Darling, What Did You Expect? (Zach Mitchell X Reader)
Fandom: Jurassic World Pairing: Zach Mitchell X Reader Word Count: 4,311 Prompt(s): Zach is 18 and the reader is 2 years older and he has a giant crush on her, but she has the kind of mindset that anyone younger than her is still a kid. He tries to prove her wrong. I was thinking there could be awkward parts for laughs and fluff + Maybe a love/hate relationship kind of thing with Zach from Jurassic World? Cause I feel like he’d be really good at antagonizing people haha. Sorry I didn’t follow them exactly, but I hope you like this, nonnies!! <333 Author’s Note: I like to imagine that in the film, Gray is like eleven and Zach is like sixteen, and in this, Gray is thirteen and Zach is eighteen!! (: Also I have this headcanon that Zach listens to Fall Out Boy??? And also that Gray is 100% a band kid. ((:
“Your name is Gray, right?” You asked, walking up to the boy and raising an eyebrow.
He nodded as he put away his trombone.
“I just wanted to say that you did a really good job today.” You leaned slightly closer and lowered your voice conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re a lot better than most of the eighth graders I’ve taught.”
Gray chuckled, and you smiled.
“Do you take lessons, or are you just naturally gifted?” You didn’t want to hold the kid back, but band was sixth period and you didn’t think his parent was here to pick him up yet.
“Naturally gifted.” He said sheepishly. You grinned.
“Naturally gifted people are often the best musicians.” You frowned at him after a moment. “Lucky duck. I play violin, and it took me three years to get even kind of good at it. Anyways,” You started, swiping your purse off your desk and slinging it over your shoulder. “I should let you go.” You looked out the window of the band room. “Your parent is probably here.”
Gray shook his head immediately. “My parents are divorced, so I’m staying with my mom right now, but she’s at work and needed my brother to pick me up. I’m pretty sure he’s going to forget.”
You rolled your eyes. “Brothers are the worst. I’ll wait outside with you, if you want?” Gray nodded enthusiastically, and you followed him out of the room, locking the door on your way out.
You sat on the steps leading up to the school, and you chatted more about Gray’s taste in music and what instruments he’d like to play in the future while you waited for his brother to show up.
An hour later, and Gray’s brother still hadn’t shown up. You glanced at your watch and huffed at the time, climbing to your feet.
“Okay, your brother officially sucks.” You said and offered Gray a hand to help him up. “Can I drive you home? I don’t think your brother’s gonna show up anytime soon.”
He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”
You grinned. “Awesome! I can show you this great band in the car. You ever heard of Fall Out Boy?”
“I think my brother listens to them, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard one of their songs.”
“Your brother has good taste in music, I’ll give him that. No, but seriously, they’re amazing.” You said enthusiastically as you unlocked the doors to a __f/c__, vintage Volkswagen Beetle. You slid into the front seat while Gray climbed into the passenger seat, and before you even buckled up, you fiddled with the CD player that you had gotten installed in your car and pressed play.
Instantly, the sound of Fall Out Boy’s Young Volcanoes filled the air, and you couldn’t help but sing along as you started to drive. Gray wrinkled his eyebrows together in confusion as you drove, and it wasn’t until you pulled up at the grocery store that you realized you hadn’t told him where you were going.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry! I figured you’d be hungry and since your brother is kind of a jerk I wanted to treat you to some ice cream or something. We don’t have to though, I just thought it’d be fun.”
Gray was already getting out of the car, beaming at you excitedly. “That sounds awesome! You are the best substitute teacher ever.”
You grinned back as you pulled the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them in your purse, following Gray into the store.
“Pick out whatever you want, kiddo.”
Thirty minutes and almost fifty dollars later (believe it or not, only fifteen of those were spent on things purposely chosen by Gray, the other thirty five was spent on stuff that you wanted Gray to try and a Fall Out Boy CD so he didn’t need to borrow his brother’s), you were back in your car, both licking ice cream cones that were quickly melting.
“Okay, so, how do I get to your house?” You asked as you started your car while simultaneously trying not to drop your ice cream.
Gray gave you directions, and in no time, you were pulling into the driveway of a cute, suburban house. You parked your car and hopped out, carrying the bag of stuff for Gray and walking up to the front door.
You pounded on it with more force than necessary (but seriously, who leaves their thirteen year old brother alone at school for an hour and a half?), and you blinked in surprise several times when a shirtless guy opened the door. He had a towel haphazardly tied around his waist, water dripping from his hair, and a confused tilt to his lips that was kind of adorable.
Basically, he looked like a model for Abercrombie and Fitch and god damn it assholes were not allowed to be hot!
“Do I know you?” Gray’s brother asked, and made no move to adjust the towel that was hanging ridiculously low on his hips.
You shook your head. “You don’t know me, but you do know Gray. You know, your brother? Who you were supposed to pick up? School ended an hour and a half ago.” You gestured at the sandy-blonde haired boy to your left.
He waved, and Gray’s hot brother smacked a hand to his forehead. “Oh my god, Gray, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”
Gray shrugged. “It’s fine.” He turned to look at you and grinned before throwing his arms around you, surprising both you and his brother. “Ms. __l/n__ gave me a ride home.”
You smiled at him as he pulled away. “It’s __y/n__, Gray. Ms. __l/n__ makes me feel old.”
“How old are you, exactly?” Gray’s brother chimed in, and you turned to look at him.
“Too old for you.” You answered and ruffled Gray’s hair before walking back to your car. Zach’s mouth had fallen open at your response, and Gray carefully leaned up and shut it.
“Don’t wanna catch flies, do you?” He said, and chuckled to himself at the affronted look on Zach’s face.
“Whose side are you on?”
“The side of the person who gave me a ride home.” Gray said simply, looking down at his bag of new stuff excitedly. You were the coolest teacher ever.
“See you around, Gray.” You called out to the younger Mitchell brother, waving at him as you drove away.
“…Was she listening to Fall Out Boy?” Zach asked, looking at his little brother in surprise.
“Woah.” Zach said.
You were kind of ridiculously awesome (and hot), and Zach found himself hoping that he could see you again.
“You want me to stay?” Your week of being a substitute teacher for Gray’s band class was almost over, but the principal had called you to her office and offered you a full time position. They had been trying, and failing, to locate a full-time band teacher, and all the kids loved you, so they thought they’d at least see if you were interested in the position.
You thought about it for a moment.
