#WAS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD WHILE LOOKING THROUGH THIS MESS!!! OOOHH WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO ORGANIZE THIS WELL SHIT THATS GOING TO TAKE EVEN

[moshieee]

Ew, essays :[

I miss the old days of kindergarten when we attempted to color butterflies and ate erasers and glue

-🎁

I hated kindergarten

Essays may suck but at least now I'm not the weird kid in the corner wishing I had friends

However yes I absolutely despise essays with all my being... in fact!

Achievement unlocked: you somehow found a topic moshie hates enough and on a bad day to start them ranting in the tags...

Warning there are curse words, poor spelling, and caps locks

Sorry in advance

[the-fiction-witch]

Your Arm!

Media Death of A Superhero

Character Donald

Couple Donald X Reader

Rating Cute and flirty

I smiled sitting at the bench with my lunch watching across the table as Donald sat across from me, his book on the bench and his bag of pens beside him as he worked hard to do his drawings. I smiled and watched him for a while mildly fascinating.

"Donald?" 

"Yeah?" he asked not bothering to look up at me,

"I'll trade you a jaffa cake if you draw me a picture."

"Kinda busy y/n."

I pouted a little watching him a while more "What if I asked you to draw me a tattoo?"

"A tattoo?" he finally looked up with an amused look,

"Yeah."

"You want a tattoo?"

"I want lots of them, but my mum won't tell me till I'm older."

"and if I drew you a tattoo when you're old enough you'll get it done?"

"If I like it." I shrug, 

"... maybe some other time." He said going back to his drawing, 

I pouted more but watched for a good while more until I had another idea, "What if you drew it on me, like a little temp tattoo parlour?" 

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"And... how would you be paying for your tattoo?"

"Jaffa cake?" I offered

"No thank you,"

"babybelle?" 

"No thank you,"

"A kiss?"

"Humm?" He asked looking up a little surprised,

"A kiss."

"uhhhh... deal" He nodded quickly tapping the bench beside him so I moved over "So? my lovely customer what would you like?"

"A little ghost on my arm."

"A cute ghost?"

"Yeah adorable little ghosty boy" 

"One little ghost coming up" he smiled getting his black pen, 

He was slow and gentle making sure the lines wouldn't get messed up finally adding his two cute little eyes, "There we go one little ghosty boy."

"Yay! Thank you, Donald!" I cheered looking at the little ghost now on my arm, 

"So... my payment?" He asked,

"Of course," I smiled kissing his cheek, 

He blushed a little but smiled "Thank you very much,"

"Could I have another one?"

"another drawing?"

"Yeah,"

"Will I get another kiss?"

"Of course."

"Alright, what else do you want?" 

"Hum....a little mushroom,"

"Aww okay a mushroom, with a face or just?"

"No, just a cute little toadstool,"

"Alright coming up" he smiled drawing me a little toadstool mushroom on another spot on my arm, "There you go."

"YAY!" I smiled, giving him another kiss which made him blush more,

"you're welcome," he laughed, "Anything else?" 

"Humm.... ooohh could you do like a little sword in the stone."

"Ohhh? like a sword in a big rock?"

"Yeah."

"I can do that," he smiled, happily working this took him a little longer but it ended up still being really cute, "Happy?"

"Yes!" I smiled almost bouncing as I looked at the patchwork forming on my arm "I love it, that deserves a double kiss" I smiled giving him two little kisses which made him blush even more,

"You're welcome Y/n, So... anything else?"

"Hummmm" I smiled 

I headed through the door of my house with Donald tugging along beside me, he was coming to hang out in my room, play video games and such as we often did on a Friday afternoon, and I'm sure he was gonna let me pick more things for him to draw on me so he could get more kisses and because my arms, hands and anywhere else my school uniform allowed him was already covered in his adorable drawings, I had even drawn a couple on him too making us look like one of those cool heavily tattooed couples you see at festivals, but-

"OOOHH MY GOD!" My mother screamed clutching her heart as she saw us, 

"Hi Mum,"

"Y/n! your arm! what on earth have you done!" she screamed,

"Donald did It" I smiled, 

"How dare you defile my daughter! and you young lady are grounded for the rest of your life how dare you go against me-"

"Mum!" I yelled making her stop, "There marker."

"What?"

"It's artist marker Mrs y/l/n" Donald explained,

"Ooh..." she sighed in relief, "Christ you have me a heart attack. Well, go wash it off now!"

"Fine!" I rolled my eyes and headed up to my room, "I don't wanna wash off all your hard work," I sighed, "and they look so cool..."

"It's okay y/n, you wash them off so your mum doesn't kill us, I'll do you some cute tattoo-style drawings on paper."

"Okay," I nodded giving his lips a little kiss which made him blush again, "Maybe I'll let you draw some places she can't see" I winked before I scampered to my bathroom, 

"Yes!" I heard him whisper to himself 

"I heard that Donald."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no you didn't" He blushed.

[shirtlesssammy]

4x11: Family Remains

Then:

Castiel, angel of the lord, gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition. Also, Dean finally unloaded his Hell trauma to Sam.

Now:

Drunken man watches television one night. The lights flicker and his door won’t open. Another door opens to reveal a very ragged girl. A ghost! Long story short: the Home Sweet Home embroidery is going to need a lot of Oxy to get back to fighting shape.

Dean, meanwhile, is taking a page out of the old Sam Winchester-Barrel-Through-The-Trauma playbook and is working cases non-stop. He is not going to talk about Hell. Nope, those feelings are buried real deep again. Anyway, Dean’s found a ghost case in Nebraska.

Sam and Dean head to the now vacant house to check things out. Something behind the walls watches their inspection. The EMF meter is all over the place, but there are power lines. They find a doll head in the closet. Routine bullshit. 

Their inspection is interrupted by a family and all their moving gear. Looks like the place was sold. We‘ve got Mom Susan and Dad Brian, Little Brother Danny, Buster the Dog, Petulant Sister Kate, and Cool Uncle Ted.  

Sam and Dean approach the family as inspectors. There’s asbestos in the walls and a gas leak. Sorry family, you can’t move in  today. The family wants to stay so Dean threatens a fine or jail. The family gives them one night. 

Sam and Dean hit the hunt in Fed suits. They interview the woman that found the body of Mr. Gibson. 

She cleaned his house for five years but didn’t know him too well. He was private. He had some family trauma: wife died in childbirth and his daughter hanged herself. The cleaner has some pictures of the daughter and gives them to Sam and Dean. She also notes that while there was never any weird light flickering activity, she did hear rustling in the walls. Rats. She never saw them though. 

The brothers don’t think the ghost is the mother or daughter so they decide they need to head back to the house to investigate further. 

The family, breaking the county inspectors’ orders, decides to move in anyway. Ooohh, a little gas leak and asbestos never hurt anyone, ooohhhHH.

That night (where are Sam and Dean?), the son is busy playing video games, and avoiding unpacking. A ball rolls from his bedroom closet and he looks in to investigate. “It’s okay,” he tells the shadows. Then he plays a fun game of catch with the closet. 

Sam and Dean finally arrive, and see the family has moved in. Crap. 

Uncle Ted calls the parents into the living room. ‘GO’ is written in large red letters on the wall. How welcoming! 

Brian blames Danny instantly. Danny denies doing it, but the parents double down on the blame game. Danny insists that “the girl in the walls did it.” Uh, Danny, not helping your case. Danny CAN’T believe they don’t believe him when they send him to his room (lol, not much of a punishment, he just came from his room). Also, Andy would believe him, so there!

Kate is busy sulking in her bedroom when she starts petting Buster off screen. So, OF COURSE, it’s not the dog. He wanders in shortly after. Obligatory scream session activated. 

The daughter tells the parents there’s a ghost in the house. There’s a knock at the door and Sam and Dean bust in after hearing her screams. They tell the family there’s a ghost in the house. Kate is vindicated! 

Danny keeps talking about the Wall Girl. Dude, give it up. Buster escapes outside. The lights cut out just as Dean is yelling that they’re in danger. Then they hear whimpering outside. They rush out, and well, I’ll just direct you to this little website for the next scene. There’s blood all over the ground and a note written in blood: “too late”. 

Sam and Dean insist the family leave. They race to their cars and Dean finds the ghost did a real number on Baby. All tires are slashed and weapons are gone.

Hell Hath No Fury Like Dean Winchester when His Car’s Been Messed With:

(And for the record, I mistyped ‘car’ with ‘cas’. Still would work.)

Kate sees the ghost in the field. 

Sam and Dean can’t figure out how it’s outside. Now stuck on the property, they direct everyone back inside, and into a salt circle. They tell the family that this is what they do. The kid thinks it’s pretty cool that they’re like Scooby-Doo (Dean thinks he’s better --and we know now that his ghost hunting is just different.) 

Sam gets confirmation that the ghost is the daughter. He tells the family that she killed herself in the house. Uncle Ted’s better than all this, man, and starts to leave. Dean stops him with the threat of a bullet hole (I’m probably not reading too much into how violent Dean seems in this episode. They’re just people but he’s threatening to shoot the guy? I feel like we’re dealing with the aftermath of Hell for Dean and he’s still there at times.)

Ted decides to continue to needle the strangers in their home who threatened to shoot him. Something creaks in the house and a girl enters the room. 

Dean counsels them to stay calm and stay in the salt circle. The girl smirks and...crosses the salt circle, knife in hand. “She’s not a ghost,” Dean realizes, and engages in a one-sided knife battle with her. “Humans,” Dean spits out later in disgust as they try to wrap their heads around creepy, murderous Nell. 

Everyone gathers except...Danny. He’s missing! I experience some serious second-hand parent agony. Dean orders Susan and Kate to barricade themselves in the shed while the menfolk (pfft) search for Danny. 

Dean and Ted pop open a loose section of wall, releasing the strong smell of rotting flesh. “You smell that?” Ted asks. “Every day,” Dean replies and I die a little inside for him. 

Dean squeezes in between the extremely spacious wall cavities and finds A HOLE. He must go in THE HOLE. 

Downstairs, there are remnants of dead animals everywhere. But above Ted, something lurks. This is what you get for being the wisecracking brother. Ted eats a knife and bleeds out next to Dean.

For SOMEBODY HOLD MY TRAUMATIZED BOY Science:

Dean reunites with the family and reveals that Ted died. “I shouldn’t have left him alone,” Dean murmurs, STILL IN HIS GUILT COFFIN. Brian tries to reassure his wife that Danny’s been spared by the crazy murder girl living in their house. They reference some oblique, recent family trauma, which Brian later reveals was the death of their eldest son in a car crash. Dean promises to get Danny back “if it’s the last godforsaken thing I do.” GUH.

“Why do you care so much?” Brian asks. Oh, sweet sunshine. It’ll take many seasons to unpack that question. 

Sam pulls Dean aside. He’s been reading Rebecca’s diary (as he is wont to do) and discovered that the murder girl was likely her daughter and that Rebecca was raped by her father. “Oh, gross,” Dean neatly summarizes it. “Humans, man.”

Sam thinks that her life being like “hell” is no excuse. “Like you know what Hell’s like.” Dean accuses. OH MY GOD. Also, just give Sam some time, Dean Bean. Urg.

Danny wakes up, bound in the basement. Creepy girl climbs out of one of her holes. She brought her new best friend a fresh rat! When Danny implies (by screaming) that he isn’t hungry, she eats the rat. 

Dean insists on hurling himself down a dumbwaiter shaft. He vowed to save Danny. He NEEDS to save Danny! 

While Dean’s following a trail of guns to find Danny, murder girl is waging an assault on the shed. Untying Danny, Dean learns almost too late that the girl has an accomplice...her brother. 

DOUBLE UGH

Sam and Brian haul Danny to safety while Dean engages in fisticuffs with the brother. Dean shoots the crazed brother in the fight. Meanwhile, Brian drags the girl from the shed and kills her. He confronts his wife and daughter, holding a bloody knife. Erm. Awkward. 

The next morning, they fix tires (and Sam methodically arranges the contents of the Impala’s trunk). 

The family affirms their unity (and their shared trauma) and sends Dean and Sam back onto the road. 

They park under an overpass to eat. Except...Dean sets his burger down. WHEN A DOG DOESN’T EAT AMIRITE? Dean reveals his empathy for the murder siblings. “Lifelong torture” will do that to a person. 

Sam tries to assure him. “They were barely human.” Oh sunshine, wrong choice of words. Dean informs Sam that he was worse than them. (“Humans, man,” I hiss to myself.) Dean confesses that he tortured for the “sheer pleasure” of it. “I tortured souls and I liked it. All those years. All that pain. Finally getting to deal some out yourself.” He’ll never fill the hole in his soul, no matter how many people he saves. Excuse me while I think about the series end and allow the dark hole of a murder house to swallow me up.

My Favorite Murder Quotes:

You can’t run forever

The girl in the walls did it

What could possibly go wrong in the country?

 Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive!

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts on the New York Special!

I never thought I’d see such an episode but here we are. I think I screamed a dozen times or more, I’m not even sure. But I have a sore, scratchy throat to show for it and I’m okay with that. Most of it was at how many times Adrien kept being not-just-a-friend and both secondhand embarrassment and pity for Marinette’s attempt to see him only as a friend kicked in. But I’ll start from the beginning. No, the voice actors aren’t different, the audio’s been manipulated and is pitched down! **Except Nino. Nino’s voice actor resigned and has been replaced**

Ladynoir friendship + a glimpse of their Astro forms? Heck yes!

Ms. Bustier having a baby was something I had a feeling about but can’t actually believe it’s happening and I’m just so happy for her. Best teacher award should go to her and her student’s reactions just prove that.

“Adrien, you’re our Sock Washington!”

this is his version of Marinette’s

“You’re our everyday Ladybug.”

Sad Adrien and trying-too-hard-to-be-just-friends-Marinette interact and she’ll do what she has to do to get him to go along.

Honestly, I think Marinette trying not to reveal her feelings is better than this, this is just painful to watch her try so hard. Dx

Sad Adrien not being able to fence properly so Kagami who he possibly? likely? is dating, considering she kissed him, asks what’s wrong.

You know, instead of what a good girlfriend/love interest/friend would do and try to sympathize and attempt to make him feel better, she pushes aside his feelings and makes it about her... Oh Kagami, this won’t bode well. Poor Adrien deserves better than being told he and his feelings aren’t as important. He gets plenty of that at home.

Absolutely love the attention Gorilla gets in this, it’s so cute.

LUKA IS THE BEST FRIEND EVER UGH. How many girls have a guy in their life that has feelings for them, yes, but still would do anything that would make her happy, even be with someone else? Who would go to lengths to make sure things work out how she wants them?

Okay, the whole plane scene before everyone fell asleep was intense. I can feel Marinette’s anxiety and desperation so hard, I feel so bad.

I also feel bad that Adrien sounded disappointed by her not sitting by him (and probably doesn’t quite understand why she won’t, either) as well as Ms. Mendeleiev knowing her students think less of her than Ms. Bustier and doesn’t like that.

AND also that both Marinette and Adrien for having to feel guilty for making a trip out of the country. :/ Nobody deserves it more than them.

Wow, that’s a lot of things to feel bad about early on.

Marinette’s luck really sucks on this trip, doesn’t it? Turbulence in the bathroom. Yikes. But of all people to notice her walk by, it has to be Adrien while they watch the beautiful sunset together. Of course it does. It’s like he has some sensor that knows when Marinette is sad or something. x3

Adrien, looking sweetly and IN LOVE at her: “You’ve got something, Marinette...”

“So-something?”

“Yeah, there. In your hair.”

....

Alya: I can’t decide if they’re the cutest people I know, or the most embarrassing.

Nino: I love Adrien, but he’s like a baby chick that just started cracking out of his egg.

