amazing
More things that happen before the show was getting to voice of Yang Sun I wanted to add a crackling/ boisterous voice for Sun and it worked perfectly with the charter and for the nephew that I was playing for in scene 1 & 2 we (the family) added a nasal voice for the nephew and it came across that you can clearly see who Yang Sun was and who the Nephew was.
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Diary
Pairing: May Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary: You read May's diary and find some interesting stuff
Warnings: ONLY for those over 18 years old (minors/blank blogs will be blocked), penetrative sex (fingering).
Words: 1.8k
English is not my first language so there may be grammar errors
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15 th of May
I can't function. Having her at home, concentration is almost impossible. Even being in the same room as her, I can barely hold my train of thought. She doesn't know what she does to me.
All I want is to feel her inside me, it sounds bad and I know it, but I long for it, I dream of her touching me in all the places she can touch. I want him to bend me over and fuck me from behind, hard and fast without mercy. Then I want her to keep fucking me over and over again, until she can't feel my legs and muscles aching from the effort it takes for her to keep having an orgasm.
Wow.
I haven't read anything this erotic since I tried to read Fifty Shades of Grey, but I inevitably got bored in a couple of chapters. But this… this was so much better than any fake Fifty Shades shit. This was real and authentic and sexy and...
And it was May's diary.
I was looking for a book that Peter had told me he had and that I needed for my exam, when I accidentally dropped a few trying to get the one I needed. Imagine my surprise when I find a seemingly plain notebook with May Parker delicately scribbled across the top. I really didn't want to open it, but once I saw the word fuck I knew this wasn't a book with notes.
My eyes couldn't stop and I found myself fascinated by the writing. May was apparently horny for some girl. A girl she hasn't named yet.
I turn to the next page, waiting for this mystery girl to be named. I feel like I'm wet in my pants and desperately want to touch myself, but not before I find out who this mystery woman is.
May 28
Last night I dreamed that she fucked me again. Hard, it's always hard when he fucks me, this time with a vibrator that goes in and out at a fast pace, turned up as high as possible. Usually he fucks me with his fingers, three buried deep with reckless abandon, but this time it was a vibrator. Even in my dreams I didn't feel as good as she did.
At this point, I was swimming, it was so wet. I flipped through most of the other pages, desperate to touch myself, but even more curious to know who the mystery girl is. But May never names her. I turn to the most recent entry to see if she has any mystery woman clues.
3 of June
Today I go home again. She and Peter had come home to study but he had to go do his superhero stuff but she stayed home and offered to help me with some things and I was thanking God the whole time because despite being things routinely everything was made more difficult if she was around.
I stopped in my tracks, nearly having an orgasm just reading that sentence. On June 3, I had helped May and I was her only help. In her house it was just her and me because, as she had said, Peter had left.
I kept looking at her and thinking of her bending over and fucking me, her fingers inside my wet pussy and her lips wrapped around my nipples, the dream I'd had of the vibrator going in and out recklessly. I don't know how I'll ever look at her the same way again.
I can hardly breathe, but I manage. I realize this could be a very interesting situation.
I find May later and touch her arm to get her attention. She jumps up, looking almost scared to death because I was within two feet of her. Just looking at her wide-eyed expression and remembering what she wrote makes desire and lust ripple deep in my belly.
"May?" I ask her, smiling sweetly "Would you mind coming over after work? There are some things we need to discuss" I watch as her face becomes confused.
"About?"
"Nothing big, it's more of a personal thing," she shrugged, as she nodded apprehensively and agreed to meet me. We agreed to meet at my house and then I'm going to read more of her diary.
June 1
It's slowly killing me, her desire for her and the need that hangs over me. I keep dreaming and I keep waking up sweaty and hot. I had to touch myself waking up every morning this week, I even had to get in the shower and put the shower head to good use.
I don't know how long I can go on like this, I may have to find someone, anyone, to stop thinking about her.
Later that day I was at home, waiting for May to show up, reading her diary over and over again. It was as if she couldn't put it down, even though she had read it through several times.
When she finally knocked on the door, I put down her diary and answered her confidently. I wasn't nervous at all; He knew what she wanted and he was willing to give it to her.
"Y/N, may I know what this is about?" she asks, frowning.
I grab the book from the table where she had left it and pick it up, watching her face turn white.
"I found your diary"
"You read..."
"Yeah, I know you're attracted to me, May," I murmur, moving closer to her. Her big brown eyes were wide and she almost looked like she was going to pee at any moment.
"I'm so sorry you had to find out like this" she murmurs, now leaning against the wall. I'm so close to her, I'm sure she's thinking I'm going to hit her or something. But I'm not angry, not in the least.
I'm horny.
"I'm not," I shrug, dropping the book to the floor with a loud thud and putting my hands on her waist to turn her over. "Hands against the wall, turn around for me baby" my voice is husky, and she obeys without protest, which feeds me.
"You've been a bad girl recently, writing all that stuff about me." I'm pressed against her back, I can feel her breath pick up, and my mouth is close to her ear as my hand unbuttons her pants and lower it. "You've been having so much fun masturbating by yourself, why didn't you think I wanted to have fun with you too?" Through her underwear I rub her, feeling how wet she already is.