You had never really liked being a substitute, most kids were brats, and music was the one thing you were actually trained in. Maybe being a real teacher would be fun.
“Okay.” You said, and the principal grinned.
“Great! We’ll see you on Monday, then.”
“How would you guys feel about doing a play?” You asked, three weeks later. You had decorated your classroom now, and it was filled with posters for bands and musicals and in your opinion, it looked awesome.
“Depends on the type of play, I guess.” A girl with a pixie cut piped up from behind her flute.
“A musical, of course.”
You heard murmurs from your class, and most of them seemed to like the idea.
“I was thinking we could do The Little Mermaid. There’s plenty of roles for everyone, and you guys can totally show off your talents by playing the music. I’d need to teach you a couple of dances, but I think it could be fun.” You said, shrugging.
“I’m in.” Gray, who had become your star pupil, added, and you grinned.
“Awesome! I kind of already approved it with the school, so,” You grabbed a giant notepad from behind your desk and propped it up on a music stand. “I took the liberty of drafting up a list of characters, we can add more, of course, but these are just the main ones, so, yeah. Who wants to be Ariel?”
You were expecting people to be fighting over the role, so you were surprised when no one raised their hand.
“No one, really? She’s so fun to play!” Still, no one volunteered, so you went onto the next role. “The Prince?” A couple people whispered to each other, but no one volunteered for that either.
You went through the rest of the cast list easily, and when everyone that wanted a role got one, you looked back at the notepad and sighed. You still needed an Ariel and a prince. It appeared that none of your students wanted to play the leads (you couldn’t blame them; you had played Sandy in a play in high school and you were shaking pretty much the whole time), so you were going to have to find someone else to do it.
When school got out, you kept Gray behind. “Hey, Gray, are you sure you don’t want to be the prince? I think you could do a really good job with it.”
He shook his head. “I’m really happy with Flounder, actually, sorry.” Gray looked you up and down. “Why don’t you play Ariel?”
“What? No. I can’t! I need to direct the play and conduct you guys during the really intense musical parts.”
“I’m pretty sure you can do that and still play Ariel.” Gray pointed out. “Why not? Your voice is awesome, and you’d probably do the part better than any of us could.”
“I mean, I guess I could. I already know all of the songs but I still need someone to play the prince.”
“Leave that to me.” Gray said, and you did not trust the mischievous smile that stretched across his lips.
“Gray,” You started, but Gray didn’t let you finish.
“I’ve got this! Trust me!” He called out over his shoulder as he bounded out of the room.
“Do you remember my teacher that you’re madly in love with?” Gray asked, stepping into Zach’s room without knocking.
Zach rolled his eyes as he took off his headphones. “I was not madly in love with her.” Zach objected, and Gray shrugged.
“Sure you weren’t. Anyways, we’re doing a concert/play thing for The Little Mermaid in band and she’s going to play Ariel, but she needs a prince.”
“Okay.” Zach said, waiting for Gray to continue.
When Gray said nothing but continued to stare at him, Zach blinked in surprise.
“Me? You think I should be the prince?”
“Yeah! You obviously like her, and you’d get to kiss her for the play.”
Zach narrowed his eyes at Gray. “First off, why are you helping me?”
Gray shrugged. “I think she liked you too. And she’s super awesome, and you’re kind of a jerk sometimes, but you’re pretty awesome too, and you both deserve to date somebody awesome.”
Zach smiled and ruffled Gray’s hair affectionately. “Secondly, I can’t act.”
“It’s a play for a middle school class, none of us are professional actors. Actually,” Gray said, furrowing his eyebrows. “I think __y/n__ might be.”
Gray didn’t respond, but he did climb over Zach, go to YouTube on Zach’s computer, and hastily type in “__y/n__ __l/n__ The Little Mermaid”. It brought up at least a dozen videos, and Gray clicked on one that showed a picture of a slightly younger you on a stage.
You were dressed in a __f/c__ clamshell bra, a __f/c__, sparkly, mermaid tail, and a deep red wig that actually looked pretty amazing on you. You were sitting on a rock, and as soon as Gray clicked play and Zach unhooked his headphones, your voice filled the air.
You were singing Part of Your World, and while Gray was impressed, Zach was mesmerized. If Zach thought he had a crush on you before, it was nothing compared to seeing you looking so at home.
Even though you weren’t smiling, there was a small twinkle in your eyes that let Zach know that you were happy. You were meant to be on stage.
Zach wondered vaguely why you had given up acting, but he didn’t get to voice his thoughts because Gray beat him to it.
“I wonder why she started teaching. She looks so much happier on stage.”
Zach nodded in agreement, and after watching the video for a moment longer, he spoke. “I’m in, by the way. Tell __y/n__ that I’d love to do the play if she lets me.”
Gray grinned. “I’ll tell her tomorrow.”
“What?” You asked in disbelief. “You want your brother to play the prince?”
Gray nodded. “Zach’s only a little younger than you, so it’d wouldn’t be illegal or anything for you to kiss him during the kissing scene.” Gray assured you, and you fought the urge to ruffle his hair. Gray was too adorable for words sometimes.
“How old is your brother?”
You gnawed on your lip thoughtfully. You were twenty, almost twenty one, actually, and the idea of kissing a teenager, even one as attractive as Gray’s brother, just felt wrong. You knew it was only two years, but he was still a teenager and you were an adult. It would just be weird.
Your mind flashed back to Gray’s brother’s stupid little smirk when he caught you looking at his abs, and then to his abs. Damn. The sight had practically ingrained itself into your mind.
“Okay.” You said after a moment of silence. “He can play the prince. We’re going to meet after school on Wednesdays and Thursdays for practice, let him know?”
Gray’s grin was infectious. “I will.”
“You’re late, Mr. Mitchell.” You chastised, tapping your watch as he walked onto the stage and took a seat next to Gray.
“Sorry, __y/n__, it won’t happen again.”
“It had better not. And it’s Ms. __l/n__ to you.” You responded, and you could hear a light “Ooooh” spread throughout your students. You always encouraged everyone to call you __y/n__, so it was odd to hear you asking someone to call you by your last name.
“Yes, ma'am.” Zach said easily, leaning back on his hands and looking up at you as you ran through your notes for the practice. He didn’t think he was imagining the slight blush that dusted your cheeks for the first five minutes of the meeting.
A month later, and Zach was just as unbearably attractive as before.