I- They’re just so done 😂

Then you see more of Alya/Nino and their Operation New York plan and it’s freaking adorable, but you think Adrien’s done talking but OH NO there’s more

“...Well, what I meant to say was...thanks for managing to convince my father. *gives her a hug*”

Okay, first off

OH MY GOSH I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS. THIS IS JUST SO SWEET AND CUTE AHHH THIS IS THE FIRST ADRIENETTE HUG EVER! I screamed so loud I just... my heart is so happy. ;~;

Second,

slyly grinning

IS THIS NERVOUS ADRIEN, I SEE? He tried to say it the first time but chickened out. 😉

Also, you cannot convince me that when they both went and sat back in their seats, anxious as the plane was getting attacked, that they would not be holding hands if Marinette had actually ended up sitting by him.

Aeon sees them together for ONE MINUTE. Just one. And she knows.  To all the people that

still

somehow doubt that they’ll be together...what will it take for you to realize that they are?

Sabrina liking that boy makes me so happy, she actually gets some scenes that aren’t related to Chloe!

Alya: And you might make a friend. *elbows Mari*

Marinette: 😑

Hehehe the teasing’s not gonna stop, you set yourself up for this.

I’ve counted people referring to Marinette and Adrien as “friends” of some degree 21 times so far. Let’s see what it gets to at the end.

Class: We just got here but LET’S SNEAK OUT TO GO TO A PARTY....and almost get busted.

The sound effects in this are everything, I adore them. xDDD

The way Adrien smiled at Marinette when they had their backs to the door, and how his smile faded when he realized they weren’t alone. 😂

Jess: Ugh people in my room

Aeon: HAHA THEY’RE SO ADORABLE THIS IS THE BEST. I TOLD YOU THEY’RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

Marinette: Is it a bird?

Adrien: Is it a plane?

Sabrina’s crush: No, it’s Hot Dog Dan!

Why do you have to get me with that xDD

Okay, but the girl saying “Go Sabrina!” made me happy too ugh. Just the fact that Sabrina came to America and people like her is just the best.

Highpitched!Nino: FINALLY, MY CHICKS WINGS ARE GROWING

Not that the show didn’t make me laugh before but dang, I keep laughing at this humor. It’s like a crack video mixed with the sweetest romance.

“OH! That’s the song we danced to at Chloe’s birthday party, remember?”

“Oh, yes, hahah”

looks at her sweetly, shyly

“Then...will you?”

ADRIEN, MY LOVE, I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING THROUGH THAT PRETTY HEAD OF YOURS. So... you remember. And it makes you happy. And you, again, nervously ask her. To dance with you. Again.

You’ve looked at her with the most soft of expressions more times in under an hour than I’ve seen anyone look at someone

ever

. Uggggh the way he’s falling for her is just so sweet.

And I’ve lost count of how many “friends” there have been due to the overwhelming cuteness. I think 25?

The fact that Adrien and Marinette can’t get through an automated door. I’m wondering what’s causing that? The fact both have a Kwami with them? Is Aeon messing with them? I don’t really think the latter is happening so I’m puzzled but it’s hilarious.

“I don’t mind being stuck somewhere with a friend like you” with the most adorable expression on his face ever.

ADRIEN PLEASE, ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY ME WITH THIS? 

Jess: And in order to save him...

Aeon: Don’t kidnap him, I LOVE him!

😂 I wanted Jess’s plan to work out so badly though.

Maybe next time.

Miraculous out here teaching American history. 👍 Totally forgot Lafayette was only 19 when he arrived in America and asked to become a general, but he had just turned 20 when he fought his first battle. The white powdered wig always threw me off of everyone’s real ages.

I think this is the closest Marinette and Adrien have transformed out in the open like this.

Ooof @ pissed off and sarcastic Ladybug.

Chat Noir: I was afraid of losing your trust!

Ladybug: Well I can’t trust you anymore, can I?!

Ooohh that hurts. That really hurts. And that distraction like that really went bad. Good thing Aeon’s not human. x.x I really do feel like them finding out their identities would solve more problems than it’d cause at this point.

I get that the situation was bad, but excuse me, they have no right to demand their Miraculouses. Ladybug’s the

Guardian

.

Knight Owl: “Stop right there, that’s an order.”

LB & CN: WE DON’T ANSWER TO YOU

Lol love the way they ran off and got away without being seen.

Sad and in pain Ladynoir. Wow, this whole scene feels so mature.

And Marinette’s reaction to Chat Noir renouncing Plagg and crying as he ran away hurt so much. I was not expecting all the angst!

Poor Adrien’s traumatized now. He knows he’s lucky she wasn’t human and things worked out, but he also knows that he came this close to Cataclysming Ladybug, and he couldn’t deal with that.

Liiri is so cute I want to see more of her! Very grateful she doesn’t end up in the hands of Gabriel for long.

But really Gabriel, it would’ve been smarter to take it to Paris than give it to a villain in New York where it ends up with a superhero. xD

Depressed Plagg is another level of ouch. Depressed Marinette and Adrien looking at each other like they’re about to cry is yet another.

Marinette about Chat Noir: He made his choice. What were we supposed to do?

Adrien: I wouldn’t have minded being stuck here a little longer with a friend like you.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO why did you have to go there again?

And then she gasps and really looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and then he gets even

sadder. “My father’s right, I should’ve never come to New York.” Alya: “What is wrong with you, Marinette?! Couldn’t you see that he was just waiting for you to tell him to stay?” “He made his choice. What did you expect me to do?” “It doesn’t matter what I expected you to do! Who’s Adrien to you? A friend or more than a friend? There will never be a better time to be clear with yourself, Marinette! Do you want him to leave or do you want him to stay?”

Within minutes, Marinette said the same thing about both Chat Noir and Adrien. o.o

Also hold up. If what Alya’s saying is true, which very well could be considering how he went from looking sad but still smiling, to looking utterly crushed after saying that line to her and her reaction, and the fact he said it before... Along with every single thing he did the whole trip.... Are we missing something, here? At first I thought it’s just Adrien being Adrien but about to actually acknowledge his feelings, just not yet. Seeing just the trailer I thought it was gratitude maybe, but obviously this is much more than that. But is it possible at all that he already has and, considering how she’s told him she doesn’t have feelings for him more than once before, that he’s been hoping to drive her to say otherwise this entire time and find out if she actually really does have feelings for him? 🤔

Because dang that’d explain everything he’s been doing.

I know he’s hurting over what happened with Uncanny Valley and giving up his Miraculous and leaving Ladybug. But it

still

came down to him with Marinette, looking at her like that was his last bit of hope and happiness he wanted to hold onto and was dashed....

NOT OKAY.

Again, Marinette’s luck on this trip SUCKS so much what the heck, you can’t even let her phone have battery??

Her rushing after him in the pouring rain on a bike screaming for him to stay and then falling hard (oof mustn’t have felt good for Plagg and Tikki) to just lie there in the street whispering “Adrien I...love you,” broke me. It really did. It’s so beautiful and so sad and I just want them to be happy oh gosh. 😭

But please get out of the road sweetie, you’re going to get run over.

By the way, I think I’m at 29 times they referred to each other or others referred to them as friends. Not sure though, I lost count and my heart’s a mess.

So Majestia decided to just blow skyscrapers far through the city and into the water that would no doubt kill everyone inside... in New York City...where skyscrapers were literally destroyed in real life killing thousands? I really hope this isn’t supposed to be a kind of reference.

Also the President of the United States being a superheroine that’s in harms way interacting with supervillains that can do horrific things such as forcing her to spill national secrets or use her power from things such as mind control to control the nation, for example, probably isn’t the smartest thing to do. Cool for plot but dang that’s dangerous.

You know, like right now when he’s making her press the nuke button where a million missiles and bombs are getting ready to go.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I can’t imagine being Ladybug without...

him

.”

“I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in her eyes.”

I’m not crying. This isn’t twisting my heart all up at all. X.x

But yes the action and Astro Chat! He looks so cool flying through the sky like that omg. He’s BAT CHAT

But the way she just ran and hugged him, saying never to do that to her again.

And how he returned that hug and she hugged him tighter and then wiped her tears away.

This is everything. Absolutely everything. I could watch this a thousand times and not be sick of it.

He also after this better know how much he truly means to her.

Hawk Moth: Ladybug, Chat Noir, if you don’t do as I ask, I will launch a nuclear rocket that will undoubtedly start World War III. If you don’t do as I ask, it will be on you.TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

Geez, you think he can’t get any crazier and he just does. How would another World War help him live happily ever after? Unless he could use two wishes to undo it once he got their Miraculous. Hm.

Majestia is like Captain Marvel because she’s the only other superhero I’m familiar with that could launch a rocket to the sun with her hands.

The animation in this is so beautiful. I haven’t said it yet, but some of the scenes are so breathtaking.

I’m sad that Aeon won’t remember they’re Ladybug and Chat Noir, but surely she’ll remember Adrien, Marinette, Ladybug, and Chat Noir right? x.x

And appreciation to Nadja Chamack for letting Parisans know Ladybug and Chat Noir didn’t abandon them, but just had serious issues to attend to elsewhere.

Wow there’s an ice sculpture/statue of sorts in New York of Ladybug and Chat Noir (along with Uncanny Valley and Eagle) now? Sweet!

Okay, I believe it’s 30 times now  that “friend” is used. I may be off, I got really into it the second time watching when I was counting and it’s too late to be serious about it.

Hmm, Marinette can ask herself

the question

on her way back to Paris the following day. I’m assuming about how she feels and if she should still try to let him know her feelings?

Also that Adrien smile, knowing full well Marinette was responsible for that clip for him. Awwww x33

Ohh that ending I’m so looking forward to seeing more of Eagle, Uncanny Valley, and possibly that new superhero team with the new Miraculous.

This special was as if they took the best from S1-S3, then threw in a bunch of amazing new things that I couldn’t have thought would happen, and gave us such an amazing special. Also that it opened up things for the next special and S4! I don’t think I could’ve asked for much better. I’ve missed this show terribly and love that it’s back in a way.

Also terribly sorry for such a long post but I mean the thing was 52 minutes long after all. xD

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

This  Christmas  - A Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 11)

Two life long friends. Secretly in love. Home for the holidays. Will they risk everything by telling the other how they feel? Or will they spend another year loving from afar?

Read these first    Prologue   Part 1    Part 2   Part 3    Part 4   Part 5  Part 6 Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   

** Harry poured you another cup of hot chocolate as you two searched around for places to go.

“I guess first we should decide if we want warm and tropical or cold and cozy,” he said.

“Hm… cold and cozy sounds nice,” you smiled. “But so does warm and tropical.”

“Okay… how about this… would you rather see me all bundled up or shirtless,” he joked.

“Let’s be honest, you’d end up shirtless either way. You have trouble keeping your clothes on,” you joked.

“You know you like that about me,” he smirked, knocking your shoulder with his.

You rolled your eyes, “How about we find a cabin in the mountains? We’ll be bringing in the New Year and I want us to be surrounded by snow and a fireplace. We wouldn’t get that somewhere warm.”

“Cold and cozy it is,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“We could go to the Alps?” You suggested.

“I’ll look into it,” he smiled.

You smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“So, you said you sent your book to your editor?” He asked. “What’s the next step now?”

“Well, my editor reads over it and suggests any changes I need to make it better. Or if I made any mistakes and what not, she calls me out on it,” you laughed. “And then I go back to writing and the process repeats itself until it’s finished. It’s supposed to come out in October of this next year, so we’ll see.”

“That sounds like a lot of work,” he said.

“Yep, that’s why I had to finish this draft so soon because the longer it takes me to write the first draft, the less time I have to do everything else… or I would have to postpone the release date,” you told him.

“And you do this with every book?” He asked.

“Pretty much,” you laughed.

“And you enjoy it?” He laughed.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of times where I get frustrated or annoyed, but at the end… seeing my book on the shelves of bookstores I went to as a kid or seeing a reader holding my book and telling me how much they love it. It’s worth everything in the end,” you whispered.

He smiled holding you closer to him, “I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “And I’m really proud of you, too. I always have been and I’m sorry I wasn’t always there to tell you.”

“Hey, we said we weren’t going to focus on the past anymore, remember?” He said.

“Last time, I promise,” you giggled.

“Good,” he smiled, pressing his lips against yours.

You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arm around his neck, your fingers going straight into his hair. He pulled you over onto his lap causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You deepened the kiss while he ran his hands along your back. After a few minutes, you reluctantly pulled away, pressing your forehead against his, both of you gasping for breath obviously kissing way longer than your lungs could handle.  

“How about one more Christmas present?” You whispered.

“What? No, you’ve given me enough,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “This one is for the both of us.”

He looked at you completely confused.

“Am I really going to have to say it out loud because you don’t know where I’m going with this?” You laughed.

“Um… yeah,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes before reaching down, grabbing the bottom of your shirt, and pulling it above your head, leaving you in nothing but a bra and jeans. “Get it now?” You smirked.

His eyes widened at first, but he quickly composed himself, “Um… wow… uh are you sure?” He asked.

You sighed, taking his hands in yours and lacing your fingers together, “I know you’re trying to be a gentleman and you’re making sure I’m not feeling pressured or anything. But I want you. I’ve wanted you for so fucking love and I’m tired of waiting. I want you to touch-”

You don’t even get to finish your speech before he pressed his lips against yours with so much force you almost fell backward. He tightened his grip on your hips, pressing your closer to him. You tugged on his sweater, begging to feel his skin against yours. He removed his lips from yours long enough to pull the sweater over his head, discarding it on the floor with yours.

Your hands quickly found their way to his chest and shoulders while his lips attached themselves to your neck. You tilted your head to the side as he pressed gentle kisses down your neck and shoulder, pushing the strap of your bra out of the way. He placed his fingers at the clasp of your bra fumbling around trying to get it off.

“For fuck’s sake what is wrong with this thing,” he mumbled.

You giggled turning your back to him so he could unclip it that way. As soon as it was, you felt the fabric fall from your body, which you happily discarded to the floor. Chills were sent down your body when you felt his lips against your back. His hands were around your stomach as you leaned against him. You reached your arm up around his neck, bringing his lips down to meet yours. He smiled into the kiss running his thumb across your belly.

The next few moments were all a blur as the two of you took off the clothes that remained before falling onto the bed.

“I love you,” he whispered, gazing into your eyes.

“I love you, too,” you smiled.

**

The morning after you woke up feeling a little disoriented. You felt itchy and you realized it was because you were wearing Harry’s sweater from last night and literally nothing else. The rest of your and Harry’s clothing covered the floor along with the ripped wrapping paper. The room was still lit up by the glow of the Christmas lights. You smiled remembering everything from the night before and it was everything you could have ever hoped for.

You looked over a Harry, who was staring over at you, “Hi,” you smiled.

“Hi,” he smiled, kissing your hand.

“Sleep okay?” You asked.

“Wonderful,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him.

“And… everything else… was okay?” You blushed.

“I believe one might describe it as mind blowing, Happy Christmas, I love you sex,” he smirked.

You giggled, rolling over on top of him, “Care for a repeat? Before I have to leave?”

“You gonna keep the sweater on?” he smirked, his hands at your hips.

“Why? Does it turn you on?” you joked.

“Only because it’s mine,” he smirked. “And you’re mine… and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to keep quoting my own books, I’m not going to let you read them anymore,” you laughed.

“Hey, I’m just making the fantasy a reality, baby,” he smirked.

“Well, the real thing is better than the fantasy,” you smiled.

After a shorter repeat of last night, you two finally got out of bed, while you started packing up your things and Harry cleaned up the mess from last night.

“I don’t want you to go,” he pouted, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m just going a few blocks over and I’ll see you tomorrow,” you giggled.

“I know, but I got used to seeing you here,” he said.

“Me too,” you smiled. “But you’re going to be with your family and I’ll be with mine.”

He sighed dramatically, “Fine I guess I’ll let you go.”

You giggled giving him a quick peck before unwrapping yourself from his arms.

“I’m going to go say bye to your Mum and Gem,” you said.

He nodded, “I’m gonna finish cleaning up out here.”

“Thank you again for this,” you smiled. “I loved it.”

“I’m glad,” he smiled.

“Call you later?” You asked.

“You better,” he said.

Harry sighed as you left. He knew why you were leaving, but it still didn’t make it feel like a part of him was gone too. He was definitely being over dramatic and needy, but in that moment he didn’t care. Once he was finished cleaning everything up in the guest house, he saw an unopened box on the floor.