"I-I," she mutters incoherently, leaning hard against the wall, "I didn't think you'd be interested," she mutters, as my fingers slide under her underwear to touch her naked.
"I've been so horny, reading that diary was like an electric shock to my clit" As if to show her how I felt, I placed a light pinch on her clit, watching as her body twitched and she let out a gasp. pleasure. "I haven't been able to sit still for hours"
She shifts, twists to try to get something, anything to lessen the pressure I know must be building inside her. My fingers traced her sex hers, tracing her slowly, it must have been torture. That's what made it so much fun.
"Tell me what you want, honey," she murmurs, my free hand reaching under her shirt to pinch a hard nipple, "tell me what you want me to do to you," she shudders, and I know I have her at my mercy.
"Fuck me please" she moans as I gently rub her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I gently do the same with her clit "fuck me hard Y/N please. I want you inside me"
I almost moaned hearing that; her sexual voice was husky and soft, without a doubt the sexiest thing she had ever heard. All he wanted was to hear her scream as he went deeper into her, but: he knew patience was a virtue and he needed to wait for this to develop better.
"Why?" I ask her casually, the tip of one of my fingers teasing her entrance now, not fully penetrating her but letting her know it's a possibility, "Why do you want me to fuck you, May?" My tongue begins to trace the spot behind her ear, and I'm so close to her that I'm sure she can feel my breasts on her shoulder blades.
"Because you're sexy," she blurts out, "because you're secretive and mysterious and you don't give a shit what people think. You do what you want and you do it proudly, and it's sexy to see someone so in control of everything, even when they shouldn't." ".
"Are you saying I'm in control of you right now?" I ask with a smile, as she rubbed her chest hard enough to make her moan, wanting more.
"Yes," she whispers, "yes please. Please fuck me please," she almost sobbed from the effort it's taking, and I can see her arms shaking against the wall. Her hands are white from pressing so hard, and her breathing is unsteady. I can tell without having to ask that she's ready to come.
"Well, since you asked so nicely" Without further ado, I inserted two of her fingers, fucking them in and out of her at a faster rate than I would normally use. But she grinds against him, moaning loudly and digging her nails into the wall, trying to find something, anything, to grab onto.
"Fuck," she swears, as I continue to fuck her hard and hard, faster and faster until I'm sure I can't feel my fingers anymore. Bent at such an angle, I was making sure to hit her spot every damn time as my second hand migrated from her breast to her clit to run in circles as well.
"Y/N, I'm going to cum," she moans, as my fingers move her mercilessly.
"Come for me baby, strong. Come for me," I tell her, as she feels her muscles tense and her walls contract around me. She screams my name and every muscle in her stomach heaves with orgasm. I don't think I've ever seen anyone in my life have an orgasm like that.
She fell back into my arms and I sat on the floor with her limp and sweaty body in my lap. I held her so close to me, her head fell gently into the crook of my neck and she had never felt happier.
"So," she asks, once she's regained her breath and her ability to speak coherently, "did you read my diary?"
"I read your diary"
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The Little Things - ML One-Shot
(Spoilers for the season 4 episode Hack-San)
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"Out for a solo patrol, Chat Noir?"
Chat Noir jumped slightly, not quite use to hearing an unfamiliar voice up here on the rooftops, and turned. The figure was standing on a chimney a ways from him, the reds of her costume matching the setting sun.
"Scarabella?" Chat Noir said, looking at the temporary Ladybug heroine he had met the other day. His surprise quickly gave way to worry, eyes widening slightly. "Did something happen to Ladybug? Is there an akuma out right now? Is–"
Scarabella held up her hands, but didn't come closer. "No no no, everything is okay– I just wanted to talk to you, that's all, and Ladybug said you often did some patrols in the evening..."
He gave a tight smile, shoulders relaxing slightly. "Not really a patrol, not like what me and M'Lady do when we patrol. It's just... to get some fresh air, I suppose."
He was slightly startled when he turned and found Scarabella walking towards him, as he hadn't heard her steps. She had some papers in her hands, and an uncertain smile on her face. She paused a little ways away from him.
"Is it okay if we talk for a bit?" Scarabella asked. "I don't have a lot of time, and then I can leave you to your... 'patrol'."
"What's up?" Chat Noir asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. His feelings on Scarabella were... mixed. She was an ally and she had spirit, but he would be lying if he said there was no bitterness when he thought about her. About what she knew and why she was there.
"I... I wanted to just show you this," Scarabella said, holding up the papers in her hand, before carefully setting it down on the roof near him, before retreating back slightly. "I had to edit out a few 'tips' for identity reasons, and Ladybug doesn't know I'm showing this to you, but considering my sudden appearance I figured maybe it would help if you saw it."
Chat glanced at the papers, then back at the spare heroine. "I don't want to go behind Ladybug's back."
Scarabella blinked, then let out a small laugh. "Oh, no, no, it's not like it's something I can't show you. It's just the list of tips she gave me of how to be Ladybug while she was gone."
"Okay?"
Scarabella smiled. "Read them, would you? Please?"