You, Gray, and Zach were the only ones who had showed up for practice on this particular Wednesday (you thought Gray might’ve had something to do with it as he had mysteriously disappeared to the bathroom twenty minutes ago), and Zach was becoming way too good of an actor. You were in the middle of practicing the Kiss the Girl scene (you had to play the song off your phone since no one had showed up, traitors), and it was awful.
It involved a lot of Zach looking at you longingly and you pretending not to notice, and you knew he was too young for you but you were finding it seriously hard not to kiss him.
The music swelled in the air, and you fiddled with your hair and looked over at Zach, and you had to pretend to be surprised to find him staring at you. You straightened up and smiled at him, and you both leaned in, before Zach leaned back away and pretended to focus on his rowing. You forced a pout onto your face, and after a moment of just letting the music play, Zach as Prince Eric spoke.
“I feel really bad not knowing your name,” He said and smiled at you, and god why did your heart feel like it was going to pound right out of your chest??? “Maybe I can guess.”
You nodded at him hopefully.
“Is it, ah, Mildred?” You made a face and shook your head. Zach chuckled, and fucking hell why did he have such a cute laugh? “Okay, no. How about Dianna?” You shook your head again. “Rachel?”
“Ariel, her name is Ariel.” Sebastian’s voice came floating out of your phone, and Zach pretended to contemplate that for a moment.
“Ariel?” He tried again, and you nodded, grabbing his hand excitedly. “That’s kinda pretty. Okay. Ariel.” Zach said and smiled at you.
Your hands were locked together now (you couldn’t help but notice just how nice it felt to hold his hands), and the music increased in volume as you and Zach pretended to float on a boat.
You and Zach both leaned towards each other, slowly letting your faces get closer. You both puckered your lips, and you watched Zach’s eyes slip closed. You knew you were supposed to do the same thing, but as you leaned forward and the music continued to play, you just couldn’t do it. There was nothing to stop you from kissing; at this part in the play, someone was supposed to be rocking your boat but A) you hadn’t finished making the boat yet and B) there was no one there to rock the boat. You could kiss Zach, no one would know, but instead, when Zach’s face was only centimeters from yours, you turned your head to the side.
Zach’s lips brushed your cheek, and his eyes flicked open, revealing the hurt in them. You looked away immediately, grabbed your phone, and climbed to your feet. You paused the music and stuffed it in the pocket of your sweater, frowning at the confused expression on Zach’s face.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, waving at him and dashing from the room.
The moment you were gone, Zach groaned and pressed his face into his hands. He should’ve known that Gray’s plan wouldn’t work. You were mature and beautiful and you had a job, and Zach was just an unemployed kid who still lived with his parents.
Zach’s crush on you had only grown in the month that he had really gotten to know you, and he wanted to kiss you more than he had wanted anything in his life.
“How’d it go?” Gray asked, stepping into the room and frowning when he saw the melancholy expression on his older brother’s face. “Dang. I really thought that would work.”
“Thanks for trying, little bro, but I don’t think she likes me.” Zach sighed. “I’ll just…” Zach groaned again, burying his face into his knees. How could he show his face around you now? If you hadn’t known before that he liked you, you did now. And you would almost certainly start treating him like the child you thought he was and fuck just thinking about it made his heart ache.
“She does.” Gray insisted, rubbing his brother’s shoulder comfortingly. “I just need to get her to admit it.”
The next month of practices were brutal. An awkward sort of tension had blossomed between you and Zach, and, of course, your students noticed. They didn’t comment on it, but you knew that they felt it.
Hell, you were pretty sure that the janitor who had wandered into the band room to clean one Thursday had felt it.
And it was killing you. You and Zach had developed a sort of love/hate relationship. He’d tease you, and you’d sass him right back, but now, Zach rarely spoke during practice unless he had a line. Even then, he could rarely look you in the eye.
You held him back one day after practice to try and figure out what had happened. You knew it had something to do with the Kiss the Girl incident, but you thought that he had understood why you couldn’t kiss him.
“What’s wrong, Zach?” You asked, genuine concern bleeding through your tone. You were worried. Zach had lost all of the passion he had developed for acting.
He shook his head, ducking his face away from your gaze. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” You rarely swore, so the sudden curse made him tilt his head up to look at you in surprise. “You hate me for not kissing you, don’t you? I’m sorry. I can’t kiss you. If I kiss you, I’m not going to be able to stop and you’re still just a teenager and you’re just too young for me and-”
Zach interrupted your rambling by pressing a finger to your lips. “Go back for a minute, please?” There was a ghost of the smile that you had loved and missed so much resting on his face, and it made your heart somersault.
"I can’t kiss you before the play starts or I’ll never want to stop. I like you, okay? But I’m almost three years older than you and normally that wouldn’t bother me but you’re still a teenager, damn it, and I teach teenagers, Zach! What do you want me to do?“
Zach’s face was suddenly right near yours, and his brown eyes were staring into your __e/c__ ones with an intensity that surprised you. "I want you to kiss me.”
You gaped at him for a moment. “Zach, I literally just told you why I can’t do that.”
“Please.” The way he said please made you feel like someone had just ripped your heart in two, so without thinking about the consequences, you surged forwards and crashed your lips onto his. He responded immediately, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you back eagerly.
He backed you up into a wall, taking control of the kiss, and you gave it to him willingly. Zach nibbled gently on your lower lip, and you opened your mouth obediently, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue fight with yours and fisted your hands in his hair, tugging him closer to you. You needed to feel his body against yours.
He came willingly, his body molding and bending against yours as he kissed you deeply. He pulled away after a moment, and you could hear his labored breathing, so similar to your own. You opened your mouth to speak, you didn’t know what you were going to say yet but you were going to come up with something, when his lips attached themselves to your neck. You let out a squeak in surprise before relaxing into the sensation of him licking and nipping and sucking on your throat.
“Zach,” You groaned, reluctantly pulling him away from your skin. “The show is in two days, I can’t have marks.”
Zach smiled at you sheepishly. “Too late.”
“You asshole,” You whined, turning your head to the side and poking lightly at the pale purple flesh. That was going to darken ridiculously, you could tell.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” He said and pressed another quick kiss to your lips in apology.
The final two rehearsals for the show went swimmingly (pun completely intended) now that the tension between you and Zach had dissipated. Everyone had cheered when you and Zach showed up to rehearsal together, your hands linked and your smiles soft and shy (no one had cheered louder than Gray, though).