It was the gift Gemma had given him to give to Y/N.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Guess I’ll just have to give it to her tomorrow.”

He put the box in the bag with his gifts you had given him and held it in on hand while he carried the bag of trash with the other and headed inside.

**

You were now at your parent’s house and it felt just like when you were little. You helped your mother in the kitchen making desserts, listening to Christmas music, while sipping on homemade boozy hot chocolate. When you were finished with that, you would change into your new Christmas pj’s and watch Love Actually together.

“I’m really happy you were able to come home,” she smiled.

“Me too,” you smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend as much time…”

“It’s okay. You were working,” she smiled. “Besides, I’m happy you and Harry finally came to your senses.”

“Yeah, me too,” you giggled. “You know we’re both stubborn.”

“Don’t I know that,”she laughed.

“Oh, before I forget… he’s taking us on a holiday next week,” you smiled.

“Ooohh, romantic,” she smiled. “You seem really happy, honey.”

“Because I am,” you smiled. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt like this and if I’m being honest, the last time I felt truly happy was when Harry and I were still friends. During our years apart or whatever, I always felt like I was missing a part of me.”

“And now it’s back,” your mother smiled.

“Yeah, it is,” you nodded.

**

It was later that night and your parents were headed to bed. You weren’t ready for bed just yet, so you went up to your room and opened a Christmas romance book you’ve been wanting to read. Wrapped up in your favorite blanket, you read under the glow of the Christmas lights strung up inside of your room.

You were about halfway through the book when you heard a tapping at your window. At first, you thought nothing of it, but it kept happening. There wasn’t a tree near your window, so you knew it wasn’t the wind. You closed your book, placing your bookmark down to keep your page, before heading over to the window. You moved the curtain aside, seeing Harry’s smiling face staring back at you.

You unlocked the window, opening it up, “What in the bloody hell are you doing? It’s almost midnight,” you laughed.

“I wanted to be the first person to spend Christmas with you,” he smiled. “Sooo… are you going to let me in.”

You laughed moving out of the way so he could climb inside.

“I swear that used to be a lot easier,” he joked, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Well, you are old now, soooo,” you smirked.

“We’re only a few months apart, so if I’m old you’re old too, darling,” he smirked back at you.

“Touche,” you giggled. “Can I just say I’m a little disappointed you didn’t dress up as Santa. I mean with the whole sneaking into people’s houses on Christmas Eve.”

“My suit’s still at the cleaners,” he joked.

You giggled before putting your hand over your mouth, “We should probably be quieter. That’s all we need is my parent’s to wake up and find a boy in my room.”

“I think I can help with that,” he said before pressing his lips against yours.

Your arms went around his neck while his hands stayed at your hips.

“I’m really loving these pajamas,” he said.

“Hm, should I pack them for our trip?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, about that… I’m highly considering making our cabin a no clothes zone,” he smirked.

“Oh really?” You asked.

“What do you say?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.

“How about… why don’t we get started with that right now?” you smirked, unbuttoning your pajama top.

“Don’t mind if we do,” he said, picking you up and carrying you over to your bed.

About an hour later, you both laid in your bed with his arms around you as you laid on his chest.

“It’s after midnight,” you smiled, glancing over at your clock. “That means it’s officially Christmas.”

“And what a hell of a way to celebrate,” he joked. “I think we should make this tradition.”

You giggled, looking up at him, “Merry Christmas,” you whispered.

“Merry Christmas,” he smiled.

You gave him a quick peck on his lips before you two laid there for a little bit longer until Harry had to head back to his mom’s house.

**

AH! Only one more Part! I’m going to try my best to get it posted early tomorrow… but it may be later… or maybe Saturday. Depends on my time management and I don’t want to rush through the final part!

Also, don’t forget to let me know if you want a shorter companion fic of their holiday together!

[timmys-curls]

Hey so ik this is kinda weird but could u do a smut imagine with sub timothee? like timothee’s insecure and u show him why he shouldnt be;) If ur not comfortable w that that’s cool:)) If not could u do something w kyle? Tysm💞

show me ~ timothée chalamet

smut - nsfw

a/n: aah this came out super long! this is my first smut so it’s a little rough around the edges but hopefully it’s not too bad!

You and Timothée had been dating for a little over three months. The best three months of your life. You hated describing your relationship as “perfect”, but you really felt like it was. Of course the two of you fought, but every fight ended with an “I love you”. The one thing missing from your relationship was the sexual aspect. You and Timothée had had several heated makeout sessions but it never went any further. Timmy had told you he’d had sexual partners in the past, but he insisted it was different with you.

“I just want you in my life forever… I don’t want to ruin anything by going too fast,” he told you when you had brought the subject up in the past.

“I guess I’m just nervous. I want to be good enough. I want it to be perfect for you,” he spoke, his voice tapering off at the end of his sentence as his eyes stayed glued to his feet.

Your heart melted at his words.

“My angel boy…”

One night, you and Timothée had just arrived home from an event. You were nervous about attending when he first asked you, but you ended up having a great time. You never really got dressed up much so you enjoyed being pampered for the day. You were dressed in a golden silk dress that ended at your mid thigh. A slit in your dress travelled up your right leg. Your feet were decorated with a pair of tall black heels.

“Putain de merde. Tu es tellement magnifique. J'ai tellement de chance,” Holy shit. You’re so gorgeous. I’m so fucking lucky, Timothée had said when you’d finished getting ready.

Now, you could feel your body getting hot from his stare. He fumbled with the key to the door, finally succeeding and shoving the door open. You both stumbled inside, tangled in each other's arms, off balance from the wine you had consumed throughout the night. You could feel his hands roam any inch of skin they could find. His head was settled in your neck as he left small bites in all of your favorite spots. Your breath tickled the back of his neck as you sighed heavily, lost in the way his mouth worked against your neck. You grabbed Timothée’s face, smashing your lips against his in a feverish kiss. Your tongue slipped through his teeth and into his mouth and your hands tugged at his hair. Still standing in the middle of the living room, Timmy backed the two of you into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. He pressed you against the door while simultaneously pressing his lower body against yours. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to let out a raspy, “Please.”

“Please what baby?” you asked, slowing down your movements.

“I want this… I want you…” His green eyes peered directly into yours causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Ar-are you sure?”

“Positive. Just… show me how? I-i don’t want to do anything wrong. I’ve never done this with you…,” The quiver in his voice made your heart ache for the boy. You could sense he was nervous.

“I’ll guide you okay, love? Just relax.” You spoke as you brought your hand to caress his cheek.

“Okay,” he breathed out.

You reattached your lips to his and walked backwards until you turned him around. His knees hit the edge of the bed as you pushed him down onto it. He fell backwards, back flat on the bed and green eyes gazing up at you through hooded eyelids. You climbed on top of him, your hips settling directly on top of his. You could feel his bulge through his dress pants. You began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding down into him.

“Fuck,” he let out a breathy moan, his hands moving to your hips. Before you could appreciate the feeling of his hands gripping your hips, he slowly moved them back down to his sides.

“You know you can touch me right baby?” He simply nodded as you guided his hands back to their place on your hips. You let out a giggle when they slid backwards and squeezed your ass.

You began to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on his neck and across his collarbones, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you moved downwards. With every button you undid, you left a kiss. You could feel his muscles tightening under your lips as he tried to keep still. When you reached his waistband, he was a panting mess. Your confidence soared knowing you could have the boy writhing underneath you without even touching him. Your hands undid his belt buckle and slid down his pants. You were left eye to eye with his hardening cock. Your fingers hooked into his boxers as you pulled them down his legs, taking the rest of his pants with them, throwing them both across the room for you two to find in the morning. His cock sprang up, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes went wide. Throughout your entire relationship, you had never seen him completely naked before. To say the least, it was impressive. Your silence must have startled Timothée because you were snapped out of your trance.

“I-i-is everything okay?”

You let your actions answer his question as you gripped him at the base and let your tongue lick him from bottom to top before taking him all the way in your mouth.

“Je-Jesus christ y/n. Fuck,” he moaned. Hearing your name fall from his mouth only encouraged you. You picked up your pace, taking him deep into your throat. Your nose hit his abdomen as he finally let his hands perch on the back of your head. His moans were music to your ears.

“Babe… stop...stop,” he suddenly let out.

“Oh shit I’m sorry I just got so into it i-,” you began to ramble before he cut you off.

“No no no. That’s not what I meant. It was good. Really good… I just… I wasn’t going to last much longer,” he explained, suddenly getting even more sheepish as a blush crept onto his cheeks. You kissed him hard, smiling at the precious boy.

“I love you, Timmy,” you whispered.

“I love you too. I want to… you know… make you feel good,” he spoke as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, pushing your dress up. The only thing separating you from him was the thin lining of your underwear. The feeling of his bare hands made you feel like every article of clothing you had on was too much.

“Later baby. I need you,” you spoke with urgency. You guided his hands to remove your dress. He eyes fell directly to your exposed breasts, mouth wide open.

“Take them off for me baby?” you asked, lifting your leg to allow his easier access. He glided your underwear down letting his hand brush over the area that was aching for him. You whined his name, spurring on his movements as he let his fingers explore you.

You looked him directly in his eyes and spoke, “Can I… ?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Please,” he was practically begging for you.

You sat up on your knees and gripped his cock that was now red, swollen, and begging for a release. You lined him up at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto him.

“Ooohh fuckkk,” he let out in a loud moan. He threw his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Look at me.” Your tone was demanding as your hand moved to his neck, giving it a light squeeze. His eyes watched you slide up and down on him, the look on his face was heavenly. Profanities flew out of his mouth. Your name leaving his lips like a prayer. You could tell when he looked at you that he was searching for signs of confirmation. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself too. And you definitely were. The feeling of Timothée deep inside you was one you had been longing for. It was everything you hoped it would be.

You could see beads of sweat begin to form on Timmy’s forehead. His jaw was clenched and his hips began to buck up into yours causing your head to fly backwards and screams of pleasure to leave your mouth.

“Oh fuck. Timmy, baby, I’m so close.”

“Shit me too. Wh-where should I…?” he spoke in a lowered tone, trying to maintain his composure.

“Inside of me, inside of me,” you mentally praised yourself for remembering to take your pill.

Before long, Timothée was spilling his load inside you. The warmth of his orgasm spurred you on to your own.

Exhausted, you collapsed beside him, the only sounds in the room were those of the two of you catching your breath.

When your heart beat had slowed, you turned your head to gaze at him only to find he was already looking at you.

“That was incredible Timothée.”

“That was… insane,” he breathed.

The two of you laid together in silence until you felt his hand begin to trace patterns on your stomach. You looked at him through tired eyes.

“Round 2?”

You let out a loud laugh, leaning over to kiss him.

“Maybe later,” you replied, “...and then I can teach you some other things.” You gave him a wink as you stood up to go shower, his eyes following your every step as you heard an “I love you” come from over your shoulder.

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Bottoms up! (SMUT)

So basically me and @kulaykape had a bet going on about who could write the best Ina x mc smut where Ina is one hell of a bottom and well I tried :)

@citybornchick @thedaft1 @astrangeandunusualgirl @domakir

Have fun!

-------------------------------------------------------

Ina was just coming home from work. She's been having a long day at work. Lot's of conversations with colleagues, students and a lot of discussions. She loved her job, but she was getting tired of always bossing her students around about papers and tests. For once she just wanted to be told what to do.

Luckily, her girlfriend Bella, the one Ina has been in a relationship with for almost two years, can read Ina like a book. She knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. From earlier texts Bella noticed something off with Ina.

One of Ina's texts told Bella that she misses the time where she was a student and didn't have to tell anyone what to do and that she actually misses the things like getting deadlines, being put in her place and all that stuff.

Ina: Bella, I will be home around 8pm. There are a lot of things going on at work and unfortunately I must finish a lot of things and tell some students what they must learn and do to succeed the next assignment before being able to go home. I am sorry. I do miss when times were simpler, where I was the one getting the deadlines and being told to do something, instead of saying so myself. Growing up truly is dissapointing.

So Bella got an idea. When Ina was at work, she went to the sex shop and bought two new toys they didn't already have and bought a sexy leather outfit for herself to wear. She made sure everything was ready in the livingroom and bedroom and got into her outfit.

Then Ina came home.

The living room was dark, with only a few candles lit and the lights were low red, thanks to the new app Bella had installed on her phone where she can change the colors of the lamps. And the music Ina heard was, well, kind of sexy? Ina couldn't really tell, her mind was still toasted of having to boss people around.

Then Ina's sight suddenly went dark. "Here's what's going to happen. You're gonna undress yourself like a good little girl, get on your knees and wait for further instructions." When Ina's sight was back, she was alone again. So Ina did what she was being told to do, with a smile on her face. Once she was completely naked and put all her stuff away, she got on her knees. Again, a blindfold was being placed on her eyes. "Good girl. Now, here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm feeling quite generous, and I'm feeling like using my new toys on you. From now on, you'll call me Ms. Fiennes. If you disobey me in any way, there will be a punishment for it. You will not ask anything unless I tell you to. I make the rules tonight. Do you understand?" "I-- yes, ms. Fiennes, I understand." Ina was loving this and was already so into this. "Good. For now, the blindfold will stay on. Don't hold back on any sounds." "...Yes ms. Fiennes"

Bella pushed Ina onto her fours, so she was facing Bella in doggy style position. Even though Ina was blindfolded, she could hear the sound of something humming near her. "Now, my little pet, I'm going to be using my first toy on you." The toy in question was a vibrator with a clitoris stimulator on top of it. "Please, ms. Fiennes, I'm yours." "Exactly what I wanted to hear." And with that she places the toy on top of Ina's back. Goosebumps were immediately showing on Ina's skin. She moves the toy in a torulously slow line down Ina's back to the place where she needed her the most. "Now, you don't think I'm just gonna give you the pleasure without getting anything out of it? No, no. I want to hear you beg for it." Bella said, as she moved the toy just above where Ina wants her desperately. "Please, ms. Fiennes. Please take me hard. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please-- ohhhhh..!" With that, Bella started to move the toy around Ina's clit. Ina was tantalised by the way Bella was working against her. "Say it. Tell me what you want", she wispered in Ina's ear. "I want you to be inside of me, ms. Fiennes" and with that, Bella made the toy slide into Ina, careful to place the clitorisstimulator just right. "Ohhhh- I-I... please, ms. Fiennes, please move against me" so she did. She slid the toy in and out of Ina, each stroke harder then the last one, until all she could hear were Ina's moans. "Now, I want you to come for me, like the dirty little girl you are" "I-I'm close, fuck I'm so close, I- I- ohhhhh fuck!" And with that, Ina was going through her first orgasm of the night. The combination of the vibrator sliding in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit made Ina see stars she never saw before.

"So, my little plaything. How did that feel?" Bella asked as she licked some of Ina's arousal off her fingers. Ina was completely flustered. "That felt amazing, ms. Fiennes. Please let me return the favor" Ina wanted to repay Bella for treating her with a night like this. "I make the rules, I tell you what to do. Stand up." So she did, and Bella took her blindfold off. Before her was standing Bella, with dark eyeliner on, a black lace bra, a leather skirt and long black heels. A true sex goddess. "Now, I want you to walk to the kitchen island and bend over it" Ina obeyed, and bend over for Bella. "Now, I'm going to taste you, do not hold back on the sounds" "yes, ms. Fie- ohh!" Bella dove in, sliding her wet tongue through Ina's even wetter slit. "You taste amazing" and with that she introduced two fingers inside of Ina. "Ohhmygod, that feels- you are- mmhhhh" Ina was having a hard time finding the words about what Bella was doing to her. Bella's eyes landed on something standing on the kitchen counter. "Do you see that fruitbowl over there? I want you to give me a piece of fruit." So Ina did. She grabbed the first piece she could get, a smooth pear, with a slim top and a round bottom. "Good girl. Sweet and juicy, just like you." She said, as she was pressing the pear onto Ina's clit. "Ohh.. what are you doing down there?" "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." And with that, she slided the slim half of the pear inside Ina and gently swirled it around. Bella would have never imaginer using a pear like this would be this good. "Ohh God, that is just.... ohhh" Bella noticed Ina's left leg started to tremble so she pushed her further by licking at her clit. As she was licking her clit, she was enjoying the taste she and only she would get to taste from now on. She tastes perfect, and Bella is officially addicted to the taste of Ina Kingsley. "Please, ms. Fiennes, may I come?" And with that, Bella made Ina come again.