Chat Noir looked at the papers, before carefully picking them up and unfolding them. Sure enough he found a list of 'tips', each one carefully numbered off. His eyes scanned down the list, noting a few numbers were missing, which must have been the editing she had been referring to.
Chat Noir's eyes jumped back up to the top, and began reading. He could tell right away that it was indeed written by his Lady, and he could almost hear her voice as he read.
Tip 1 - Keep the earrings in at all times, they are easy to misplace. DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF.
Tip 2 - Always have sweets for Tikki on hand.
Tip 3 - Not just for recharging if an akuma appears, make sure you have something she can snack on if she's hungry.
Tip 4 - No. Seriously. Holders know no fury like a kwami starved.
Chat Noir snickered, knowing fully well what she meant. His interactions with Tikki had been limited, and she had been a very sweet kwami. Ladybug told pretty much the same story... except for the times she didn't have cookies or macarons on hand for her kwami. It turned out the little Ladybug kwami was just as passionate about her sweets as Plagg was with his cheese.
Tip 11 - Tell Chat Noir what's going on right away if an akuma shows up. Since I wasn't able to talk my way into staying in Paris like I thought I didn't get time to tell him I was leaving.
Tip 12 - If you see Chat Noir patrolling at night don't worry, it doesn't mean there's an akuma or somewhere you need to take my place. My Kitty is a free spirit and Paris is our city.
Tip 13 - Leave out croissants for him if he happens to come by where you are on patrol.
Tip 14 - The chocolate covered ones are his favorite. Chat loves anything with passion fruit too.
Tip 15 - Chat Noir likes any kind of sweets, actually, but try to get him his favorites if you can.
There was a small smile on his face as he read, eyes carefully looking over each word, warmth in his heart. The tips soon drifted back towards things regarding the Miraculous, a good dozen involving Lucky Charms and explaining how the yoyo worked.
Tip 25 - Lucky Charms might be bigger than you think! Be prepared to leapt out of the way in case a piano comes crashing down instead of a pencil.
Tip 26 - Don't ask Tikki to explain Lucky Charms. She'll be vague and she'll do it on purpose.
Tip 27 - Don't try to force a Lucky Charm to work. It's just kind of instinctual? I don't know how to describe it.
Tip 28 - Ask Chat Noir for help if the Lucky Charm is too confusing. He's been Misterbug before and has helped me defeat villains with countless Lucky Charms.
Tip 29 - Just ask Chat Noir if you have any questions, he's a professional.
Tip 30 - Don't ask him so many questions though that you stress him out! Akuma fights are hard enough and with him being the most experienced he'll have enough to worry about without a bunch of questions.
Tip 31 - Just follow Kitty's lead, he knows what to do.
Tip 32 - Chat Noir has good instincts and enhanced senses, listen to him.
Tip 33 - When Chat Noir makes a joke try to laugh, even if you think it's not funny. It makes him happy. :)
"My jokes are always funny, My Lady!" Chat Noir exclaimed in protest, though there was a smile on his face.
Tip 34 - Make sure Chat Noir is happy.
Tip 35 - Don't make fun of his purring, he's self conscious about it even though it's adorable. (He embraces everything cat except for the purring, I don't know why.)
Tip 36 - Purring doesn't always mean he's happy! Cats can purr when they're hurt! If he takes a hit and you hear him purr then you got to defeat the akuma as quickly as possible! Sooner you can cast the Miraculous Ladybugs the sooner Chat Noir isn't hurting!
Tip 37 - Don't let Chat Noir take any hits for you.
Tip 38 - Seriously. He does that way too much and I don't like watching it. Stupid self-sacrificing cat. Make sure he stays safe.
Tip 39 - Or else.
"These aren't even tips at this point!" He said, holding back a laugh.
"She does that a lot," Scarabella said with a fond smile. "With 675 'tips' a good chunk of them are ramblings."
"Six hundred and what-?" Chat said, quickly flicking through the papers and towards the end. Sure enough the very last one stared back up at him, the same number as Scarabella had promised.
Tip 675 - When you say "Miraculous Ladybug" don't forget to throw the Lucky Charm.
He flicked back a few more pages, eyes scanning the various notes that had been left. Many were just like he had expected when Scarabella had first told him what the list was: advice on what to do with different types of akumas, how the timer worked, tips for finding the akumatized object, and what to say to a victim after they were freed from Shadow Moth's control.
But then there were others, small little mentions of him and things he hadn't even realized his Lady knew or noticed, things he didn't know people cared about.
Tip 142 - If Chat Noir is dismissive with how his day has gone crack a few jokes. He tries to cover up when he's had a bad day and this is the best way to lift his spirits.
Tip 143 - Chat Noir loves hugs. Quick hugs, tight hugs, long hugs, he adores them.
Tip 144 - Chat likes to be scratched under the chin and behind his faux ears. It makes him purr, but don't mention the purring (see tip 36).
Tip 145 - Chat Noir is a cuddler.
Tip 146 - Ignore all the last few tips. Respect Chat Noir's personal space.
Tip 147 - But don't be distant either, support him! Fist bumps, pats on the back, you know, be friendly.
Tip 148 - You better be nice to my Kitty. I'll be watching all akuma coverage.