Finally, it was opening night for the show, and you were way more nervous than you expected.
“I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?” You asked, obsessively smoothing out your tail. Zach caught your hands in his and brought you into a soothing kiss.
“I don’t know. Why are you nervous? You’ve done this play like a dozen times.”
“I know, but-wait, how’d you know that?” You looked at your boyfriend in confusion. “I didn’t tell you about that yet.”
“Gray figured it out and he showed me one of the videos. You were amazing, by the way. But I bet you’re gonna do even better tonight.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because I’m your prince and sparks fly whenever we’re around each other.”
You snorted. “That was cheesy as hell.”
Zach grinned. “I know. But you’re not freaking out anymore, so I must’ve done something right.”
You seemed to contemplate it for a moment before leaning up and kissing him sweetly. “You’ve done everything right.” You looked at your neck to make sure that the mark Zach had left on you was completely covered up with makeup. You didn’t need the parents of your students to see your hickey.
“It’s covered, don’t worry.” Zach said, and you knew he was bummed out about it. He liked seeing the mark on you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, catching him in a quick embrace that surprised him until you spoke, your voice a low whisper in his ear. “I’ll let you leave as many marks as you want once the show’s over, okay?”
Zach smiled. “Can’t wait.”
The show went amazingly, all your band kids nailed their musical numbers and all your actors were incredible. Ticket sales were so high that the principal requested you do one more week of performances, which all your students happily agreed to (Zach was not so enthusiastic about that).
When the final performance ended, Zach dragged you into your makeshift dressing room and pinned you to the wall before everyone had even vacated the auditorium.
Needless to say, by the time you drove to your apartment, there were half a dozen fresh love bites littering your neck.
Happy Birthday, Kat and Peter! This is part one of your gift from me today~ Sorry I don’t have part two yet it’s a little more difficult than I thought, but I will prevail!
On a more serious note, Kat, I want you to know that you are a really great friend to me and you always know how to make me laugh or smile and I’m so much better for knowing you. And Peter, I may not know you, or even know much about you, but I would like to thank you for being there for Kat and an amazing brother and inspiration for her. From what I can tell you bring each other happiness and I think that’s just so wonderful and important. Thank you both for being such amazing people.
A/N: I’m really liking how this series is coming along. I didn’t plan for it to be one but, here we are! Let’s hope it ends happily. P.s. We’re gonna learn a lot more about Gabe’s feelings in the upcoming chapters so be ready for that hell….
Request: Made by @murdochinthetardis for a Gabriel x reader where Gabriel is transformed into a Corgi. Also part of her separate request “Alright, you know how much of a Gabe girl I am so if you’ve got time, here’s a request: The reader summons a cherub to find out if it’s possible for an angel to fall in love with a human and Gabriel overhears?”
Chapter summary: The reader and Gabe have a little talk after things go down, some things ensue….
‘Hey Whiskey. How are you?’ No. Nope. You deleted the text with urgency.
‘I just think it’s funny how-’ Fuck! You sighed as you deleted yet another text message. You wanted to talk to him, but then again you didn’t. You wanted to hold and kiss him and profess your love to him. But, you also wanted him to suffer. To feel how you did. Which is why you were here now; laying on a not so shabby motel bed battling yourself. Dean had invited you on a hunt after hearing what happened in the bunker. Both boys were livid with Gabe and agreed that you needed air, so while Sam stayed back, you and Dean hunted a ghost in Wyoming.
Your fingers ghosted over the keypad on your phone before you rolled your eyes and set it down. Instead, you decided to distract yourself quickly. Dean had left to celebrate at a bar about twenty minutes ago. Of course he begged you to come with, but you were too tired to go out.
Or at least that’s what you told him. Actually, you were still hooked on Gabriel, and the thought of another guy coming onto you really twisted inside you. God, why were you like this?
Omg why did the Kookmin World video (watch?v=821P20XN7pU) get taken down? D: ... I'm the 3-part anon by the way, thanks so much for answering my ask with such a long reply I loved it so much <3, I laughed so hard at "wart on his dick" omg crying. Still stunned by the video analysis \o/~~~~
I think Kookmin World took it down themselves, they seem to do that quite a lot (I think around 4-5 videos were deleted by them).
Thank you for your anon!! I really love receiving messages so I wanted to try and answer with a long reply to get all my emotions out!
Also, I think it’s logical to ask your bro what your weird dick-wart is, so I had to add that in there lol.I’m also so just shocked at the video analysis like it’s the only thing my mind let’s me think about.
OMG Thank you for gifing KPOP part I laughed so much xD Do you like KPOP? Just wondering if any other Pewdiepie fans like KPOP
not really the kind of a k-pop fan that is in love with any boy bands or something but i do like a few music vids and i can appreciate k-pop as a cultural product
because i’m literally dying for everything about eastern asian cultures tbf
I once crawled up to the shogun seat from the back and I fell in between the console and the back seats and I started laughing and had to be helped up but I've become much better at it since then lol aND SAM'S IMPRESSION OF STEVE OMG 😆 😍👏👍👌💖
Dude, it’s not an easy or graceful task! hahaha! I imagined the reader literally just falling into Sam’s lap! Sam is a mess! He’s just a goof. I love him so much!
Seriously, I had to draw SOMETHING after that chapter because while all the flashbacks in all of metawohoo’s fics are fantastic, this one just took the cake. I think it was because of all the squinting. It was definitely the squinting.
But yeah, this is pretty rough, mostly because I was going to go for a ‘Doodle Dump’ kind of thing but I started coloring and gave up after just the two, so yeah. I mean, they’re not even in an actual scenery or facing each other for that matter. Ok I’ll stop talking now. Just you all go read all of metawohoo’s fics, they’re absolutely amazing, all of them. All. Of. Them.
Hey, so I just wanted to say that I love your new fic "Cleanliness is next to Clumsiness" a whole freaking lot!!❤❤ Your playful Tony is amazing and I love the way you describe his laugh, it's just beautiful. Also I was having a really awful day and this made it so much better and I just wanted to say thank you and that as always your writing is beautiful and amazing just like you 😘 thank you
aww, I am sorry for your bad day, but I am happy I could make it better!!
and omg, thank you for lovely words ❤
I am a bit in love with RDJ’s laugh and those description parts were a tribute to his laughter ;D
and thank you for writing to me and sharing your thoughts, your message made my day better!!