Bella took the pear out of Ina and stood up so she was standing behind Ina. "Now open up..." she wispered in Ina's ear. Ina's mouth opened, and she took a bite out of the pear that was inside her moments ago. She gently pushed the pear in Ina's mouth as her other hand started to caress her breasts and slightly pinch her nipples. "How does it taste?" "Very, very good, ms. Fiennes" "that's mostly the taste of what I'm doing to you, my little pet." "I taste sweet." "That's why you're my favorite flavor" *wink*

"Now, down on your knees" Bella sad as she was lifting her skirt up, only to reveal no underwear underneath it. "You didn't think you'd get all the pleasure, now did you?" Bella grasped Ina's hair. "Beg for it." "Please let me lick your pussy, I need to taste it. It's the only thing I'll ever need." And with that, Bella moved Ina's head exactly as she wanted her, and let her amaze her with her tongue. "Mm.. you feel incredible" and she pulled her head up to make her look her in the eyes. "You are mine, after tonight you are officially mine. Don't you ever forget that." "I won't, ms. Fiennes, I'm forever yours." "Now that' a good girl"

"Please, ms. Fiennes, can I come? I want to come desperately." Bella stopped stroking Ina with her hand from behind. "Now, my little pet, what did I say about asking? Didn't I warn you that you'd be punished for misbehaving?" Ina went silent for a while before answering. "You did, ms. Fiennes." "I am a woman of my word. Get over here." She sat down in their livingroom chair and pointed at her lap, letting Ina know to go and bend over her knee. So she quickly hurried to Bella. "I'm going to spank you five times. You're going to count with me. Understood?" When she didn't reply she squeezed her ass firmly. "Understood?" "Ohh- yes, ms. Fiennes." "Good girl" and she gave her the first slap. "Ohhh- one..." the second slap "nnhhhh... two" "I want to hear you louder." Another slap. "Ohhmy... t-THREE" Bella was smirking at her self. She slapped her for the fourth time. "Ahhhh... FOUR" and then finally the last slap. "FIVE! ooohh...." "now there's a sight to remember" Bella said as she started to play with Ina's behind. Ina was surprised at finding out how erotic she found this. Bella moved her hand furthur, starting to finger her. "Ooohhh shoot.." Ina moaned softly. "Look at you, all hot and bothered... lying in my lap.. desperate to cum" Bella said, and with that, she let Ina fall over the edge. "Ohhh shit, shit, shit my go- ooooohhh yes!"

Ina was an utter and complete mess when Bella made her climax time after time. Bella took her in every position, and clearly doggystyle was one of their favorites yet. As Bella was pounding into Ina with a new strap-on she bought, Ina was moaning and squirming uncontrollably. Bella grasped Ina's hair and pulled her close. "Who do you belong to? Who's body is this? Who's pussy? Tell me now" Ina was bucking her hips into Bella's. "You, ms. Fiennes, only you." Come for me, let me hear what I'm doing to you" "oooohhh... I'm going to.. I'm about to-- ohhhhhhhh my god, yes, yes oh fuck!" Ina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was feeling yet another climax, each one seeming to feel more amazing then the last.

Many, many rounds later, they collaped on their bed together. Bella lies on her side next to Ina with her hand placed on Ina's stomach while Ina still tries to catch her breath. "So, how was that for you?" "It was amazing, ms. Fiennes" Bella chuckles. "You know you can call me Bella now, right?" "I know, I'm sorry, I guess my mind is still in a different galaxy. Seriously, babe, you made me see and feel things I've never seen or felt before." Bella starts stroking Ina's hair. "Well, I noticed you were down from your text earlier, and I made a judgement call and thought this would be what you would like and need the most" "I really did, thank you, sweetheart" Bella kisses the top of her head. "Don't ever thank me for that. It was my pleasure, trust me." Ina nuzzles her head in the crook of Bella's neck. "I think I might be a bit sore tomorrow" Ina says and Bella starts blushing slightly. "Was it too much?" "Never. Just be prepared to get payback any day now. Be prepared." Bella pecks Ina on the lips. "For you, my dear, I am always prepared." She gives Ina one last kiss. "I love you" "I love you more" "not possible. Now get over here." They settle into each other arms and fall into a deep sleep together, both having a smile on their face as they dreamt about many more future moments like this to come.

The end

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @bat-famzine Bats and Birds zine! I wanted to write my fav trio, Stephanie, Tim, and Cassandra.

…

…

…

…

“Yep. Doing it here was the right choice,” Stephanie Brown confirmed, crossing her arms and nodding her head slowly as she surveyed the living room. A wide, expansive area, it was as big as the first floor of her house. Hell, the TV mounted on the wall was bigger than all the screens in her house combined. “No, it was the onlychoice.”

“Over-dramatic much?” Tim rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face said otherwise. Sitting in front of the TV in a mess of wires, he started connecting several game consoles to the TV. “Your house would have been fine.”

“It would have been only fine. Wayne Manor? Now that’s great.” With a snort, she gingerly picked up a free HDMI cord. “And you have what, five different consoles for us to play? In one night? And I’m the over dramatic one?”

“We could switch games part way,” Tim argued, untangling a controller. His tongue was stuck to the side, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on unravelling the messy pile in front of him. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Jason use these.”

“Is it possible to use…” Perched awkwardly on one of Bruce’s leather couches, Cassandra paused as she struggled to find the right word. Correcting herself, she continued, “to playa game in a night?”

“Depends on the game!” Delighted by the question, Tim immediately looked over his shoulder. “With the party type games—”

“Less talking, more doing!” Stephanie interrupted, before a huge spiel about time could occur. At the rate he talked, it’d be morning before they could play and Gotham probably couldn’t survive them taking two nights in a row off.

“Yes, yes,” Tim grumbled, puffing his cheeks as he hurried with set up.

Stephanie chuckled. Honestly, he was so ridiculous sometimes. Turning back to Cassandra, she winced. Cassandra didn’t look like she knew how to sit on a comfy couch, let alone relax, and maybe they should have done this earlier. She couldn’t even remember the last time Cassandra took time off. At the rate she was going, she’d turn into a mini-Batman. And they already had enough of that with Damian running around.

“What are you doing?”

Speak of the devil. Forcing a smile on her face, Stephanie turned around. “Heya, Damian.”

Damian gave her a pointed stare and she tried not to shiver. Sure, he was only ten, but in demon years, he’d be like sixty. Or was that dog years? At least there wasn’t bloodlust in his eyes. Or a weapon in his hands. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Not tonight.” Stephanie grinned, hand on her hip. “We’re having a sleepover.”

Damian crossed his arms, raising an unimpressed brow. “So you’re slacking off.”

Part of her wondered if Bruce was rubbing off on him or vice versa. Her smile strained as she tried not to frown. “No, we’re taking a well-deserved break.”

“He doesn’t understand what that is,” Tim snipped, setting down the Switch. Finished untangling, he turned on the system and flipped on the T.V. When the screen stayed black, he frowned and fiddled with the controller. “Talk to him like you’d talk to a five-year-old.”

“I suppose she would have a lot of experience, dealing with you.” Damian casually strolled over to Tim.

Tim opened his mouth to argue, but there really was no going around that burn. It was almost impossible to get the last word with Damian; she would know. No, there was only one way this could end. Tim’s hand was already curled around a controller, his weapon of choice, and while Damian looked unarmed, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had at least ten knives hidden in his dress pants. Eyes darting from one boy to the other, Stephanie wasn’t sure if she should separate them before they stained the carpet with blood or run to the kitchen to get popcorn.

Damian pressed a button on the side of the screen and it flickered on. Lips curling into a smirk, he sneered, “Can’t even manage this much, Drake?” And just as suddenly as he had entered the room, he left.

“I hate that kid,” Tim muttered grumpily.

Stephanie patted his back consolingly. “I know. I know.”

-x-

“Jump!” Stephanie yelled, pressed up against Cassandra’s left side. When her friend gave her an owlish blink, she shouted, “X. HIT X.”

“Right.” Cassandra quickly pressed the right button, bouncing on her seat slightly. On the screen, Mario jumped to safety as a black bullet smashed into the wall beneath him. A narrow escape. Too narrow.

“Safe,” Stephanie sighed, slumping over and resting her head on Cassandra’s shoulder. Man, it was more stressful than she’d expected, watching Cassandra play. For someone who picked up every way to kill a man just by watching it once, she was an unexpectedly slow study on video game controls.

On Cassandra’s other side, Tim gave her a curious look. “Are there too many buttons to remember?”

“No, not that…” Cassandra stared at the little controller in her hands, her fingers lightly brushing over the various buttons. The tracking pad. Mario shuffled in spot, waiting to move. “I just want to do it myself.”

Stephanie looked up, eyebrow raised. “You mean, run through the forest fighting off bullets and bombs and weird turtle guys?”

“Yes.” Cassandra paused, then shook her head. “No. I want to…I want to jump. To run. To do that action. When you say ‘dodge’, I want to dodge.”

“Oh!” Tim hit his fist on his open palm, realization dawning on his face. “Is that why you keep bouncing in your seat?”

“Yes.” Cassandra nodded. “I tried to…keep it still.”

“Doing a terrible job of it.” Sitting up, Stephanie stroked her chin. “Oh, is it like when I play foosball and just want to tear out the sticks and force the guys to hit the ball?”

“Kinda.” Tim shot her a deadpan stare. “But that’s mainly because you’re bad at it.”

“…them’s fighting words.” Plucking the controller out of Cassandra’s hands, she brought up the home menu. Opening Smash, she turned to Tim with a challenging smirk. “Ready for a beat down?”

“Don’t go home crying,” Tim retorted, picking up the second controller. He pushed his hair back, out of his eyes, turning on his serious mode. “What was our score? 40 to 17?”

Gritting her teeth, she swiped a finger across her neck, execution-style.

-x-

“I’m sorry.” Cassandra wrung her hands apologetically, her cheeks red with embarrassment. She hung her head shamefully, her back hunched as they headed toward the kitchen.

“It’s fine!” Tim reassured quickly, patting her back awkwardly. “We can always get new controllers.”

Arms crossed behind her head, Stephanie looked over her shoulder at the pair. “I didn’t think you could break them like that.”

“It could happen to anyone.” Tim shot her a shut-up glare.

Stephanie had never taken a hint before and she wasn’t about to start now. “No, seriously. What kinda workout do you give your fingers? Those buttons look like they were hammeredin.”

Still a little flustered, Cassandra curled her fingers in and out. “Push ups. Finger bands. I use a lot of. Uh. Methods.”

Push-ups. Stephanie cocked her head, remembering their work-outs together. Remembering Cassandra’s finger push ups. An entire human body supported by a single finger. Her mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Riiigghhht. Got it.”

“I could teach you,” Cassandra offered, looking more enthusiastic now. She curled her hand into a fist, punching the air ahead of them. “Just like before.”

“Uhhh….” Stephanie suppressed a shudder, remembering how their first time around as teacher-student had gone. Vomiting. Bruises. Bones that felt like they should have been broken but were miraculously not. Sure, she was better now: faster, quicker, stronger, all of that jazz. Part of her feared that would make Cassandra’s spartan training even worse, that she’ll kick it up a notch thinking she didn’t have to hold back now. “I’ll…think about it.”

“Chicken!” Tim teased, chuckling.

Cassandra turned to Tim hopefully. “To make up for the controller.”

He froze mid-laugh. Like a deer in the headlights, he was only able to blink and nod.

“Fraidy cat,” Stephanie muttered, rolling her eyes. Falling back to walk apace with Cassandra, she bumped shoulders with her. “Honestly, with the allowance you guys get, I bet Tim won’t even notice the controllers.” As they entered the kitchen, she leaned forward, shooting him a questioning look. “How much do you guys get again?”

“Finished with your games, are you?” A formal, clipped tone interrupted their discussion. Alfred Pennyworth stood in front of the counter, whisking briskly in a plastic bowl. “I am afraid you will have to wait a little longer for the waffles.”

“Alfred! You remembered!” Stephanie gave Alfred a side hug. He was even wearing the frilly apron she gave him last year. “It’s been so long since I had one of your waffles!” Excited, Stephanie pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat on it backwards. Resting her chin on the chair’s back, she grinned cheerfully. “Best food ever. This is why we had to do this here.”

“The curtain’s why we have to do this here,” Tim mocked, rolling his eyes as he sat next to her.

“Didn’t you ask for the waffles?” Cassandra asked. She stood next to Alfred, watching curiously as he stirred. “For Steph.”

Tim coloured at that, turning away when Stephanie gave him a questioning look. “Cass! You weren’t supposed to say that!”

“Ooohh?” Stephanie grinned, looping an arm around his shoulders. He covered his face, but she could see his ears and they were as red as a tomato. “Did someone miss me?”

“Vey much so, Miss Stephanie.” Alfred smiled kindly, cracking an egg and adding it to the batter. “I dare say the house had been too quiet with you gone. It is good to have you back.”

“Aww, Alfred.” Stephanie could feel her own face flushing now, her skin warm, and she blew him a kiss. “I missed you too.”

“I have to apologize, though, for the state your waffles are in.” Alfred wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, before folding it neatly and returning it to his pocket. “I had created a batch with blueberries earlier but Master Damian consumed them.”

“He ate them,” Stephanie replied flatly. Her hand curled into a fist and she looked up at the ceiling, in the direction of Damian’s room. That little punk. There was no way he wanted those waffles—they weren’t ‘elite’ enough for him. She narrowed her eyes. “He’s just messing with me.”

“That’s just…” Thinking about it a little more, Tim rubbed his neck. “He is. He definitely is.”

-x-

“We should do the party game,” Stephanie suggested, scrolling through Tim’s game list. It was simple enough—throwing a die and hoping to land on the right tile. Just like Monopoly! Most importantly, it sounded like something she could win. “Pure luck.”

“You’ll still lose.” Tim picked up an old Gamecube case. “Maybe Starfox. Or Sonic.”

“You trash talking me?” Stephanie glared at him. “I beat you before and I’ll beat you again.”

“That’s like one out of—Cass?” They watched as Cassandra re-entered the living room, calmly walking over to her bag. She gave them a short nod as she reached in and pulled out a rope. “Uh…what’s that for?”

“Damian,” Cassandra replied, her voice eerily flat. She coiled the rope around her arm and headed to the door.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Stephanie dropped the Switch and a frantic Tim dived to catch it. Quickly, she ran in front of Cassandra, her arms spread wide. “What are you doing?”

“Catching Damian,” Cassandra explained, as though it was the most natural thing.

“With a rope?” She tugged the rope, trying to pry it free. “What’d he do?”

Setting the Switch down carefully, Tim stood back and crossed his arms. “Did he attack you?”

“No.” Cassandra paused, an uncharacteristic frown on her face. “He…complimented me.”

“Huh? Damian Wayne? Mr. Snobby Brat himself?’ Stephanie tried and failed to keep her jaw from dropping. Sure, she highly suspected Damian would like Cassandra; with her assassin-like skills and taciturn behaviour, she was almost everything Damian wanted to be. It was still another thing to hear it. “Then why’re so angry?”

“…he insulted you.” Cassandra walked around her, pushing open the door.

They watched her leave, Tim giving a low whistle. “Three strikes, and he’s out.”

“Do you think we should, uh, follow?” Stephanie bit her cheek when it was clear Cassandra wasn’t coming back. “It might get...bloody.”

“Oh definitely.” Tim grinned, practically skipping out the door. “I only wish I had popcorn.”

-x-

“You know, it’s too bad Damian didn’t want to join us,” Stephanie sighed, selecting her car for the race. It was a hard choice between something purple and semi-good, and something ridiculous. She went with ridiculous. Baby Daisy in a Flame Ride.

“MMMFFFFF.”