Tip 149 - No booping Chat Noir on the nose. That's our thing.
Tip 150 - No bonking him with the yoyo, carrying him in your arms, or using the nicknames 'chaton' or 'kitty', again those are our things, not yours.
Tip 151 - You can use the nicknames 'Chat' or 'CN'.
Tip 152 - He may kiss your hand. Chat Noir is a gentleman, don't let the costume fool you.
"M'lady..." Chat Noir said softly.
Tip 355 - Let Chat Noir handle the media, he's a pro at that.
Tip 356 - Don't leave him alone to deal with all the reporters though, that's a lot of pressure.
Tip 357 - Chat's ears and tail can tell you a lot about how he's feeling. I've read a lot of cat behavior articles and it's helped me a lot.
"Hey!" Chat Noir protested, even though his Lady wasn't here to see it.
Tip 598 - If anyone makes any comment about Chat Noir being dangerous or being a sidekick, you don't hold back.
Tip 599 - If it's a reporter that makes this comment give me their name and who they work for so I can make sure they never get an interview from the heroes again.
Tip 600 - Send Chat Noir a cat meme on the yoyo to cheer him up if anyone does say anything about him.
"I need to go," Scarabella said softly. "Feel free to keep those, I... I just wanted you to know that she was thinking about you. You mean a lot to her, Kittycat."
Chat Noir looked up at Scarabella, vision blurring slightly, but a smile was on his face. "I don't think 'Kittycat' was on the list of approved nicknames, Scar."
Scarabella scowled. "Well I can tell you that one isn't on my list of approved nicknames either."
Chat Noir grinned. "I'm sure it will grow on you."
"Purrhaps," Scarabella said, before giving a salute and a smile. She then tossed her yoyo, swinging away. Chat Noir watched her for a moment, before looking back down at the list he had been given.
He smiled, holding the papers close to his chest as he laid down on the roof, letting out a happy sigh.
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𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊
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Chapter Two: He’s very, very beautiful. Black hair in tidy waves, dark, hooded eyes lined with sooty lashes, full lips, angled jaw, and all his fine features illuminated by the glow from the pub behind you. If you’d met him anywhere else you might have blushed, but here, now, you have to resist the urge to arch a brow.
Wordcount: 2.3k
Content warning: language, allusions to bigotry.
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McCollin slams the Records Room logbook down on your desk and you nearly jump out of your skin. “I told you to drop it,” he says coolly.
Your initials are scribbled on the page half a dozen times over the past two weeks. You look up at him wide-eyed. “I…”
“You were only supposed to watch that stupid trial once,” he interrupts, eyes hard.
“Look, I’ve found stuff, McCollin! Merope Gaunt? She ran away with Tom Riddle, for Christs’ sake, they got married and everything! That’s why Morfin was talking about her in his trial!”
He falters, brow furrowing. “How did you find out that –”
“I’ve been doing some work on the case – off hours,” you add hastily at his expression, “and look, I know you said it was pretty cut and dry, but in that whole trial no one actually asks him why he did it –”
McCollin laughs a little unkindly. “No one asked him why he did it? Do you hear yourself? Didn’t you just say his sister married a Muggle?”
“Yeah but she died ages ago,” you say desperately, leaning forward.
“Why does that matter?”
“Morfin was released from Azkaban in ’28 and came home to find his sister gone. He lived right around the corner from those Muggles, McCollin, so why did he wait fifteen years to kill them?”
McCollin gives you a deeply sceptical look. “Your problem is that he didn’t kill them sooner?”
“My problem is there’s no reason that he didn’t kill them sooner!” you correct. “If he’s really such a nutcase, why did it take him that long to get revenge on the Riddles?”
“Maybe he didn’t know who she’d run off with until then,” he shrugs.
“Then how did he suddenly find out in ‘43?”
McCollin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, kiddo, I’m gonna do you a favour. I’ll let all this slide if you drop this thing now and stop letting it distract you.”
You gape at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“But I’ve found –!”
“I don’t care what you’ve found, I need you to do your job,” McCollin snaps, waving at your desk. “So some pure-blood nutter murdered some Muggles because his sister ran off with one of ‘em, what in Merlin’s name is so hard to understand about that?”
“She had a kid with him!” you hiss.
He hesitates again. “You found a birth certificate?”
“No, but she died in a Muggle orphanage and was buried in the pauper’s yard, what do you think happened?”
McCollin, for the first time, looks somewhat doubtful. “Case never mentioned a kid…” he says slowly.
Hope sparks in your chest. “And where was Tom Riddle whilst his wife died in childbirth, huh? Where did the kid end up? Did Morfin know about them? Did Riddle even know?”
McCollin exhales a very fatigued sigh. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you.”
“No,” you say immediately.
“If you figure this out, will you get back to your actual job?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
You’re on the edge of your seat. “I promise.”
He grits his teeth. “Merlin… fine. What do you need?”
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You hate Azkaban. The place is dark and cold and dripping wet, the dementors never stay quite far enough away, and the screams and sobs of the prisoners within the black stone stick in your heart for weeks afterwards.