“Seriously?!?! I get to be on stage with you guys?!?” you exclaim, totally surprised. The guys all nod, laughing. “OMG, thank you so much!” you shout, hugging Bart. “No problem, kid,” he laughs. “Are you excited, babe?” Cam winks. You smile widely, nodding. Jacob cracks his knuckles and walks in between you and Cameron. He glared at Cam before turning to you.
“I’m so happy for you!” he says, giving you a hug. “Thanks, Jacob,” you smile, hugging him back. You all walk back to the hotel and start sound check. You all fooled around and you watched the guys ride their hoverboards around the arena. Bart told you the rules and what to do up on stage. He also said that you can stay at the meet and greet and watch.
When it was showtime, everyone was in the back room. You could hear all the screaming girls and got nervous. You bit your lip and started playing with your fingers. The guys saw this and came up to give you hugs, calm you down, and tell you to have fun. You were announced second to last, after Jacob, and before Cam. He gave you a pat on the back as you ran out.
“Y/n y/l/n!” Bart announced. All the fans screamed and you went and high-fived them. “OMG! IT’S Y/N!!” some of them screamed and you giggled. You all goofed around on stage and entertained the fans. You were having so much fun and the fans seemed to love you. Jacob kept grinning at you and an idea popped into your head.
“Hey guys! Do you wanna make a Musical.ly??!” you shouted into the mic and the fans roared. You filmed one and so did Cam, Taylor, and Jacob. “I love you guys so much! Thanks for coming!” you said at the end of the event. It went straight to the meet and greet. Tables were set up and all the guys stood behind them.
There were so many fans in line and the guys wanted to meet every single one of them. The security guards let them through, one at a time. You stood in the back, watching. The fans were extremely happy to finally meet their idols and you thought it was sweet how much the guys cared for them. “Hey, y/n?” a voice asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
There was a fan standing in front of you. “Yeah, sweetie?” you said. “I was wondering if I could get a picture with you. Do you think you can sign my shirt, too?” she asks, hopefully. “Of course!” you grin. She takes out her phone and you hand it to Bart. You both smile for the first pic. Then, you both make silly faces and laugh.
You sign her Magcon sweatshirt and give her a hug before she moves on. “Hey, y/n. We’re all going to take group pictures with the fans,” Bart calls, waving you over to the guys. Cameron, Taylor, Carter, and Christian stand while you, Jacob, Daniel, and Dylan sit in chairs in front of them. The fans each come to take a pic. You take out your phone and go on Snapchat.
“But first, lemme take a selfie!” you shout, crossing your eyes and sticking out your tongue. The guys all laugh before making weird faces. You take the pic and put it on your story. “Y/n, you’re really fitting in,” Cam says. Bart replies, “Yes, yes she is. She’s part of the Magcon family now!”
Posted ;D Part 4 coming soon!Make sure to check out my last post. Love you<3
Why do you care? Fake ah crew!Michael x Best Friend!Cockbite!Reader
OMG when i got sent this promt i was like “ imma cry” and then i wrote it and i was like “ imMA CRYYYYYY” but seriously tho i love this prompt so f*cking much and might do more parts to it if you guys want?I’m really proud of this, so i hope you guys enjoy and hope it brought you was much pain as it did to me.
“ You really gonna go down that easy punk?” The man sneered as he swung at michael, who dodged and sent him a glare.
Michael laughed and spat on the floor, blood dribbling down his lip.This was his last round for the night, and the guy was huge.But Michael needed the cash and was a frequent in this fight club. So now way in hell was he going down.
“ You don’t know a lot about me, do you fuckface?” Michael asked and raised his fist. “ So i’ll tell ya a little somethin’ about me-’
The man fell down with a loud thud as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Michael grinned as the crowd went crazy.
“ I don’t go down easy.” He said and walked off before going up to the big man, the one who runs the fight club.
“ Nice job jonesy.” He said with a smile and Michael glared.
“ Thanks, “ He said harshly and reached out for the cash, only for the man to retracted his hand.
“ You know..” He began and Michael groaned. Every goddamn time with this guy.” I got a job that would be great for you, there’s a guy who owes me, rough him up for me?” He asked and Michael shook his head.
“ I’ve told you this before Mark, i don’t to personal offers.” He said and mark scoffed.
“ How about you go tell that to your little toy y/n huh?” He asked smugly and Michael felt his blood boil. Oh that was the last straw.
He grabbed mark by the neck…but froze when you called out.
“ Jesus Christ Jones.” You sighed. “ Just leave the bastard alone and let’s go, i am your ride anyways.” You said and Michael nodded.
“ Fine.” He said and took his cash, sending mark a deadly look. “ Be lucky she’s here or you’d be dead. See you next week markie.” He said and caught up with you and took in your look.
You wore your usual attire, a muscle shirt (that was his) a pair of shorts and a crooked grin.Your body was covered in bloody bruises and cuts from your fights of the nights, but the thickening of your wallet and your mood made it clear you were victorious.
“ So, you kick-ass tonight?” He asked and you grinned.
“ Hell yeah, what’d you expect?” you asked and he chuckled, your attitude always lifted his mood.” What about you, heard your last round was rough.” You said and he nodded.
“ Yeah, but the guy was dumb enough to talk shit while fighting, so i hit him real hard and he went down.” He said and threw an arm around your shoulder.
“ So, how about we go get shit face drunk and then i pass out on your couch?” He asked and you laughed, your e/c eyes shining with amusement.
“ No way mikey.” You said and he whined. “ You need to save up for rent, besides i got a few beers at my place so you can get buzzed and save up.” You said and he rolled his eyes.
“ Just shut up and get in douche-bag.” You said in your car and he smirked.
“ Yes mam.”
“ Idiot.” You laughed quietly as you watch Michael sleep peacefully on your couch, cradling a beer bottle like a baby in front of your tv. You.You turned it off and threw a blanket on him before going into your own room and settling down for the night.
Many people thought of you and Michael of lovers, but it was quite the opposite. You were both best friends, two people with unfortunate luck who happened to meet in an underground fight club.Every night you would go and beat the shit out of people to earn enough money so you could stay in your shitty one room apartment.Michael fought at the same place, he was a newbie while you were a veteran there, after his first fight he got pummeled, laying on the ground with a bloody nose and black eye. Then you walk over and offer him your hand with a smile. You told him he sucked, and was probably going to die if he fought again. But before he was able to cuss you out you offered to teach him a few fighting styles so he could win. He reluctantly accepted and eventually you both became a bit of a team.