Tim snickered, pressing start. “I know. I can almost hear him now, begging to join us.”

“MMMMMNNNNNFFFF.”

“I think he is cursing us.” Cassandra looked over her shoulder curiously at the strung-up Damian. Strung upside down like a turkey, his face was red as he continued to shout. Or tried to shout. The cloth muffled most of his words. Squinting, Cassandra tried to read his body language but even with her skills, it was an impossible task. “I think he is…angry.”

“I’m sure he is.” Stephanie nodded sagely, before gently turning Cassandra’s face toward the TV. It was just like her to miss the point; they were supposed to be ignoring the jerk. “We’re also in the middle of a race.”

Doubt colouring her expression, she looked uncertainly over her shoulder at Damian’s struggling form. He swung side to side, outraged. “Should we take him down?”

“That’s what got him there in the first place,” Tim quipped. He laughed when Damian growled. “I never knew how much I needed to hear that.”

“Me neither.” Stephanie sighed blissfully. “Should have done that ages ago.” Watching as Cassandra hesitantly selected Mario, she raised a brow. “Really? Him? He’s like, the most stereotypical choice.”

Cassandra stared at her like she was crazy. “How can the others drive? They do not have thumbs. Or a license.”

“It’s…part of the game.” Well, when it was put like that, Stephanie couldn’t really argue. Giant gorillas, toads, and babies; none of them made sense as drivers. “They’re not actually—well, they are actually gorillas but…um…cartoon gorillas? Real life doesn’t really mean anything to them.” When Cassandra still looked at her questioningly, she moaned and pressed ‘x’. “Look, let’s just start the game, okay? It’ll make sense later.”

Three matches later, Stephanie wasn’t sure if it made any more sense, but it certainly hadn’t stopped Cassandra from branching out and becoming a flower monster, an elf, and a turtle. Lying on the floor, she turned her hands left and right with her car, as though she were speeding down the track with it. Not that Stephanie was much better—honestly, there was just something about a racing game that made you want to veer with it. Sitting on Cassandra’s back, she gritted her teeth as Princess Peach slammed into a tunnel wall. “That’s cheating, Tim!”

“It’s in the rules, Steph!” Tim growled back, his hip bumping into her arm as he tried to keep Link on the tracks.

“Interference!” she shouted, hitting buttons wildly. One of them would make her go faster. Or shoot down Tim. Or burn down the racetrack. “You hit my arm.”

“And you spilled my drink!”

“MMMMMHHHHH.”

“See? Damian’s on my side!”

-x-

“Ah, Miss Stephanie.” Alfred exited the kitchen, a tray in his hands. Three glasses of pop sat on them, looking far more expensive than the coke she found in the supermarket. Even the chips she brought looked elevated in a ceramic bowl, and she wasn’t sure if that was Alfred’s magic or if it was just how expensive everything else was. “I was just bringing snacks.”

“You’re the best, Alfred.” Stephanie tried to take the tray from him but he smoothly stepped out of her reach. “Alfred?”

“Allow me to perform my duties.” Alfred smiled, lowering the tray in front of her. “Drink?”

“…alright, but I’ll bring the dishes back, ok?” With a grumble, she took a glass. “My mom would kill me if she found out I did nothing.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do.” Alfred approached the living room, peaking in. His eyebrow raised at the sight before him. “Is that Master Damian?”

“Yeah…” Stephanie admitted sheepishly. “We’ll untie him soon. Promise.”

“When you do, I would advise Master Timothy to hide his games. I do not imagine this has made Master Damian any fonder of them.” Alfred’s smile didn’t drop, amusement colouring face. “I am surprised you managed to catch him.”

“Cass, it was all her.” Stephanie shivered, not sure what would have happened if she hadn’t been around. Death. That was probably it.

“That would explain it.” Alfred chuckled softly, turning to her. He smiled fondly. “Truly, it is good to have you back.”

Something about how he said it made it all feel official. That she was finally home, after everything. Giving him a one-armed hug, she smiled. “Me too.”

[tizzymcwizzy]

A Puppeteer Rewrite

Adrinette April Day 5 - Statue

Puppeteer 2 is the bane of my fucking existence so I rewrote the iconic “statue scene” because I quite literally died while watching it. 

I had to rewatch this goddamned episode because I had repressed it so hard that I completely forgot what happened, so please enjoy this at the expense of my suffering.

@adrinetteapril

Ao3

“Don’t get so hung up over friendship, Adrien.” Plagg flew around his head and leaned on an elbow mid-air. “Friendships wither away, cheese doesn’t!” He mused.

“You don’t get it, Plagg. Marinette’s friendship means a lot to me, I couldn’t bear it if she doesn’t like being around me.” Adrien sighed and closed the elevator doors. “I probably did something stupid to make her uncomfortable.” He brushed a hand through his hair. Man, this was confusing. Was he really this socially inept? Nino was usually pretty easy to understand, but he’d been weird all day. Did Adrien do something to upset all of them? Why was making friends so hard? “I’ve got to make it up to her somehow.” Adrien clenched his fists in determination. He definitely wasn’t going to give up on them.

The elevator doors opened. “How do you plan on doing that?” Plagg asked, following Adrien out of the elevator.

“Well y’know,” he didn’t really know, “by doing friend stuff, getting her to relax around me. Like stuff you do for me, cheering me up,” he scratched Plagg chin making him purr happily, “making jokes, playing pranks,” he gasped. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” Plagg asked, flipping over onto his back.

“I’ll play a prank on her! Jokes always make me relax, I’m sure it’ll work,” Adrien reasoned.

“Uhh, you sure about that? She seemed pretty terrified of you.” Plagg raised his eyebrow.

“It’ll be fine, Plagg. Don’t worry.” Whenever Adrien was really stressed out about school and all his daily obligations, Plagg would play a prank on him to get him out of his funk. “Now, what's a good prank?” Adrien scratched his chin and looked around the wax museum.

“-be cool, be cool. I’ll be cool, I’m cool, I’m cool!” A door on the other side of the room kicked open with a loud bang. “I am the coolest person on the planet!” Marinette yelled.

Quick Adrien! He formulated a plan. “Hide, Plagg,” Adrien whispered before taking a pose.

“What’re you gonna do?” Plagg hissed into his ear, glancing frantically between the door and Adrien.

“Shhh! It’s a prank!” Adrien whisper yelled back.

“Marinette is the coolest person on the planet, of course she ca- AAAAUGH!” Marinette jumped back at the sight of him, swinging her arms around. She stared at him and then relaxed. “Oh phew, it’s just the statue.” She laughed, wiping her brow. “Didn’t think they’d finish it so fast,” she reached out and touched his hand. “Oh it’s still warm,” her voice quieted to a whisper. “Still war- ah! I shouldn’t touch it!” She swiped her hand away like she was burned. “Ugh, I’m such a klutz,” she sighed and facepalmed, shaking her head. “Doesn’t wax melt to the touch? Or is that just candle wax? Is candle wax the same as wax figure wax?” She tilted her head. “Oh, Marinette, you should’ve listened when the nice tour guide lady was explaining everything. But nooo, you were so caught up in-” she frowned. “No. I’m a cool person, I’ve got to make it up to him.” 

Him? Was she talking about him? 

“That’s right, I’ve just got to explain everything and,” she started to walk past Adrien. Then she stopped and then began to yell again. “Aaugh! I can’t! I can’t do it!” She scratched her head and spun on her heel. “I’ll just hide out in the bathroom and text Alya to come get me when we leave.” Marinette stuck a hand in the air and made her way towards the bathroom before stopping again. “No! Don’t be a coward Marinette!” She spun quickly on her heel again, eyes shut tightly. Her eyes burst open in a determined rage, staring straight at his chest. He looked away quickly. “Ooohh, why is this so hard?” She put her head in her hands.

Marinette stayed that way for the while. Adrien contemplated scaring her at this point, but the timing wasn’t right. He definitely didn’t plan on her rambling to herself. He was about to move when she perked up.

“Wow, it’s so detailed.” She murmured, peeking between her fingertips. Adrien stiffened. She fell into a squat and poked his shoe. “There’s even scuffs on his shoes, oh and look, his laces are even tied the way he always does them.” She laughed. “The loops are always a little longer than the way Alya ties hers.” She made a little hand motion as she thought out loud.

Adrien blinked. That was a little strange, but Marinette did have an artistic eye, she probably picked up on details like that all the time. He wondered how Nino tied his shoes.

She stood up again and pulled at the fabric of his jacket. “The jacket is Gabriel brand as well,” she chuckled to herself. “Only the highest quality for my son,” she lowered her voice to impersonate his father. She snorted and ran a finger along the seam of his shirt. 

Adrien had to use almost all his willpower not to laugh.

“Oh!” She yelped again pulling her hand away. “Don’t touch the statues, Marinette!” She scolded herself and looked up into his eyes. She ghosted a finger along his hair, careful not to touch it. “I wonder how long it took them to get your hair right, Waxdrien.” She laughed at her joke. “I bet it takes a long time for anyone to get your hair right,” she mused. Marinette pauses staring into his eyes. “So green,” she whispered softly. 

His eyes twitched to look at her. Was this the right time? 

She held her breath and backed away from him, folding her hands behind her back. “Oh Waxdrien, do you know how I can get myself out of this mess?” She glanced at his eyes. “I think I hurt my friend because I was acting super weird.”

She hurt him?

“Think I should practice my apology with you?” She laughed. “Well, it never hurts to prepare,” she scratched her cheek, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. 

Should he stop her now? Should he? Adrien was beginning to sweat.

“Okay, Uhh,” she sighed. “Adrien, look, umm, I’m sorry, about what I said. I mean, i- it wasn’t what I meant to say, it came out wrong and that’s my bad, sorry.” She looked up at him and shuffled her feet. “Look, I, Adrien I like you. You’re one of my best friends, and I don't want anything to be weird between us, I was just being weird earlier cause, cause I-” she paused, biting her lip. Looking almost on the verge of tears. “I’m afraid.” She exhaled. “Not of you! No, no you're not scary!” She put her arms out in front of her and shook them reverently. “I’m, I'm afraid of what you think of me.” She cupped her cheeks in her hands. “I really want you to like me, and to not hate me, and I’m really scared that you’ll find me weird or crazy.” She tugged at her pigtails, closed her eyes and shook her head. “So I was trying to make that clear and it came out all wrong and I’m sorry if I made you feel really weird and awkward around me,” 

“It’s okay, Marinette,” Adrien whispered.

Her eyes flew open. “DwaAAUGH! Adrien!?” She jumped back again. “Wha- I-“ she gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red, causing a pang of guilt to stab him in the gut.

“Sorry, I was trying to play a prank on you,” he explained, the panic rising in his voice. “I thought it would make you relax around me.” Marinette stared back at him. “I- I thought you were mad at me, sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck. 

She relaxed slowly. “Oh, Adrien, I, no no no, I wasn’t mad at you, I just,” she sighed, looking at her feet. “Well I- I guess you know.” She mumbled.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting,” you too pour your heart out, “well, that.” He grimaced at his lack of eloquence.

“It’s, fine,” she murmured. “What I said was true though.” She looked up at him and tugged her pigtails. “I really appreciate our friendship and I don’t want to ruin it.” She sighed, covering her eyes with her hands. “This wasn’t the way I was expecting to tell you, though.” She said through her fingers.

He laughed. “I appreciate our friendship too.” He took her hands and gently pulled them away from her face. “I was trying to be funny, but I’m not very good at jokes. The girl I like always says they’re bad.” He laughed. Ladybug’s eye rolls had become a constant as he proudly took up the mantle as a superhero wise-crack. 

“The, the girl you li-,” Marinette blinked at him, furrowing her brows and turning away.

“Hmm? What was that Marinette?” Adrien walked around her to see her face. “Did I say something?” Oh no, what did he do?

She bit her lip and sighed deeply. “It’s, I- it’s nothing.” She whispered and shook her head. “It’s nothing,” she turned back toward him and smiled. “I’m fine,” she sighed.

“You sure?” He asked. Were people always this hard to read, or was it just his social ineptitude?

“Yeah, yeah,” she shook her head and grinned. “I think your jokes are pretty funny.” She poked him in the chest.

“You do?” He raised his brows and blinked. 

“Mhmm,” she hummed. Then her face lit up. “Hey, let's go play a prank on Alya and Ni- Hawkmoth!?” Her eyes blew wide as she stared past him. Adrien swung around to see none other than hawkmoth himself standing by the door. He ran towards them, flipping his cane. 

Adrien turned and grabbed an umbrella off the Aurora wax figure, blocking Hawkmoth’s blow with the umbrella. “Go, Marinette! Call for help!” He called behind him. 

She frowned and nodded. “Got it!” She ran back to the stairs. They’d have to continue this later.

---

Adrien watched Marinette and Alya talk animatedly from behind the car window. Alya was holding Marinette by the shoulders and reaching up to pet her hair while Marinette laughed and shook her head over and over again. Eventually, Marinette and Alya stopped talking and said their goodbyes. Marinette waved back at them and approached the car. Adrien leaned over the middle seat to quickly open the door for her.

“Thanks,” She mumbled and sat down, fastening her seatbelt.

“No problem, he said absentmindedly. “To Marinette’s house, please.” Adrien tapped his driver on the shoulder. The tower of a man nodded and pulled the car away from the curb.

Adrien glanced at Marinette, who was looking out the window. He should say something. This was getting awkward. 

“Umm,” They both said and turned towards each other.

“Oh, you go first,” Adrien gestured for her to speak.

“No, no, you go.” Marinette insisted and shook her head.

“Okay, um,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, are we cool?” He asked.

“Hmm?” She hummed, tilting her head.

“I mean, umm,” he sighed. “Sorry. I’m still really new to this having friends thing.” He chuckled dryly. “We’re still friends, right, Marinette?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes, yes of course!” She laughed and shook her head. “We weren’t ever not friends!” Marinette put her hands up. “I- well you know what I said.” She looked away and ducked her head.

Of course, he knew what she said. How would he ever forget? “Right, sorry about that again.” He laughed and facepalmed. “I’m not good at being funny.”

“Hey,” she elbowed him and laughed. “I think you’re fine at being funny.” She covered her mouth and giggled. “Though, pretending to be a statue might not have been the best thing to do at the time.”

“Hey! I was short on time, and I’m not that creative.” Adrien crossed his arms and pouted. She continued to laugh into her hands. “Stop laughing at me!” He cried, laughing with her. 

“Why did you do that anyway?” She said between giggles.

“I was, I was worried I’d upset you or something.” He sighed, whenever I’m upset a good joke usually makes me feel better. So I thought, well,” He looked up at her from under his bangs. “Y’know.”

“I’m, I’m surprised you care that much,” she whispered.

“Of course I care,” he took her hand in his. “Your friendship means everything to me, Marinette.” He smiled.

She blinked at him, before melting into a bashful smile. “Thank you, that means a lot.” 

“Of course,” he whispered.

“Your friendship means a lot to me as well.” She explained, looking into his eyes.

His driver cleared his throat. 

“Oh, uh,” Marinette looked out the window to her house. He didn’t even realize they’d stopped. “Well, um,” She looked back at Adrien and pulled her hand out of his grasp. It was cold without hers. “Friends?” She chuckled, putting her fist up in a fistbump.

“Friends.” He smiled and bumped her hand with his.

“I’ll see you, Adrien.” She opened the car door and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Thanks for today, Marinette, I’ll see you later.” He waved.

“Of course, bye!” She grinned wide and closed the car door, waving at him through the window as they pulled away.

He propped himself up on the seat to smile at her through the back window. She spotted him and threw her hands up above her head, waving with a wide grin on her face. He chuckled to himself and sat back down. Marinette sure is great, he thought, warmly.

[lonelypond]

Protect All Idols, Ch. 2

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 2.3K, 2/2

Solutions are decided on.

Next Steps

Nozomi couldn't not stare. Eli, in her sharpest tailored suit, the light blue collar of her shirt accenting her eye color, brought out all Nozomi's interupting urges. But this wasn't high school. Young women's health and reputations were endangered and Eli was in full on protect mode. Nozomi wondered what she'd be like with their own children.