“In and out,” McCollin mutters, pulling off his hat and casting the dementor beside you an aspersing look. “Five minutes, kiddo, and then we’re gone.”
You nod quickly and step down the long, dark corridor, peering at the parchment in your hand and checking it against the cell numbers scratched into the stone on either wall. You find him around the corner. Cell 75191.
You lift your lit wand, squinting into the darkness. “Morfin…?”
There’s the faint clinking of chains and then a skin-crawling hiss that makes your heart clench in fear, followed by a rasping, phlegmy cackle.
“Morfin Gaunt?” you try again, catching sight of movement in the corner of the cell, a figure hunched there.
He only hisses again.
“I don’t speak Parseltongue, Mr Gaunt,” you say with a forced calm, “I’m here to talk about the Riddles.”
Morfin spits at the ground. “Riddles,” he growls. “Fucking Riddles, fucking filthy Muggle Riddles in their filthy stinking house, got what was coming didn’t they? Got what they deserved in the end –”
“You knew about Merope and Tom Riddle, didn’t you, Mr Gaunt?” you interrupt, hands shaking in the aching cold. You bury your non-wand hand in your pocket in vain – the chill of the prison is all-permeating.
“Filthy Riddle… filthy scumsucker…”
“Why did you kill the Riddles in 1943?”
He barks a hideous laugh. “Muggle scum they were, had it coming, saw the light leave their eyes at the end of a wand like was intended, not my sister, not my family –”
“Why did you wait, Mr Gaunt?”
There’s silence. Your heart thrums nervously.
“You got home in 1928 but you didn’t kill the Riddles until 1943… Why didn’t you kill them sooner?” you press carefully.
Morfin doesn’t reply for a moment, and then – “Muggle scum,” he mutters a little dolefully.
“Yes but what changed?” you say, patience fraying a bit. “What changed in 1943? Did something happen?”
“Scourge of the earth… got to get rid of ‘em all, that Grindelwald fellow had the right idea, get rid of ‘em –”
There’s a sound like a heavy door closing in the distance and you’re suddenly very aware that you don’t have a lot of time left. “Did you know about Merope’s child?” you ask pressingly.
Morfin descends into a coughing fit and spits what sounds like a hefty wad of mucus onto the floor of his cell. “Knew it,” he says darkly, “I knew it, that slut…”
“You knew?”
“Looked just like him, didn’t he?” he snarls.
“Who?” you say at once.
“He looked just like that nasty, filthy, disgusting Muggle… Well, they’re all dead now.” He laughs nastily again. “Rotting in the ground where they belong, Muggle scum…”
You can hear McCollin calling for you but your head is spinning. He waited… he waited fifteen years…
If Merope’s son had been born at the end of ’26, he would have been sixteen in July of ’43.
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“I know why he waited,” you breathe to McCollin the second you’re back in the safety of the Ministry.
“Why?”
“I know why he waited to kill the Riddles – Merope’s son came to find him – maybe he was looking for his family, he probably grew up in that orphanage – he really did only find out about her kid in ’43 and it made him snap and –”
“Slow down,” McCollin frowns, hand on your shoulder. “What are you saying?”
“You have to get me access to Morfin’s memory of that day,” you say intensely.
His face and his hand fall in unison. “You said that if I got you in to see Morfin, you’d let it go,” he says sharply.
“I know but Jesus McCollin! Shouldn’t we find her son?”
“This is getting out of hand,” he mutters, turning and walking off across the huge entrance hall.
“Please,” you say, following him. “Please! I –”
“No,” he says flatly.
“But –!”
“What, you want to watch murders now?”
“McCollin, just listen –”
“I’m serious, drop it,” he drawls, stepping into an elevator and turning to point at you. “I don’t wanna hear you say the name Riddle again.”
The elevator dings, the door slides shut on McCollin’s serious face, and you sigh in frustration.
“Riddle?”
Your head lifts in surprise. The voice had come from beside you, a very formally-dressed old man with curated grey hair, gold glasses, and a haughty expression. “Yes, sir…?” you ask slowly.
“Ah yes, a real shame, all that,” the man sighs, looking up at the elevators expectantly.
You blink. You recognise the man from around the Ministry, but you can’t think of a single conceivable reason why a senior member of the International Confederation of Wizards knows the name of a Muggle murdered eight years ago. “…Yes, it was.”
“Such a waste,” he shakes his head sagely. “He could have gone far.”
You don’t know what to say. “You’re… you’re talking about Tom Riddle, sir…?”
“Yes, of course,” the man titters, “Slughorn recommended him to me personally – assured me he’d go far. A real talent, he said.”
Something is definitely not right, but the man’s elevator dings and he steps inside at once, expensive robes swirling as he turns. “To end up in Knockturn Alley of all places,” he sighs, “and to think... the boy could have been Minister for Magic one day.”
The doors shut before your gobsmacked face.
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“So let me get this straight,” Mori says lowly, setting down another drink for you. “You think the kid’s here? In Knockturn Alley?”
“I think so,” you murmur as Mori takes your empty glass away. “Either that or some poor schmuck with the exact same name as a murdered Muggle is walking around completely unrelated to all this shit.”
“Have you found anything on the kid?”