“ What an idiot, this isn’t nearly enough.” You mumbled as you looked over his earnings and sighed. “ he’s gonna go homeless if he keeps bringing in this much cash, guess i’m going out again.” You said as you slipped on your jacket, grabbing your mask and gun before heading out to the closest gas station.
You knew you should feel ashamed, guilty in any way. But you didn’t. God knows why but you knew it was going for a good cause, keeping a friend off the streets. The adrenaline pumping, the blood rushing through your veins, for some reason you craved the feeling once you got a small taste. You weren’t ever going back.
“ So you can’t tell me anything about the job?” You asked and Michael sighed, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward look on his face.
“ No i can’t, i’m sorry.” He said and you sighed.
Michael had told you had had been offered a jobs a few days ago that he was going to accept. Although it required him to move to los santos, which broke your heart.
“ Listen..” He said and gave you a sad look.” I’m really excited about his job, i’ll finally be financially safe, with no worries!” He said and you shrugged.
“ I wish i could trust you Michael.” You said and he sighed, pulling you into a hug.
“ I know y/n/n, but you gotta just take my word on it, okay?” He asked and you sighed, deciding on lying to him instead.
“ Alright, just..try and be careful, okay?” You pleaded and he smiled.
“ I’ll try my best y/n.” He said and made a finger gun at you.” I’ll come by and visit i promise!” He offered and you chuckled sadly, shaking your head from side to side.
“ Don’t make promises you can’t keep Jones.” You said before shutting the door in walking to your room.
He was gone.He never came by to visit as you expected, but he called everyday for a few weeks, and then stopped. You weren’t surprised at all by the notion. He’s not the kind of guy who stays in contact after a while. Once he left you quit fight club and began to commit more crimes, robbing stores, pick-pocketing guys in fancy suits, and one day, one special little day you did it. You finally killed somebody.
It was in the middle of the night, walking home rather drunkenly from the bar when you heard a muffled scream. In the back of a dark alley a woman was pinned against a wall by a man who held a knife a little too close to her for your comfort. You didn’t quite know what is was that took over you that night. Maybe it was you trying to be the hero you never were, maybe protective instincts kicked in, maybe you just wanted to feel needed, or maybe you just then realized just how sick the world truly is.
But there you were, covered in bruises and blood, standing over the man’s dead body holding a stained knife, the woman cowering behind you. You asked her is she was alright, but it was barely possible to while she praised you for saving her, something felt…..off about it but you shrug it away. You offered her to stay the night with you until the morning which she gladly accepted.
You were awoken in the morning, a little too early for your liking by the obnoxious loud knocking at your door. When you swung it open to tell whoever it was to fuck off, you were met with a man with curly hair and a big smile.
“ Hi there, i’m burnie burns.” He said, holding out his hand for you to shake. “ And i just want to thank you so much for saving Barbara last night, i honestly can’t describe how relieved i was when she called me.” He said and you nodded.
Burnie burns….you knew that name and the stories it held, one of the most feared man in los santos. For a bit you were concerned it was a trap, the girl in the alley who was apparently named Barbara, the man assaulting her, was it a trap?
“ It was nothing really.” You said with a yawn.” I just hate seeing good people getting hurt.” You said and Barbara smiled.
“ See burnie, what did i tell ya?” She said with a smile.” Strong morals, good moves, she’s perfect.” Barbara said and burnie nodded.
“ You were right barb i’ll give you that.” He said and stepped into your apartment, causing you to tense up. Yup, definitely a trap.
“ What the hell are you-”
“ What’d you do with the body?” He asked and you sent him an odd look.
“What?” You asked and he rolled his eyes.
“ The body from last night, what’d you do with it.”
“ I burned it,” You said. “ wrapped him up and cloth, soaked him in gasoline and burnt him to ashes while your friend was asleep.” She said and pointed to Barbara.
Burnie smiled and nodded.” Good, good.so..if you haven’t heard there’s been a new criminal rising in this town.” He said as he looked over your bookshelf and Barbara kept her eyes trained on you.
“ They’ve been robbing small places, but they’re slowly working up.” He said and turned to you. “ You got any idea of who it is?” He asked and you chuckled.
“ Well it seems like you have it figured out, so you really need me to answer you?” You asked and he laughed.
“ Oh i like you.” He said and held out his hand.” So here’s our offer, come join my crew, and you have a home, family, friends, and you’ll never have to worry about paying rent again.” He offered you nodded, taking his hand in yours.
“ When do i start?”
“ This should be an easy one guys, get in, and get out before they come okay?” Burnie asked over the comm and you snickered.
“ Man boss, sex with you must be super disappointing huh?” You joked. “ I feel bad for Ashley.” You said and heard the woman laugh.
“ You know it rag doll.” She said, using your code name.” But i can’t distract this guard forever, so hurry up.” She ordered and you nodded.
You were crouched on the top of a building, watching the blonde woman converse with a guard through the scope of your gun.
“ Security cameras are out.” Gus said as he typed in thousands of codes a minutes and you grinned.
“ Looks like it’s my turn.” You said and pulled the trigger, watching the dart fly from the barrel of your gun and into the man’s neck, rendering him unconscious in a second.
“ He’ll be out for a few seconds so i suggest we hurry up.” You said as you jumped from roof to roof and heard joel scoff through the comms.
“ Seriously?A non-lethal again? Why don’t you just shoot the bastard and then it’ll be much easier?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. This conversation again.
“ Because that leaves a trail for them to follow, making it easier to find us. I may have moral but i’m not stupid joel.” You hissed and he went silent. Even though you were criminal you had a strong moral code you would abide by. Kill those who deserve to be killed.It was a simple code, made things easier for you. Sometimes it was a bit tricky but it set you aside from many of the other criminals in los santos.
“ She’s not wrong.” Barbara pointed out.” So i suggest we let her beat to her own drum, seems to be working for us right now.” She said and you smiled.
“ Thanks B, i can always count on you.” You said to the sniper and she giggled. Ever since she and burnie recruited you you guys became best friends.
“ Enough tea time kids,” Matt said over the phone.” Hurry up, get what you can and get the hell outta there.” He said and you nodded as you jumped down from a building and landed safely on your feat.
“ I’m on it boss.” You said and ran into the building.
“ That girl is like a goddamn cat.” Adam muttered as he and joel walked in behind you and you smiled under your mask.