"So you will be messengering a copy of this agreement to Yazawa-san immediately, correct?" Eli's stern look matched her professional tone.

"Of course, Ayase-san."

"She will be handling the details of arranging the volunteer shifts so please assist her with the same courtesy and competence you have shown me."

"It will be our pleasure, Ayase-san."

"Thank you. We look forward to working with you in the future." "We would be grateful for the opportunity." The video conference was wrapping up. Nozomi sat up. She saw a slight shift in Eli's posture and giggled silently. Eli was bracing for what would happen next.

"Please give my thanks to your board of directors and staff, Adachi-san."

"I hope we can meet when you are next in Tokyo."

"I will certainly be in touch to schedule that. I appreciate your personal effort to help us resolve this."

After a few more formalities, Eli closed her laptop, and turned her chair to face Nozomi, eyebrow quirked, "So..."

Nozomi raised her own eyebrow, "So..."

"I bet I can guess what you're thinking." "Really..." Nozomi slid into Eli's lap, "Have you named our children yet?" "What?" A startled Eli nearly jumped. Unfazed, Nozomi had one armed wrapped around her shoulders, and undid Eli's tie with her other hand.

"You're just so cute when you're in hyper protective parent mode."

Eli blushed. "We're still in college." Undone buttons, "Then it's good that there's things we don't need to worry about."

Eli would be missing that evening's discussion session.

###

Aki couldn’t decide on a lipstick color.

“Nico-chan said natural was cuter.” Kawano Aki announced.

Harada Mai sneered. “Unless you want a contract as a makeup influencer.”

“Some makeup companies are pushing the natural look.” Ryuen Shizu glanced up from her phone.

Mai leaned over Aki, picking through the makeup. “You went undercut and blonde so skip cutesy and go with vivid red. I like this one.” She handed Aki a lip paint. “Uncensored.”

“Oh you can’t beat Fenty...but Uncuffed will go better at an elementary school.” Shizu glared at Mai, “We’re going out to bring lunches to school children, not clubbing.”

“Whatever.” Mai flopped on her bed, “I say if you’ve got an image, push it. I’m tired of daylight events.”

Aki frowned. No one was saying out loud what the discussion was really about, which was their current schedule of events doing community service, concerts for seniors, tech help for orphans, school lunches to help boost Aki’s popularity.

“So stay here.” Aki snapped, “No one’s ripping into you for having feelings.’

Shizu snorted but when Aki turned to her, she smiled benevolently and shrugged.

“Look, I have rehearsals with the Bokeh Blossoms right after every one of these; it’s exhausting." Mai frowned, "Nico doesn’t go.”

“I don’t mind.” Shizu spoke up.

“You’re too nice.” Mai threw a pillow at the ceiling.

“Nice is always a good look.” Shizu countered.

“Amateurs.” Mai let the pillow fall on her face.

Aki frowned, confronting the array of lip color choices before her. She grabbed a dusty pink GlossBomb and confidently applied it.

Mai sat up, “Compromise. Smart. I like the way it glitters.”

“FU$$Y”

“$uits you.” Shizu giggled; Aki stuck out her tongue. Mai grinned thinking, this conversation would probably make it to the final broadcast edit. It was cute.

###

Tsubasa leaned forward, fingers splayed out over the table as she TwigTimed Anju and Erena. “Nico and Muse have been really clever, setting up this whole Idol House gig. It’s time to get involved.”

“So you want us to set up a mini A-Rise house?” Erena spoke slowly.

“No, too much like copying. We just fix their PR problem for them.”

“How?”

“Find a couple of other girls, maybe 3 actually, so they’re not a trio once we add Kawano-san. We want to avoid direct comparisons.”

“That might be cute.” Anju giggled, “an A-Rise Jr.”

“She’s not a strong singer or rapper.” Erena pointed out.

“No, but she’s a talented dancer. And she’s very vocal.”

“Isn’t that the problem?” Erena countered.

Tsubasa shook her head, “Nico and Muse are idealists. This happened because they leave too many things to chance. We give her the best PR training in the business. She’s sharp and wants to be noticed.” Tsubasa thought about Kawano-san moving from Nico to Maki once she figured out Maki was the better catch. “And she’s got an instinct for glamor.”

“Sounds like a fun project. It’d be fun to costume a different group. There’s looks I’ve wanted to try that won’t work for us.” Anju was already sketching.

“A couple of our back up dancers from the last video caught my eye.” Erena admitted.

“Which just leaves one more girl to find.” Tsubasa smiled, “We can do our management company a favor and take a trick from K-pop and find a Chinese Idol wannabe looking for a group. Raise our profile in that market.”

“Ooohh, I like that.” Anju added a mandarin style hat to her design.

“Very solid strategizing.” Erena nodded.

“As always. I’ll call the management team, Erena, you reach out to the dancers, and Anju…”

Anju glanced up from her sketch.

“Galaxy level cute.”

Anju winked and tapped her nose with the pencil. “Of course.”

###

“B-HOLD!!!!!!!” Nico was shouting and stomping. A pillow that had fallen to the floor got kicked across the room. Maki, an amused gleam in her eye, was curled up like a cat on Nico’s bed in Nico’s former room at the Yazawa apartment, watching Nico rant and storm.

“Tsubasa wants revenge.”

Maki raspberries, “What? For all the flowers.”

“Hey, that was before Nico met you. And Tsubasa tried to steal you. And then you wrote a WHOLE album for her. And now she’s not happy stealing Nico’s girl, she’s gotta steal Nico’s ideas too…”

Nico rushed by, Maki reached out an arm, and pulled Nico in, dragging the grump into a hug, “She never stole me, Nico-chan.”

“An entire album.”

“Nico-chan.”

Nico sighed, “I know. You needed music.” Nico flopped back on the bed, “I’m sorry I didn’t pay enough attention. I just wanted to keep you out of messes.” Nico punched the mattress, “And now we’re in the middle of messy.”

Maki rolled over Nico’s arm, curling up next to Nico, “ “s my fault. I should have talked to you. And I should have stayed out of Idol House. But when Kawano said that…”

Nico heard a growl coming from her fiancee. She pulled Maki closer, dropping her head to rest on Maki’s hair, smelling the soothing coconut lavender shampoo, “Nobody’s stealing Nico either. Ever.”

“I know.” Maki moved even closer, “I love you, Nico-chan." A pause, "It’s so weird being back here.”

Nico glanced around the room. Cocoro had taken it over, kept the pink color scheme, and put up even more posters of Nico than Nico ever had. Maki shouldn’t mind that. “What’s so weird about it?”

Maki muttered something into Nico’s shoulder.

“What was that?” Nico’s fingers slid through the softness of Maki’s hair. Was that a shiver? Nico suddenly felt more alert.

“Your mom’s in the next room. And we’re…”

“Currently very child friendly.” Nico chuckled, “Except for the language Nico is going to use about Tsubasa.” Nico wondered if Maki was blushing. Or thinking about all the times in this room they’d ALMOST...Nico needed to stop that train of thought. Now that they’d...well, Nico had a lot more trouble focusing, especially when Maki was so near and felt so warm...and suddenly Maki’s eyes were...and so luminous and…

###

Tsubasa Kira spoke right to the cameras, winking, seizing the room, flopping down on the couch next to a glammed up Harada Mai and throwing an arm around her, “We would have stolen you from Nico to, but the Bokeh Blossoms will have a really nice set up here while they record their next album.”

Mai bounced, torn between giving Super idol Kira Tsubasa her full attention and following Kira-san’s example and working the cameras. She finally just deciding on grabbing Tsubasa’s arm and squealing, “And Nico has set up meetings with the best makeup and fashion brands. It’s so cool. We’re getting total makeovers.”

“Nico understands better than anyone the value of GOOD publicity…”

The Nishikino media room exploded as Nico flew off the couch, Maki reaching out to pull her back before she attacked this week’s episode of Idol House, filmed two weeks ago, this conversation happening after Nico moved out.

“She didn’t say anything negative, Nico-chan, it’s a compliment.”

“It’s the tone...Tsubasa has it in for me.”

“Tsubasa has been very helpful, Nico.” Umi stated calmly from where she was wedged between Honoka and Kotori.

“Yeah, they set up a whole group to put Aki-san in the middle of.” Honoka added.

"And that press conference," Kotori swooned again, she'd been texting Nico about A-Rise's new look for a week. Nico A-Rise tolerance was currently non existent but Umi had mentioned to Nico the improvement in Kotori's mood so Nico just sent back (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ when Kotori sketched new A-RIse inspired ideas.

“Which got them impressive amounts of positive mentions. Trending topic for 3 days.” Hanayo glanced up from her phone, “Idol House is trending now.”

“Nico Ni needs to trend.”

“Just wait’ll you move in with the” Rin made a huge sweep with her arms, almost knocking Hanayo’s phone out of her hand, “hottie heiress you stole from her tower. Everyone’ll go wild.” Rin stuck her tongue out at Maki.

“Well, Nico did do that.” Nico’s smug look made Maki pause her throwing a pillow at Rin action to smash Nico with it, “Hey, what was that for?”

“I proposed to you.”

“But only because Nico…”

Maki didn’t want to hear whatever Nico’s brag was going to be and just leaned in, kissing the Super Idol silent. Umi paled. Kotori giggled as Honoka cheered. Rin rolled away and Hanayo quietly put her phone down after capturing the image for Nico’s TWIG feed.

A quiet chuckle pulled everyone not kissing’s attention away from the screen and to their non Muse guest, Ryuen Shizu. “Are you always this...insane when you get together?

“Yes,” Umi’s tone carried the weight of years.

“You need to be here when Nozomi’s here, that’s the real crazy.” Rin flipped over, hanging off the couch upside down to watch Shizu packing boxes onscreen, “Hey, you’re in two places.”

Shizu glanced at Nico, but Nico was still making out with Maki, so then she turned to Honoka as the only other person she’d really ever talked to, “Is she serious?”

“Rin? Seriously silly.”

“You betcha.” Rin did an ab crunch, pillow poised to launch and knocked Maki out of her embrace with Nico. “Ha! Gotcha.”

Maki took the pillow and without breaking eye contact with Nico, tossed it back toward Rin, actually hitting Hanayo, who squealed and dropped her phone. This launched Rin at Maki, pulling the taller girl into a wrestling hold

“Nico?” Shizu asked quietly, now that Nico was laughing at Maki, not kissing her.

“Huh?” Nico took a minute to get acclimated back to the watch party, “Oh, Shizu-chan? What’s wrong?”

Shizu scooted closer, almost whispering, “Is the tour going to be like this?”

Nico shook her head, “No. Nico is a total pro. You and Maki will record and livestream, Nico will rehearse with the dancers, and you’ll open each show. There’s a lot of travel time.”

“And halfway through, Kayo-chin and I will visit and there will be fireworks and pillow fights every night.”

Maki had Rin in a chokehold, “Not if I don’t reserve you a hotel room.”

“Nico.” Rin whined, “You won’t let her leave us out. Kayo-chin’s your biggest fan.”

“No, she’s not. Take that back.” Maki growled.

“Rin.” Hanayo turned away from both screens, “Don’t make Maki mad.”

“Don’t care. She can’t keep me away.”

Umi was now standing over Maki, a steady hand on her shoulder, “Let Rin go.”

Kotori was whispering something distracting in Honoka’s ear or Nico thought there surely would have been a third in the WrestleMania portion of the evening.

With a grumble, Maki released Rin and flumped next to Nico.

“I pressed pause. Do you want me to start up again?” Hanayo asked.

“Nico’s tired.” Nico exaggerated a yawn. Maki got a hopeful gleam.

Kotori stood up, sliding her arm through Umi’s, “Let’s go back to Honoka’s, Umi-chan. I want a snack.”

“C’mon, Kayo-chin, we can walk with them and finish it at our place.” Rin pulled Hanayo off the couch.

“All right.” Hanayo agreed reluctantly, looking back at the screen.

“See you soon, Maki.” Rin waved cheerfully.

“Sure.” Maki was back to staring at Nico.

Shizu waited for someone to say something, but then realized no one was going to pay attention to her. She stood.

“I’m going to go up to my room. Thank you for your hospitality, Nishikino-san.”

“Maki.” Maki waved in a random direction.

Nico had a hand sliding around Maki’s shoulder to get tangled in her hair, “Remember, we have a breakfast meeting.”

“Of course. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The kiss started before the door closed, and in one of the pauses, Nico whispered, “You’re going to miss them.”

Maki shook her head, curls bouncing as she drew Nico back on the couch, “Not for a month.”

Nico laughed. Being an Idol House producer had more perqs than being an Idol House resident, hands on time with Maki being the best.

Maki pulled away, blushing, “What’s funny, Nico-chan?”

“How everything works out.”

“As long as I’m right here, with you, I don’t care.”

Nico, as much as her head was full of future plans and successes and pitfalls, let herself get lost in the intimacy of having Maki so near and was surprised to find herself in full agreement, “Me neither.”

“Good.” And then somehow, Maki’s lips made the gentlest touch against Nico’s, an invitation igniting an inferno.

A/N: Thanksgiving here. Having a quiet day building a Christmas playlist to write to. Drop a song or favorite holiday trope in the comments, please and thank you.

[hermitreunited]

Hi, I love your fics so much! Could you do 2, 6 and 10 for Everyone Gets Here Eventually? I have such a soft spot for it :)

Thank youuuu!! I have a soft spot for it, too, which is why, oh boy, I went overboard on this reply. So I am definitely putting in a read more and venture forward at your own cluttered risk!

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in eghe?

Some of them I really liked writing because I they were centerpiece scenes that I basically had all the dialogue laid out for ahead of time, so it was easier to sort of just fill in the rest, like the meeting Dave’s family dinner, or when Klaus and Dave have their big fight.

Some I really liked because I didn’t anticipate them existing and then, hello! there they were! and cute and fun, like Rachel teasing Dave about Klaus, and the two of them baking and talking about homophobic dads after, and Diego meeting Dave. Dave going off on Reg was also not a way I thought things would go there and ‘cute and fun’ is not how I would describe it but oh MAN was it satisfying to write.

6. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in eghe?

ooohh it stayed surprisingly intact, actually! One of the curses that plagues me as a writer is I basically have to write each scene in order, and then things sort of settle in, with scenes leading one to the next in ways I don’t tend to mess around with.

But I pulled out the docs and looked at notes for it, which honestly is where this all went wrong because I have A Lot Of Notes for it. The scene that probably got the biggest changes is in chapter two, where Dave shares about how the afterlife works and that the ghosts Klaus sees on earth are the bad bits that get left out of the afterlife.

So it never made it onto the page, but this was the scene where they decided that they needed a name for this afterlife and they settle on Peace, as in the spirits there are at peace.

And anyway, I always need to know everything that everyone on the page is thinking when I write, so when Klaus learns about the spirits on earth mainly being the worst parts of people’s souls, I have a note about what’s on his mind:  “not only is this a ‘here is why your life is so fucking shitty - solved it’ moment, which sucks, but also I think he’s conflating things a bit and possibly over the top self-pityingly toying with the idea that he keeps getting kicked out because allll of him is the worst of humanity. it’s not an entirely consistent idea, but when he wants to feel really shitty, he dabbles in the notion.”

ALSO in that scene, I have the only chunk of properly written stuff I found that was cut but still saved. I took it out because it seemed like it dipped into too much confusing plot stuff and made the timing weird and it just didn’t work there but - Klaus realizes that with ghosts basically able to time travel, a person or organization could quite effectively change timelines, as long as they had Klaus around to talk to said ghosts for them. (and maybe it was a backdoor idea for a fic that could exist, I don’t know) But anyway here’s a version of what that conversation looked like:

Then the magnitude of this new angle hits him. “This is a lot, Dave. Holy shit. This is turning out to be a lot.” “Too big to mess with.” Dave has had plenty of time to think this over already, and that’s the conclusion he came to as well. “Did you know, there’s a whole group of time-traveling cops who make sure that nothing changes the timeline too much?” Obviously Dave did not know about that. ‘The world got weird’ is turning out to be a greater understatement than he could ever have imagined. “Whatever that even means,” Klaus goes on. “‘Cops’ is actually too sanitized a word, probably. There’s no way they know about this. If they knew that I - I don’t know what they would do. Jesus.” Klaus is slipping into that long distance stare that means he is circling in on a freak-out. “That’s got to stay a state secret, Dave, that can’t be a thing people find out. I can come up with too many ways to exploit that just off the top of my head and I’m the world’s biggest idiot; I’m not half as devious as some of these motherfuckers.” Dave steadies Klaus’ knee as it starts to bounce compulsively. “I’m not going to tell anyone.” The question is unsaid, because they both know the answer, but Klaus flicks his eyes to Dave’s to check anyway before he says it out loud. “Because we’re not going to do anything to save you.”