You nod blankly. “Looked up the name and found a ton of stuff straight away – star pupil at Hogwarts, won a ton of awards, Prefect, Head-boy –”
“Sounds like a square,” Mori snorts.
“He fell off the map a bit after school,” you frown, leaning forward on your forearms. “Found an address from a few years back but doesn’t seem up-to-date. The guy definitely mentioned Knockturn Alley though, so –”
“If you told me a name, I’ll probably know him.”
You shoot him a nervous look. “I dunno, Mori, I’m really pissing McCollin off with this already. If he finds out I’m leaking names –”
“Well I’ll tell you this for free, no one down this way’ll take kindly to someone in Ministry robes poking their nose around,” he says darkly.
You sigh and take a sip from your drink. “I know.”
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You leave just past midnight, giving Mori a wave as you grab your cloak and head for the door, already reaching for your wand to Apparate as you push it open –
You walk straight into someone. “Oh,” you exclaim, stepping back. “I'm so sorry.”
“Not at all.”
You look up at the voice in surprise, smooth and pleasant and velvety. The face behind it is even better; he’s very, very beautiful. Black hair in tidy waves, dark, hooded eyes lined with sooty lashes, full lips, angled jaw, and all his fine features illuminated by the glow from the pub behind you as he pushes the door wide and holds it for you, stepping aside with a polite twist to his lips to let you out first.
If you’d met him anywhere else you might have blushed, but here, now, you have to resist the urge to arch a brow. He’s not exactly what you’d normally expect from customers of Moribund’s.
“Thank you,” you say evenly, stepping past him and rather theatrically hoping he’s not some sort of pretty-faced creature that would strike when your back’s turned –
“You’re from the Ministry?”
You hesitate. His question was perfectly curious and well-warranted – the purple robes you were still wearing were also not what one might normally expect from customers of Moribund’s. “I am,” you say quietly, pulling out your wand.
“Are you here on business or for pleasure?” he smiles a little. It makes him even more beautiful. It makes you more suspicious.
“A bit of both,” you say truthfully, thinking of your conversation with Mori.
“Rather strange for someone of your profession to patron a place like this,” says the young man, head tilting a fraction.
You hesitate for a moment, but if he intends on giving you trouble, it feels like a good idea to establish that you have people looking out for you around here. “I’m friends with the barman.”
“In which case it's odd I’ve not seen you more, then,” he says very smoothly, the little twist to his lips returning, “since I’m something of a regular.”
But you’ve had quite enough. “You’re letting the warmth out,” you say politely, inclining your head at the door he’s still holding open as you lift your wand. “Enjoy your drinks.”
“Would you care to join me?”
You hesitate, eyes flicking back to the young man. His head is still tilted slightly as he watches you, and suddenly you can’t tell if the curl to his lips is more attractive or unnerving.
“I’d very much like the company,” he smiles, white, straight teeth, too handsome, too gorgeous.
Alarm bells are going off in your head. Too smarmy. He knows he’s beautiful, that much was certain, and something about him is giving you the creeps in a way that feels strangely familiar. Like you’ve met him before. “No,” you say clearly, “but thanks for the invitation.”
“Ah, I should have known that someone like you would already be spoken for,” he says with a knowing nod, charming and good-natured.
“No,” you frown. You can’t tell what’s rubbing you the wrong way about him, but there’s something.
His brow lifts slightly, like your response surprised him. “Not a fan of the drink, then?”
You snort a light laugh. “No, I am.”
There’s a beat of silence. “An early morning, perhaps?” the young man says just as lightly – though there’s a very faint edge to his expression that you clock at once. He can’t figure out why you’ve rejected him. What an arrogant asshole…
You sigh a bit shortly, liking him less by the second. “Goodnight,” you say pointedly, trying to lift your wand again but –
“Have I offended you somehow, madam?” he asks, sounding slightly amused. “If I have it wasn’t my intention to do so.”
You shoot him a look that is unapologetically annoyed. “You haven’t offended me, you’ve disrespected me,” you say curtly.
His eyes sparkle, his lips curl even more. “By asking you to join me for a drink?”
“By refusing to take my answer graciously,” you retort smoothly, “I said no. I don’t appreciate being cajoled.”
Some of the humour dissipates from his face, and you seize the opportunity to escape.
“Goodnight.”
And you lift your wand in a swift motion and vanish before he can interrupt again.
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Hi! What do you think how would the house of ashes characters react for a reader who's a rookie in the military?
Hiya Nonnyo!
This is a little hard because we don’t know how long they had been in the military before the game - are they newbies too or have years of experience. Tho i must say: Salim's and Eric’s rank is more clear, Salim being in the military for some time now, being a luitantet, and Eric as well - i think it’s kinda realistic to have a rank in the air forces by the age 35, and it being pretty prominent, so with Rachel as well, in the CIA. (I think in their bio pages, they only referred as officers in the air force/cia so idk how it works, how their ranking is within their fields, and within the mixed team) And the other wobbly area is Jason’s rank. He’s 30, could only achieve lieutenant rank since age 28 - and he mentioned he joined the army after 9/11? So basically he got the lieutenant rank shortly after joining?? IDK it’s still foggy to me.