“ How do you think i stole your chocolate stash without you noticing?” You asked before getting to work on a safe as he processed what you just said.
“ YOU LITTLE-”
“ Enough arguing.” Gus ordered and you all complied.” I’m checking stoplights cameras a few streets down and there’s some cars on their way over, fast. “ He said and ashley shrugged as she shoved money into a dufflebag.
“ Maybe their just heading down this road?” She asked and joel shook his head.
“ With our look?Probably not.” He said and grabbed his gun.
“ Aaron, barbara, keep an eye out, okay?” He asked and they both agreed.
“ You got it Gold, “ They said with his codename.
“ Ashley, y/n, grab as much as you can and then haul ass.” He said and you nodded.
“ Got it, what’s got you so on edge?” You asked him and adam sighed.
“ He’s got a feeling.” He said and you cringed.
Oh no…a feeling. Whenever joel said he had a feeling it usually meant they were about to hit the jackpot, or somebody was going to get killed. And something tells me it’s not the first option.
As you and ashley continued to fill up duffle bags barbara voice broke through.
“ There parked a few blocks down, wearing black and have a lot of bags. I think they had the same idea as us to rib this place.” She said with a laugh and you chuckled.
“ Yeah well they’re a bit late, it’s cleaned out.” You said proudly as you saw the numerous bags filled to the brim with cash and opened the back door.
“ Lets pack up and get out of here.” You said and ashley nodded.
“ You gets get it all in the car and get out, we’ll handle this.” Joel said and you turned around.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You asked.” If were fast enough we can all get out of here, now.” You said and adam shook his head.
“ If somebody isn’t left behind for them to fight they’ll get suspicious and try to follow us.” He said and you sighed.
“ Alright, be safe losers.” You said before going out and loading up the car with ashley.
“ Will they be okay?” You asked and she chuckled.
“ Kid, i think they’re more worried about you than themselves, why do you think they’re staying back instead of coming with?” She asked and you tilted your head to the side and took off your mask.
You are the newest member of the crew, even though it had been a few months you felt like you had integrated well with them. Yet majority still saw you as somebody they needed to protect, and they had a right reason to. Your strong moral code, your way of living, protect those who can’t protect themselves, keep the little guy from getting stomped on. It was truly admirable and they wanted you to stay that way, and if anybody tried to change that they were never going to see the light of day again.
“ Guys, it’s them.” Aaron said and you heard gus scoff.
“ Aaron, how many fucking times to i have to say this? Stop play the goddamn pronoun game and just say who it is!” He shouted loud enough for everybody to cringe.
“ It the fake ah crew, and they’re going in.” They said and you looked at ashley with a frightened look.
You knew of the fake ah crew, not much, but enough to know they were a force to be reckoned with. You also knew that their leader had a history with the leaders of the cockbites, but you didn’t ask since it felt like a sore subject for him.
“ They’ll be okay.” Ashley said and you both jumped at the sound of a bullet in the air.
“ I Sure about that?” You asked with a raised brow and barbra cussed.
“ Fuck!They’ve got a sniper up there and he’s good, but i think we can take him, get out now and we’ll hold them off.” She said as she and aaron began to rapid fire.
You knew you should go, it was the smart thing to do. But something inside you, every fiber in your body told you to stay, you didn’t know why or what yet, but you knew you had to stay.
“ Go.” You told ashley.
“What?” She asked.” Y/n i’m not leaving you behind, you’re too-”
“ I was in a fight club for 3 years and now i’m apart of the cockbites.” You said with a smile.” I can handle myself, but we need at least one person to get away with a the haul.And that’s you, besides.” You said as you flashed her a grin before putting on your mask.” They don’t call me rag doll for nothing.” You said and she sighed.
“ Alright, but be safe sweetie, if those bastards lay a hand on you i’ll rip them limb from limb.” She growled before driving off, causing you to laugh.
“ Alrighty fuckers. You said as you grabbed your gun and opened the back door.” Let’s see how good the fake ah crew really is.” You said.
You crept through the back door to hear conversation, not fighting, no gunshots, but merely two men talking. As you crept up to the second floor to get a better view you watched in curiosity.
Joel and adam stood in front of the crew, with was at least 7 people, one in the front you who assumed to be the leader, wore a suit and a big mustache was talking to joel, and he sure didn’t look happy. He must be the one burnie meant.
“ Listen joel.” He said.” You give us some of the cash and we’ll get out of your hair. We’ve been planning this heist for weeks, right boys?” he asked and his crew grumbled and shouted in agreement. One voice sounded familiar but it was too faint to recognize.
I’m afraid we can’t do that geoff.” He said, “ they’ve already left. But please, feel free to scavenge for whatever scraps were left behind.” Joel said with a smile.” That is what you do best isn’t it?”
“ YOU BASTARD!” One shouted angrily with a thick british accent as he grabbed his gun and aimed for joel’s face.
“ Eat lead you-ach!” He let out a loud shout as a dart flew from the barrel of your gun and landed in his neck. As much as you wanted to kill them you knew you couldn’t. You knew your bosses still had feelings for these men, they were family, family that left yes, but still family i suppose, and you knew that feeling better than anybody.
“ What the hell?” Their leader shouted and looked up to where you are. “ You fuckers got a sniper?Oh unfair dude!” He shouted and one of them ran towards the stair while another in a skull mask began to shoot at you.
“ Y/n no!” Joel shouted and cussed.” I fucking told her to go! Damnnit.” He said and sent geoff a cold look.” As much as i’d like for this to stay civilized, i’m afraid i can’t let a member of my crew get hurt.” He said and sent them a terrifying smile as adam raised his machine gun.
“ So, who’s gonna die first, hmm??”
“ Shit they’re fast.” You said as you ran down a hall, loud footsteps and gunshots after you.You grabbed the pistol from your side, ran on top of a desk and jumped, propelling yourself forward as you landed safely on the balcony.
“ Where the fuck did they go!” One shouted angrily and you froze, you knew that voice all too well.
“ Don’t know, can you handle them on your own?”Skull mask asked and his partner nodded.
“ Yeah, go help the others i’ll find this douche and kill him fast.” He said and his partner nodded before running back to the entrance of the bank.
“ Come out, come out, wherever you arrrre.” He sang as he crept slowly in the dark building in search of you.