There’s a part of me that wants to share a little not really written moment from the fic I probably won’t ever write where we get to see Klaus’ side of what happened through all of the fic, but this post is already so stupid long. (maybe I’ll make another post just to spill on that? because I really don’t think the fic is ever going to be written)

10. What are some facts readers may not know about eghe?

So since I went combing through notes, I’m just going to paste in some of the maybe interesting ones here. Most are like, half sketches of a dialogue that never found a spot, but there’s a headcanon and a Thought in there, too.

When Klaus finds out that they just can kind of see each other/be seen as however he wants, he’s appalled with modern religion. “How did modern religion get so hung up on sex? This place is kinky as hell!” (Hm word choice ha)

it cracks him up that he is having this ‘who is older’ argument with his bf and it’s just as nonsensical as it always is with his siblings and that shouldn’t be possible

an unwritten piece of Vanya’s book: “sometimes she wonders if maybe he doesn’t even have powers either, if he’s like her but managed to lie about it early enough to get included. You cant ever see his powers and he never did anything useful with them and he always lied, even about big things like Ben. Maybe he lied about this all this time”

Klaus leaves doors open because a closed door can’t stop a ghost anyway, and he at least likes to know when they are coming.

So anyway just so we’re clear, the subtext story of this whooole thing is about how Dave is carrying around this fear of being unlovable because of gay reasons, which are ridiculous and he learns to set himself free partially due to the ways Klaus shows him that there isn’t nothing wrong with that. Klaus is carrying around this fear of being unlovable because of personality reasons, which are also unfounded and he’s going to learn to set himself free due to the ways Dave shows him that there’s nothing wrong with him. Basically they have the same anxieties, but Dave’s are tied to sexuality and Klaus’ are not. Still about feeling like inherently bad people because of outside influences telling them that they are.

regarding the Diego meeting Dave scene: “Which, good job talking about your feelings, Diego! Klaus might (semi-)jokingly tell him this. Because they are both in therapy. Klaus wasn’t going to go unless Diego did, too.Also, his reaction at first when his doc was like, ‘yeah you’re depressed’ was “if that’s depression than I’ve been depressed for years. Longer than I haven’t” and the response is just 😬😬”

Holy moly I can apparently talk about my own stuff for a while huh?? I hope you didn’t regret asking! I had a fun time looking back at it, so thanks again very much! 💜💜

[the-fiction-witch]

Circumstances P1

REAL LIFE X ROYALTY (1960's)

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SMUTT

I sighed as I stood dressing the window will all the latest things for the store listening to the radio play it's rock and roll tunes. As I put the multicoloured mini dresses on the plastic figures laying out cardboard replicas of new records across the floor near a one of the record players we had in stock. I did my work often having to fix my hair a little as my headband kept falling down my head. I glanced at the busy London street outside the window with the people rushing everywhere the cars and motorcycles passing in on the road.

As I looked a saw someone across the way.

It was a man, a very skinny man. With a mess of blonde hair he sat on a motorcycle that was pulled over at the side of the road. His helmet on the seat with him he had a rather large and impressive camera that he was looking though it aimed at the window.

Whatever people often take photos of the window displays or of the front of the store here in London as most people visit. He took the camera away a moment as he fixed his hair, he saw me looking at winked at me making me blush a little before he put his camera away and slipped his helmet back on starting up his bike and disappearing into the madness of London.

I finished up my work heading out the shop trying my best to just blend in with the crowds as I headed to Hyde Park, I sat on a little bench looking at the sunshine as most where having a late lunch or early dinner around this time of day, I looked at the beautiful flowers and grass until I spotted something.

I saw that guy again, I had almost forgotten about him.

He sat in a bench not far from me, his camera in his hand again taking more pictures of things I smiled and went over while he was looking away

"Hey" I smiled making him lower the camera Messing with his blonde hair his brown eyes looked me up and down rather devilishly

"Hey" he smiled "something up?" He asked

"I was wondering what you were taking pictures off?' I asked

"And pray to tell, why is that any of your business?" He asked taking another of something

"I'm just curious, I've seen you twice today, you sparked my curiosity is all"

"Oohh did I now?" He smirked "come on, I'll show you" he smiled tapping beside him so I sat in the beach as he dug around in a tattered leather side bag a moment before getting out a block of Polaroids secured together with an elastic band there must have been at least fifty there he pulled off the band and smiled to me handing them to me

"Thank you" I smiled as I began to flip thought them most flowers and trees, rivers and ponds, nice cars and motorcycles, then I saw me. Stood in the shop window,

"You looked beautiful" he smiled "still do actually"

"Thank you" I blushed to continue to look and I found another of me walking down the street a couple of days ago "have you been watching me?" I asked

"Goodness no, I just happen to see you every so often and you normally look really beautiful" he smiled I continued looking at the beautiful pictures till I flipped to one that was equally beautiful but wasn't a car or beautiful scene it was I assume him laid almost naked on a bed "oh shit! Sorry" he says taking the pictures away "I'm very sorry about that" he blushed

"It's alright" I laughed

"Hey... Did you wanna go get a drink somewhere?" He smirked "or maybe just... Head straight back to your place?"

"Isn't that a little forward I don't even know your name" I argued

"Just call me Thomas, and you are?" He asked

"Y/n" I smiled

"A very beautiful name indeed, so drink? Or your place?" He smirked...

I unlocked the door of my flat trying desperately to keep thomas' hands off me for a moment as soon as we where inside he pushed me against the closed door and kissed me harshly I kissed back his lips so smooth and soft. I locked the door again and tugged him through to my bedroom I sat in my bed and he smirked leaning in my bedroom door as he shut it he smirked shutting my curtains I was a little confused but I didn't have long to ponder it as he slipped off his shirt and knelt on the floor at the edge of my bed kissing my ankles and up my legs till he reached my panties, he kissed around them a little before pulling them seductively off my legs he then stood smirking at me so I giggled undoing his belt and his pants dropping them to the floor leaving him in a pair of tight blue boxers and his hard erection obvious he smirked pulling me up and unzipping my dress almost ripping it off me he pulled me back to kissing him as he fiddled with my bra and pulled it off me before pushing me onto my bed he kissed me deeper pushing inside me

"Ummm fuck! You feel good" he smirked ...

I smiled as I laid in my bed the bedsheets around me tightly as Thomas got dressed

"Sorry beautiful I've got to get going," he says

"Ooohh... Sure" I nodded sitting up a little more "did you wanna maybe meet up for dinner on Saturday?"

"Sorry beautiful I've got stuff going on," he says "look if circumstances change I'll pop in and see you" he smirked giving me a kiss "okay?"

"Okay" I nodded

I stood making some dinner when there was a knock at my door I was a little puzzled who would be coming to see me at this hour so I went and opened the door seeing Thomas stood leaning on the door frame, I had been seeing him every so often over the last few months even if he doesn't often stay long.

"Hey beautiful" he smirked

"Hi Thomas" I smiled

I sat on my bed my head laying on thomas' chest my covers wrapped around us tightly

"Why don't we ever go to your place?" I asked

"You wouldn't like my place beautiful," he says

"Why don't we have dinner or go dancing?" I asked

"Because we come here and fool around? I thought you like it?"

"Course I do but... Maybe we should do something different every once and a while?"

"Maybe" he sighed

"Thomas?" I asked

"Humm? What's up?" He asks playing with my hair

"What are we?" I asked

"Why do we need a label on it?" He laughs "your pretty, I like coming to visit And I like having sex with you? Why do we need anything else?" He laughs

"But Thomas... I really like you"

"I know... Look y/n if circumstances where different, I'd have married you by now" he says kissing my head

"What circumstances?"

"It's hard to explain"

"Are you married?" I asked sitting up a little to see his face

"No" he laughs

"Are you... Engaged?"

"No..."

"Then what?"

"It's my family..." He sighed "hey, how about on Sunday you come over for dinner?"

"Aww I'd love to" I smiled hugging him a little tighter

"Okay, just... Uhh be careful" he warns and I was a little confused.

I stood having had my shower getting ready to go out and meet thomas' family for dinner I stood in my underwear drying my hair in my mirror when there was a knock at the door 

"who is it?" I called 

"It's me beautiful!" Thomas yelled

"Ohh it's open," I told him as I finished drying my hair and began deciding what kinda makeup I was going to wear when Thomas came into the bedroom 

"Hi hun" He smiled kissing my cheek

"Hi" I smiled 

"Have you picked out what you wearing tonight?" He asks

"On the bed," I told him

"Ooohhh hell no your not wearing that" he warns "Lucky I bought this then" He smiled and I noticed he did bring a bag with him "Here i picked out a dress for you" he says as he sat on my bed looking through my stuff I looked at the bag and it has the name of a rather high-class London designer on it, I was shocked especially when I opened the bag and the dress inside was indeed from that place the price still on it to

"Uuhh Thomas! I can't wear this! It's more then I make in a year" I argued

"Yeah but I bought it, so come on else we'll be late" he says

"Thomas I can't-" I began but he kissed me

"Your wearing that beautiful, now come on finish up else I'll never hear the end of it" he told me

Once I was ready Thomas lead me down to the street where a car was waiting, I assumed he was going to open the passenger door for me but instead the door opened and a well dressed man opened the back door for us Thomas tugging me inside

"What's going on?' I asked

"I'll explain when we get there beautiful" he whispered as the car started up and began driving off. I tried to make notes where I was going but it was almost impossible in the darkness.

Until atlast it stopped and the drivers let us out Thomas put his hand over my eyes as we did so I couldn't see.

"Beautiful you remember how I said my family was uhh...  Complicated?" He asked

"Yes..."

"And we waited this long to let them know you excited due to-" he began

"Circumstances" I laughed

"Yeah well... There kinda-" he began removing his hands from my eyes as we stood on gravel the car driving off from behind us, the whole area was miles apon miles of woods and gardens with lanterns illuminating beautiful garden features, a stable now converted to have one side for horses and the other for rather expensive vintage cars, and in the centre of all this luxury stood a manor house taller and more elegant then any fairy tale

"Wh-whats Going on?" I stuttered in shock

"This is Elmwood. Elmwood manor. Yeah this is the uhh family home" he says

"The family- you grew up here?"

"Yeah, my whole life, I still kinda live here. I want a place on my own but they don't agree not till I'm married anyway, so come on we'll be late for dinner" he says tugging my hand inside.

I was overwhelmed seconds after opening the door, the paintings, the sculptures, the magnificent rooms and staircases I felt like I was being lead thought a palace until we reached a room full of people all of them drinking

"Thomas my little darling" a woman smiled hugging him

"Hello mother" he smiled briefly "mother this is y/n" he said indicating to me

"Hi" I smiled and she frowned glaring at Thomas before walking away to talk to others "is it something I said?"

"Try and sound... Not so common beautiful" he says as we continued to walk

"Common? But this is how I talk?"

"I know and I love it Beautiful but your going to get us in trouble" he warns as we went around meeting people I mostly just nodded hardly saying a word as I was afraid of upsetting anyone if I did say something

"Aww she's a pretty little thing, hardly says a word, I really do need a wife like this myself" one man said

"Course uncle" he sighed before he lead me away down a corridor with some grand paintings "I'm sorry I know it's a bit overwhelming, I really didn't know how to ease you in so I figured hell I'll throw you in the deep end first see if you can swim" he explained

"Or I drown?"

"Kinda yeah" he shrugs

"What is with everyone? Why are they all so... Posh?" I asked

"Fine you really wanna know?" He asked and I nodded so he pulled me along down the corridor to a painting with family of four "this is my grandfather, and my granduncle"

"Wait? Is... Is that the crown?" I asked seeing the adults in the picture had crowns and other such jewelery

"It is, it was handed over to my granduncle when there father past, and there family has had the crown ever since" he explained

"So you grandfather is the king's brother?" I asked

"Yep" he says sipping his whiskey

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Charge My Card

Fandom: Marvel (CEO AU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has been on back to back business trips for the past 2 weeks. Now that he’s coming home, he wants you prepared.

Warning: smut

A/N: inspired by Mamrie Hart’s boyfriend and the story she’s told on her podcast ‘This Might Get Weird’

Being away from your love for two weeks was agonizing. For so long, Steve has become an essential part of your every day life and for two weeks, TWO. WEEKS. he wasn’t there. 

Like the extremely loving and codependent people that you are, you talked every day while he was away. The timing was a bit weird due to the time difference, but you didn’t care if you lost sleep. Steve was worth it. 

It was midnight for you in New York and 9 o’clock for him in California. He was working on expanding his company in the West and, despite you being extremely proud of him, you just wanted your man back. 

“Hey, babe,” you sleepily wave at him through facetime. 

Steve seems to place you on a dresser as he begins to undress himself and pulling clothes out of the drawers, “Hi, sweetheart. Gimme a moment, alright?”

He steps back and pay you no mind as he discards his white button up, his undershirt following it. You whistle, “Yeah, take it off!” you giggle when you see him playfully roll his eyes at you. 

He pulls on a plain white tshirt and some sweatpants, then picks up his phone and goes to the bed. He lets out a content sigh as soon as his head hits the pillow, “Hey, beautiful.”

You giggle back, “Hey, handsome. How was your day?”

“I wrapped up all of my final meetings. I have a location so that means that Barnes & Rogers is officially expanding to California.”

You smile wide at him, “Congrats, baby! I knew you and Bucky would be able to do it! Did you guys go and celebrate?”

Steve shook his head, “We had a glass of champagne. Buck actually wanted to have a celebratory dinner, but I wanted to come back to the room, relax, talk to you.”

“You should’ve gone out to celebrate. This is big, Steve.”

He shrugged, “I know, but I’d feel a lot better celebrating back home. Without you and Nat, Buck and I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do this. You guys supported us through it all so it’s only fair that we’re there with you to celebrate.”

“Understandable. Did you want me to plan something? A dinner with all four of us? Or how about a big party? I can get Tony to-”

“Instead of worrying about that right now, how ‘bout you worry about how sore you’re gonna be when I get home,” his lustful gaze and mischievous smirk didn’t go unnoticed by you, as well as his insinuation. 

“Oh. We’re having that kind of celebration, huh?” 

He nodded, “Yup. I need to properly thank you for all the love, support, and patience you provided for me.”

“Hmmm...true.”

“M’ gonna fuck you hard you won’t be able to say anything but my name, baby girl.”

You whimpered, “Steve.”

“Mmmm. Exactly like that, sweetheart.” you watch as he glances to his side and smirks, “Well, it looks like it’s very late into the night for you, baby. I better let you get to bed.”

You scowl at your lover, “You’re a jerk and a tease, Steven Grant Rogers.”

Steve laughs and gives you a wink, “You know it. I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too, babe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

___________________________

You’re going about your day, sitting at your desk at work, when you get a string of texts from Steve.

Steve: Everything has been finalized. I’m flying back home today. 

Steve: [two photo attachments]

Your brow cocks at the sight of two pictures of his black American Express card. 

Steve: buy something real pretty that I can rip off your beautiful body.

Steve: See you soon, sweetheart. ;)

You feel your face heating up at what your man was insinuating. Looks like you’re going lingerie shopping right after work. 

__________________________

You stare at yourself in the full length mirror back at the apartment you shared with Steve. The baby pink teddy set clings to your skin perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. 

You received a text from Steve ten minutes ago saying he was ten minutes away. So that meant he’d be arriving any min-

“Y/N?” 