But let’s start it after i did my little theory time:
Salim:
Salim has a fair share of training, practices and overall has a lot of military experience.
He is a big softy as we come to know him, and cares about his fellow soldiers, people as well.
He wouldn't be so down to make your military service even more miserable than it already is, though he needs to maintain a specific… image of himself, as an officer.
Every now and then he would be happy to sneak around the laws and orders, just to make sure you're keeping up, encouraging pets on the shoulder or a quick squeeze when no one is looking.
Also he would like to avoid any punishing or unjust situation.
On the field, after making sure everyone is doing their job and working according to plan, he would check in here and there on you, just to make sure you're okay.
Eric:
Uhh well Eric first would try to test the waters, how ready you are, what can he expect from you
If we take the Air Forces, they need to be very aware of what they are doing.
It's a meticulous job, needs a lot of focusing and your brain always needs to be on top.
Eric wouldn't let you go ahead, if you're not sure what you're doing, if he sees hesitation or confusion he would let you know about your mistakes right away.
Maybe he would feel a bit guilty, how harsh he was with you, just started in this field, so he might try to ease the tension afterwards with something… a smalltalk, a joke, or just a half dropped sentence to let you know, he doesn't has beef with you, he's just very precise and serious about being in the Air Forces
And he expect no less from you as well
Rachel:
She would like to measure up your level of devotion and knowledge as well
But she would be a bit more easy going than Eric
She would tell you if your doing something wrong right away, with no icing
But she would more likely to watch her tone
She would help you gladly if there is a question, or you're seeking her help
In that case, she's all excited and polite, because she knows no one will be perfect right away in anything
If someone needs help, ask for it. She doesn't like going around by your own tho
She fears you could do something wrong, and if someone other would find you in trouble, you could get in a risky situation, without her help
Jason:
Now this man…
THIS MAN WILL TEASE YOU TILL DEATH
He would be like: Yeah newbies now let's see whacca do now *throws you into the mud*
He's a marine, and a luitanet by the age 30: he worked his ass off to get here
So he expects some serious devotion and commitment
He's ready to yell down your head from your neck – after all something- someone needs to make you tough for the job
But he doesn't do this because he's a jerk and finds enjoyment in this (okay maybe a little amusement because "yeah that's right feel what i needed to feel as a pioneer")
But he knows where the lines are of being a teacher and a dick
He's always there to back you up, making sure you're okay
After all Semper Fi - everyone is important in the team, equally
After some teasing he would actually be the nicest of all - letting you know what you should do to avoid trouble, or what to expect from the upcoming events, even trying to make sure you won't get serious punishments.
Nick:
Nicky would be the chillest of all, not making fuzz if you fuck something up
He would be there to help you vanish the "crime scene" telling you not to do it next time
Telling you useful tips, showing you how to get around
He knows it’s suck to be a newbie, and he would have loved it too if there would have been someone helping him out
He maybe maybe not would push you to the critical thinking, to sometimes just…well not deny orders, but just to think about if that’s order really worth following
Sneak you around in breaks, giving you “banned” stuff like cigs and beer in the back of the barracks when it isn’t allowed there
Just to chill with the others, get to know the people around you, so you can start bonding with your teammates
If you don’t know something or can’t do a specific order, he firsts tries to wait it out, maybe you can figure it out yourself
Then comes the little pushing, a little harsher attitude he picked up in boot camp
But he’s quick to realize he won’t get you nowhere with yelling, so he tries to encourage you more, trying to lead you to the solution
I think beside Nicky would be the best to start military practice
Joey:
Joey is - i think- is the youngest of the group and his dislike towards field work is understandable
He would be very compassionate, because he’s in the same shoes as you, only that he finally found his team, who are accepted him and teasing became more friendly
He would try to help you, show how things work, maybe not in the best way
I think he’s just as much of a tease as Jason, but he’s quick to get embarrassed and flushed, so he would quit it quickly
Helping you out on the field duties wouldn’t be his dream job, he could get annoyed fast, urging you to do better, just to be done with it, but afterwards he would let you know you did a great job (regardless how you really did)
Now with the table work, he would be a show off, trying to impress how good he is in his job
If you have some problems, he’s right there, taking care of it, while explaining to you the stuff, making himself look all the smarty-pants
Merwin:
God help you if this man happens to be your mentor.
Merwin is a tease -along with Jase and Joey but - THIS MAN IS ON ANOTHER LEvEL
He would fuck around constantly, teasing and pissing you off
Help? What help? You should know how to do this kiddo. He would stand next to you dead silent, watching you suffer with an pleased smirk
After all, what's the fun in newbies if you can’t play with them a little?
But all jokes aside, when he had his fair share of torturing you, he would actually give you some help/guidance to the things.
But of don’t expect full on helping help, just little tips, maybe a half coherent comment how he does things
If the case is really bad, and he notices you start to go into panic mode, with annoyed mumbling to himself, he would step in, showing you how to “really” solve that, with his Merwin-style.