“ Nonononono, it can’t be him it-it can’t be!” You whispered to yourself as you let tears slide down your face. Michael, the Michael you knew wasn’t exactly the sweetest person but he was a good man, definitely not the kind who killed innocent people as his crazy crew member lights a building on fire.
He wasn’t like you, you stood up for the little people, stole from those who didn’t earn it, killed those who took advantage of the weak. He was the exact opposite of you.
As you thought all of this out by yourself you felt your blood boil, you were getting more pissed by the second. Sadly during this you hadn’t notice him creep behind you until he grabbed you by your neck and threw you into a wall.
“ Aha!” He laughed as he took out his gun.” Looks like i finally found you ya shit-head. Now it’s time for you to die.” He said and shrugged with a grin as he slid off his mask. Yes, it was him. “ No hard feelings right?” He asked.
You knew Michael Jones like the back of your hand, he was arrogant, cocky, strong, confidant, and never backed down from a fight. Ha, what an idiot.
You got up and raised your fists, signaling you wanted to beat him in hand to hand combat.
“ Ah, you prefer the old fashioned way?” He asked and shrugged, dropping his gun and raising his fist.” Fine by me, But i’ll have you know.” He said with a grin. “ I was trained by the best.” He said and you chuckled, causing him to freeze.
“ I know,” You said and ran forward.
“ Wait a min-” His order was cut off when you slammed your fist into his face and sent him tumbling to the floor.
“ Ah fuck, you’ve got a good swing i’ll give ya that but i am going to-”
“ You’re going to what?” You asked angrily as you took off your mask and saw his eyes go wide.” You’re going to kill me? I know it wouldn’t be that hard for you to do, now would it jonesy?” You snapped and his eyes went wide before narrowing into slits.
“Y/n!?!What the hell are you doing here?” He asked and grabbed your arm, as if he were trying to protect you.
“ Well we were looting the place before you guys showed up.” You snapped and shoved his arm away.
“ Wait a minute…y-you’re a cockbite?” He asked angrily.” What the hell!?Why the fuck would you join them they’re a bunch of-”
“ A bunch of what michal?” You asked and began to walked toward him, and every time you did he would take a step back.” Criminals?Thieves?Killers?Because those are exactly what fake ah crew is. So don’t act all high and mighty when you’re apart of one of the most violent, dangers, murderous groups in los santos!” You shouted and he scoffed.
“Quit trying to act like you’re fucking better than me y/n!” He shouted and pushed you back.” So what?Yeah i’m a criminal, but so are you! So don’t act like somehow you’re better than me.” He snapped.” And i know damn well that you must’ve killed a bunch of innocent people just like me, you’re nothing but a killer who doesn’t want to accept the cold hard truth that-” He was cut off when you slammed him to the floor and pinned him down, holding a steel knife against his throat, the same knife you committed your first kill.
“ Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You hisses.” I am nothing like you, “ You spat angrily, “ I have morals, i kill those who deserve it, unlike you, you and your crew just prance around doing what you want, killing whoever you want.” You said, tears sliding down your cheeks.” But you’re right michael.” You said with a sad chuckle.” The cockbites is full of murderers, theivs, and some of the worst crimminals in los santos, but so is the fake ah crew.so don’t get so mad that i joined the cockbites.” You stated.” But the real question is, why do you care so much?” You asked and you were both silent. You looked around and heard no commotion, no fighting, shouting or gunshots from anybody else. It was eerily silent, and that never meant something good.
“ Looks like they’ve come to a resolve.” You said as you tried to get up, only to freeze in shock when you heard a gunshot and a searing pain in your side.
“ Y/N!” Michael shouted as you fell back and he cradled you in his arms, seeing the blood ooze out of your side.
“ Nonono, oh God no.” He said and you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but were too weak to do so.
“ D-don’t.” You stuttered.” Don’t be so nicey nice now because you-”
“ Hey.” He said in tilted your chin so you were staring right at him. “ As much as i want you yell a scream at you for being a dirty little cockbite, and i’d really love to. You’re about to die if i don’t get you to a hospital soon so how about we stick a pin in our little argument, kay?” He asked and you smiled weakly, feeling yourself lose consciousness.
“ Alright mikey.” You mumbled and then saw joel and adam come into view.
“ Y/N NO!” Joel shouted and raised his gun at michael, you instantly tried to protect him but couldn’t.
“ JOEL NO DON-” The sound of a gunshot and a shout coming from an unfamiliar voice was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark.
*LOUD SCREAMING* WHY DID I DO DIS!?!?!?WHAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!?!??!Please tell me if you guys want a part two and PLEASE tell me if theres something specific you would want to happen, i love hearing your guys input.I hope youre all happy and well!Goodnight lovelies!
All your comments and stuff have given me so much joy you have no idea omg. give me so much joy. Also, thank you @pyromaniacqueen for drawing thirsty marinette because it made me laugh somuch. XD
All the love to @daughterofthestars08 cause she checked this out for me :D
Chapter Nine: #BashfulQueenIsBack
spent all her free time scavenging through the internet. Finding different
message boards and trying to look up whether Marinette had been saved. The
previous episode had ended with Marinette’s exit interview and the preview said
nothing. The outrage was immediate and for once, Alya didn’t have to
start it. People were completely angered at the fact that Marinette had gotten
cut, after being injured during the show. #BringMarinetteBack, had been
trending seconds after the show had ended.
WARNING : SPOILERS FOR THE MIRACULOUS LADYBUG ORIGIN EPISODES (mostly part 2 spoilers)
But part 1 was really fun! But I was so mad at Marinette at the end I was like NOOO DONT BE TIKKI AWAY
OMG CHAT AND LADYBUG MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME I ABOUT DIED
Then we have part 2…. AND I DIED SOME MORE. SO MANY FEELS
Chat Noir barely knows ladybug and he’s already in love with her and I WAS SCREAMING I COULDNT EVEN
OMG ADRIEN AND MARINETTE MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD SHE LITERALLY YELLED AT HIM
I loved the end when they saved the day!! It was so cute!
AND THEN THE END SCENE WITH THE UMBRELLA. I LOST ALL MY CHILL AND ALMOST STARTED TO CRY
I’m not an emotional person, so this shows how much I love the show
ADRIEN WAS SO SWEET AND THEN THEIR HANDS TOUCHED ANF FEELS
Master Fu is like the president of the ladynoir/adrienette club
GOD BLESS HIM FOR GETTING THEM TOGETHER
I need English subtitles like now I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY ACTUALLY SAID