Of course he would never want to put you into danger, where you could seriously hurt yourself, or to get a harsh punishment, but he will drag everything out as much as he can - until he steps in to be “the hero of the day”
Yeah starting with Merwin would be a damn rollercoaster, 2/10, would not recommend for your nerves
Clarice:
Dr. Stokes is a chill, confident woman, she would let your hand go, when she knows things are safe
I think Clarice would show things first, just in case to make sure nothing catastrophic would happen, then she would let you do the gig
You make a mistake? Can she fix it? Yes? Then no problem. No? Then…uhh she can get into a moody vibe, snapping at little thing for a while, until she cools down, but she never means it seriously
Would ruffle your feathers for a while, after a mistake, just in case you know, even if she goes easy on you most of the time, you need to be more precise and focused
Because if she won’t be there next time, what would you do? You need to learn to do things without her help
But overall, no bickering, no fucking around without reason, just the slight teasing, which just for ti make the athmophere lighter.
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DNP Rewatch: Exposing Our Instagram Explore Pages!
Date video was published: 03/07/2018 (X)
DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 373
The first joint video of 2018, but there are many more coming!
0:00 - also the first main channel video with Dan’s silver hoop earring
0:04 - gotta admire Phil’s commitment to doing a different intro bit in every joint video, lol
0:42 - that is slightly terrifying
0:47 - do they really need to get to know each other more at this point haha
0:53 - Dan foresees a lot of editing-out for this one... “this might end up exposing us in ways that we weren’t prepared for.
1:09 - “I pull your chair out, tuck you in, and send you off on the adventure” wtf Phil...and Dan with “and you wonder why I didn’t send you Christmas cards”
1:28 - the betrayal and that selfie from Phil...surprisingly good aim from Dan
1:52 - they immediately find that hilarious... “it’s just who I want to look at” okay Phil
2:20 - I love Dan’s reaction to the scenery
2:31 - it’s fun pausing this video to see what’s there that they don’t click on and discuss
2:55 - omg. and Dan! “if we were holding that between us...”
3:16 - did not click on the half naked men in tubs I see
3:35 - such different reactions to that slime
4:10 - “save them to your camera role for later in the day” um 😳
4:17 - that looks delicious
4:25 - “I want you to shove it up my ass” ...they sure say a lot of things in this video
4:39 - “cake, dogs, and things that are weirdly sexual” ...Instagram has got Phil figured out pretty well
4:52 - “imagining that feeling of pressing your fingers down” Phil...Phil. 😳
4:57 - a very rare Phil editing error with the black bar on the side there. the turn-around time on this video was quick so I’m guessing he didn’t review it as much as normal
5:12 - personal space does not exist
5:22 - there are quite a few pregnancy-related things on Phil’s page that they don’t click on
5:38 - “that’s my ideal video” that look Phil gave to the camera makes me think he knows that was saying a lot
5:49 - mmmmm...I don’t know about this
5:56 - neither of them like this one
6:17 - of course when Phil imagines himself in that, he imagines Dan as the other person
6:26 - “Phil watches Riverdale for the plots” 😂
6:40 - Dan looks so proud that he made Phil laugh at that
6:58 - yeah this is just disturbing
7:08 - jesus christ
7:17 - “we’ve all flagged you in our minds” perfect
7:20 - tiny nose boop 🥺 and the “Danny”
7:26 - Phil’s not going to let him get away with that
7:39 - first picture on Dan’s grid at this time was from their Oscars party (which Phil fell asleep during again too)
7:43 - dying 😂 not at all subtle there on what Instagram thinks Dan wants. Phil is finding it hilarious
8:03 - and Drag Race. seems about right
8:10 - more little face touches
8:13 - Dan has managed to take his phone back but Phil is so excited he’s bouncing, lol
8:24 - Dan tries so hard to explain
8:44 - adorable dog...Phil is speechless and then squeaks 😊
8:48 - “I’d nibble on that sausage” ...Phil’s turn to make a face at something Dan says rather than the other way round
8:53 - well that’s a nice one
9:22 - Phil is not letting Dan get away with any of his excuses for things in this
9:45 - Phil is really quite smiley in this video
9:55 - ahahaha Dan’s face at that one
10:12 - “a big fight indeed...it’s me and you” oh 🥺
10:20 - a very touch-y Phil in this video
10:23 - Phil is not wrong about that being something Dan would wear 😂
10:43 - the cymbal crash in the background is great
10:51 - oh my god...it took Dan so long to see it correctly
11:21 - Dan should be scared at this point haha
11:52 - “divers, dogs, and fur suits” 😂
11:55 - air-quotes “style” twice to make sure we get it! Phil does not give a shit in this video
12:16 - don’t know about the wording of that
12:41 - LMAO at Phil’s map drawing
12:44 - “so much time with me on a bus” Dan can’t even look upset about it
13:02 - Dan saying “that was creative” about Phil’s last video 🥺
This is often considered a “damage control” video after Trying To Live My Truth and Dan’s following live show. I’m just going to link to @yikesola‘s thoughts on that, because Renee explains it much better than I could.
But in hindsight this is just a fun joint video, and even at the time, if you were just a casual fan without any of that context, I don’t think you would notice anything “off.” Although they were being extremely loud. The glass closet was definitely getting more and more transparent in 2018.
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