Your body was already buzzing with excitement as soon as you heard his voice. You rushed out of the room and, you were originally going to act all seductive and waltz up to him. But your brain said ‘Fuck that’ and you ran right into his arms, lips against his, already messing up the shade painted on your lips. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” Steve mumbled and stepped back, “Lemme look at ya.’ his eyes raked up your lace clad form and licked his lips, “Goddamn, baby girl. Now that’s quite the sight.”

You shied away from his heated gaze, “I made dinner for you if you wanna-”

He shook his head, “Nah. I wanna go straight for dessert.” he takes your hand and tugs you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

After a flurry of rushed hands and the flying of Steve’s clothes, you were laying on your back on the bed. The white silk sheets feeling soft along your skin. Steve hovered above you, his arms caging you to the bed, his dick hard and red for you already. 

Your hands raked up Steve’s toned arms, “Touch me, Stevie. I missed your touch so much.”

He leaned down and pecked your lips, “I’m right here, sweetness.” he kissed you again and continued to pepper kisses down your jaw, neck, chest. He licked your pebbled nipples that were hidden beneath the lace lingerie. With one hand, he unclasped the bra from its front, letting it fall open. 

His mouth immediately attached to your breast and you let out a moan as he licked and sucked at you, “Steve. Shit, baby.” your hands run through his crisp gelled blonde hair, now messing up the tresses. 

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, you feel his breath travel down your body as he continues his path down. 

He pauses at your stomach and blows hard against your skin, causing a farting noise to disrupt the sensual aura. You giggle and slapped his shoulder, “Steve!”

He chuckled, “What? I just wanted to hear you laugh for a moment.” he looked up at you with those soft, baby blue eyes. The ones that always made you fall in love with him all over again. 

His mouth then came to your mound. He pressed a kiss over your clothed core and then began to pull down at the thin fabric. You lifted your hips to help him pull them off and he tossed them to the floor. 

He hummed as his thumb softly stroked your slit, stopping at your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, “Absolutely perfect,” he mumbled.

“Steve,” you breathed out his name.

He looked up at you, “Whaddaya want, sweetness, tell me.”

“Want your cock inside me, please. I waited too long for this.”

He chuckled, getting onto his knees and settling in between your legs, his cock in his hand, “Couldn’t agree more. Guess I can get some of that later. Right now, my baby needs me.”

He teases your hole with his tip, getting him nice and wet before he slides in, “Jesus, baby, you’re soaking already.”

“Ste-ooohh fuck yes!” you cry out as he sheathes himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, relishing in your warmth, wetness, tightness.

“So snug around me, baby girl. Missed this. Missed you.” and with a hard thrust the intense fuck session began. 

Steve Rogers can be gentle in bed when he wants to be. And right now, he doesn’t want to be. 

His thrusts are fast and hard. Your legs are over his shoulders as he pounds into you so deep. Your back is slightly arching off the bed. His hands are on your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pinching your nipples to give you pleasure.

“Fuck, Steve! Yes! Like that, baby! Fuck me hard!”

He smirks down at you and loves how you beg for him. He loves how let loose and come undone for him. He loves how you open yourself up to him. All for him.

“You love my dick, don’t you, sweetheart? Love cumming on my cock? Love when I pound you so hard you can’t even walk?”

“God, yes, Stevie! Love when you fuck me so good!”

“Goddammit, baby!” he grits his teeth and his pace doesn’t relent. In fact, he tries to go even faster. He wants to see you cum so bad. He loves that look in your face when you do, love that fact that it’s all his doing. 

“Play with your pussy for me, baby. I want ya to cum on my cock and cum hard.”

Your hand immediately goes to your clit and rubs fast circles around the hard, wet nub. You stare up into Steve’s lust filled eyes, “I wanna cum on your cock, Steve. God, make me cum.”

“Shit, I can feel you’re close. Keep goin’, sweetness. Wanna feel ya.”

You whimper out his name and you let your head fall back against the mattress, your hand and his cock working in tandem to bring you to your climax, “Fuck. Gonna cum. Fuck, Steve!”

“Do it, baby!” he groans when he feels your walls squeeze onto his cock, your body slightly shaking by how powerful the orgasm is. 

Steve watches as your eyes shut tight and your jaw goes slack. A deep moan emits from the back of your throat and you let out a somewhat of a squeal, followed by his name, “Steve, oh fuck!”

He smirks and then presses a kiss to your mouth, “Good girl, baby. Such a good girl.” he then moves your legs off his shoulders and hooks an arm around your waist. As he falls back against the bed, he pulls you up and you’re now straddling his lap, “Now ride me, baby girl.”

You start to rock your hips against him with no hesitation. Your hands rest on his chest and you fuck yourself on him fast and hard. His hands on your hips as he guides your rhythm.

“Love watching you like this, riding me so hard. You cock hungry lil’ girl.”

You moan at your lover’s dirty talk. Don’t get it wrong, Steve was a sweetheart and a complete gentlemen. But in the bedroom...it was a completely different story. 

A hand went to your clit and he began to rub you with his thumb, adding more pleasure to the mix. 

You groan out, “You want me to cum again already?”

He chuckles, “Yeah, this time, I’ll be joining you. Now ride me like ya really mean it, sweetness.”

You nod and brace yourself fully on Steve, with every thrust of your hips, a loud slapping noise of skin against skin echoes through the room. 

Steve bites his lip as he looks down, watching you fuck his cock, “Damn that’s sexy.”

“Steeeve, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Alright, princess, hold on. Nearly there.” his hand leaves your clit and goes back to your waist. He holds you still and begins to thrust up into you, hard. 

You throw your head back at the pleasurable feeling, “God, yes!”

Steve continues to watch you, desperate for your joint climax. His jaw clenches when he feels that tightness building up, “Fuck. Fuck! Gonna cum, baby! Gonna cum!” he throws his head back onto the bed and his hips thrust into you hard, “Oh my fucking God!” with one hard thrust and another, his hips fall back down onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you in the process, both his and your juices mixed together. 

You then roll off him and into the space beside him, your bodies hot and sweaty and your bra still hanging off your shoulders. 

“Goddamn,” Steve groans as he wipes a hand down his sweaty face. 

You giggled, “Well, would ya look at that.”

Steve turns his head towards you, “What?”

“I’m neither sore, nor am I only speaking in your name. Guess you didn’t do a good enough job, Rogers.”

He growled as he rolled on top of you, “My cock ain’t quite ready yet, but my mouth is fully functional.”

You smirk and lightly pat his cheek, “Well get to it then, Rogers.” your giggles fill the room as Steve scrambles down your body and buries his face in your pussy.

[let-it-show]

New Year, Same Love

Anna and crew come to see Elsa to celebrate the start of a new year and there is wine. And emotions. It is mostly a light-hearted piece but I can’t help myself it seems! A little bit of Kristanna, and some up-to-the-reader Elsanna, which seems to be my style lol.

They tried to warn her. They really, really did. 'Pace yourself' and 'remember this isn't what you're used to' had been said several times. Elsa didn't think there was anything to worry about. She healed faster as a spirit; she had more strength, endurance, all of that. Being something that wasn't quite human had really worked out for her in that regard. She didn't even get cold!

It was that manner of thinking that convinced her that she didn't need to take it so easy on the celebratory wine the Northuldra produced for the end of the year and the start of a new cycle. What could happen? She wasn't too much of a lightweight normally, unlike Anna who practically just needed to sniff a bottle to be on her ass.

Anna, who definitely should not have attempted to keep up with her sister.

Elsa hadn't made it to Arendelle to ring in the new year and as queen, Anna HAD to be there. Both of them had hated it and the way she heard it, Anna barely maintained her composure. The new year was a time for them to be together and to not be was pretty depressing and angering.

So when Anna showed up the day after the new year had begun, they hugged, vented, and Elsa dragged her to the roaring fire where some others were gathered. Everyone had waited for Anna to be there before getting into special food and drink. Although, it wasn't just Anna. As soon as Ryder saw Kristoff he had lit up and gone to greet his new best pal, and the two were almost immediately discussing Sven.

Elsa had one dainty ice glass of wine. So did Anna. So did Kristoff. Olaf was immediately directed to where all the children were.

Elsa had another equally dainty ice glass of wine. So did Anna. So did Kristoff.

Elsa was pouring her third and Anna was already giggling about...something. They'd been chatting, but she lost track. Anna had linked arms with both Kristoff and Elsa and her face was red and bright.

"Think you better slow down," Kristoff commented to her but there was a big smile on his face. "Think I better slow down, you've seen me after a little too much."

"Yea you try to graze!" Anna blurted without even trying to stop herself and Kristoff muttered while burying his face in one hand.

"I bench press the reindeer, that's what you are supposed to tell people, I bench press the reindeer!"

"You two," Elsa said, but laughed and shook her head. She felt much better with the added company. She liked Ryder, Honeymaren and everyone else, but having her family there couldn't be beat. She missed them all and tugged Anna closer.

"Ooohh you better watch out Elsa's stealing me, oooh..." Anna giggled, snorted, and giggled some more. She held up her empty glass. "More!"

"When isn't she stealing you?" Kristoff answered, and then reached for their particular group bottle. Elsa held out her hand. "Nope. Nope nope. Anna you need to stop for a moment." Elsa tilted her glass at her and spilled a third of it. "Oh..." She looked at it, her head spinning a little. Maybe she needed to pause. Everything was funny and kind of warm and good, so she wanted to embrace it. She set her glass down on the snowy ground and threw both her arms around Anna. With one hand empty now, what else was she supposed to do? The answer to all of her questions was always the same: Anna. Talk to Anna, hug Anna, think about Anna. In her drunken state, it didn't occur to her to question that, though she never did anyway.

How could she think? Anna giggled and leaned into her more. Her energy was just as drunk as the rest of her and it sent tingles up and down Elsa's spine with how erratic it was. The normal comfort was there underneath.

Kristoff unlinked his arm from Anna's and allowed himself more wine at least. His nose was red and eyes bright. Sven nosed him and he laughed, truly enjoying himself. It made Elsa happy. "Kristoff..." she said, but realized she had absolutely no idea where she was going with it so she just stopped and stared. She wanted to express that she felt his joy, too, but she wasn't quite sure how to say that.

He looked at her. "Huh? I can have more, right?"

Before Elsa could respond, Anna did. "Only if you pour me more honey! I will also finish Elsa's," she said, trying to reach for it.

"What? You will not," Elsa said and waved her hand to slide it gently out of Anna's reach. The glass absolutely flew into the fire and exploded with a harsh crackle. "Ah..."

"Is that a no? I'm really confused," Kristoff asked her with genuine concern in his eyes. Anna was tilting off the little bench they were on because she had completely dissolved into laughter. Only Elsa was keeping her sitting up.

Elsa stared at where her glass had been. "Um, yea have whatever you want," she said distractedly. Boy, she really had to focus. She hadn't lost control of her powers in a very long time, and just that little action, messing up moving her glass, had hit an anxious spot in her. It was so minor and it wasn't as if she had concentrated to begin with. But she'd have to be more careful.

Kristoff was pouring himself more as Ryder sloppily approached, grabbing Kristoff's shoulders so hard he nearly spilled what he was pouring. "Kristooooofff!" he managed.

"Ryder? Buddy, you uh..." Kristoff looked over his shoulder to where Ryder wobbled in place, grabbing one of Sven's antlers to right himself. "You alright?"

"Are YOU?" Ryder asked, and then, trying to mimic Kristoff's voice for Sven, he leaned closer to the reindeer, "Kristoff is doing just fine! I've had more to drink to him." His voice was slurring and Sven cast a worried look his way.

Anna was reduced to nothing but hiccups.

Elsa may have too, but she was still annoyed at herself. Her mind kept reassuring her the thing with the glass was small. No big deal. She wasn't going to drunkenly ice Anna or make a snowstorm, right? She could control herself, right?

She stared at fire, still.

And she must have been staring for a while because suddenly she felt a warm breath on her ear. It might have been calming had it not been followed by an especially loud hiccup. "Elsaaaaaaa," Anna whispered, and then smushed her nose against her cheek. "You're quiet Elsaaaa, are you okay?"

"Hmm-mmm?" Elsa felt like she suddenly pieced herself back together, whatever had been luring her out of her own head was gone. She was back in the moment listening to Kristoff and Ryder taking turns doing Sven's voice and Anna was draped against her. "Oh, yes. I'm okay."

"Liar." Anna hiccuped again after the word. "I'm not too drunk for...I know you."

"Mmm.." Had her arms not been occupied with Anna, she would have crossed them over her chest, something she hadn't done in a long time. "When I moved the glass, I didn't mean to fling it into the fire. I don't want to lose any control just because of a little wine. I-"

"You won't hurt me or anyone else," came Anna's sweet and incredibly unconcerned voice. Elsa turned her head so she could face Anna. Anna decided not to move a single inch and her nose was almost on Elsa's mouth.

Elsa raised her chin so she could look into her eyes. They were soft and happy, with absolute trust in them. That trust wrapped itself around her shoulders and gently covered them, making her feel more secure. "You..."

"I believe in you more than an-y-one," Anna reminded her and hiccuped yet again. "So don't worry, okay?"

Elsa laughed lightly. "Okay. Okay okay."

"If you do anything silly it'll probably be freezing your butt to the bench. And if that happens, I can rub it," Anna told her firmly, and then immediately the giggles were back.

"Hey, what's this about rubbing butts? Mine could use a scratch!" Ryder-as-Sven's voice sounded over the giggles.

"That is my fiancee, Sven!" Kristoff growled, before his eyes widened and he realized it was in fact, still Ryder and Sven was also still a reindeer. "Wait..."

"You know you two can...go away," Elsa said suddenly, then covered her mouth as she realized how that just sort of came out. "Sorry, I don't mean that! I..." Well, there was no making that one look good. She really didn't mind them! But she also didn't know why that popped out.

"Yea go away," Anna chimed in and waved them off for a second before her arms went back around Elsa. "Go fishing or something, go do guy things."

"Wow, harsh!" Ryder commented, his mouth hanging open as Kristoff stood up.

"Nah, she's right, let's go do something. Otherwise you'll get worse, and I'll end up like you," Kristoff said. Ryder snorted as though he were offended, but just shrugged. Kristoff turned to the sisters. "Can I have a kiss, Anna?"

"Hmm." Anna looked at him, grabbed Elsa's hand, and kissed the top of it. Elsa's skin tingled.

"Uh..." Kristoff ran his hand through his hair. "I guess that works. Here," he said, holding out his half drunk glass of wine.

Before Elsa even had a chance to say no, the little spitfire lunged forward, grabbed the glass and poured the entirety of the contents into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up with her mouth full and she turned quickly to look at Elsa, her eyes wide as if to say 'oh no, I've made a mistake'.

Elsa groaned. "It's fine, it's fine. I'll hold your hair back later."

Anna swallowed and Kristoff sighed. "Oh, boy...I should not have done that. Love you honey..." He smiled meekly at Anna, and then Elsa.

"Just go," she told him, vaguely annoyed he gave her the rest of the wine, though overall she wasn't too concerned. And she shouldn't be mad, he got caught up in the moment just like the rest of them and she was drunk too. The only way to pry Anna off her side would be from a harsh gust of wind from Gale, so at least there was a guarantee she was safe.

"Love yooouuu..." Anna managed and waved at Kristoff before he turned to walk away with Ryder and Sven. Then she curled up against Elsa again. "I'm cold."

"You want to go closer to the fire?" Elsa asked, concerned.

"Nooo."

"Want to go inside my hut?"

"Nah..."

Elsa shrugged, not sure what else to suggest. Anna had on a fairly thick coat and cape. With the alcohol in her, she was surprised she was cold. Even Elsa was warm. "Okay. Well when you want a change, tell me."

Anna fell quiet for a couple of moments, her head on Elsa's shoulder. "I don't want a change," she said quietly. "Don't want..." Elsa's mind swirled a little, processing. It was still hard to focus.

"Don't want to move. I just want to stay here with you. I miss you so much," Anna told her.

Oh. Elsa's heart fell a little. "I miss you too, every single day." And every morning, every night.

"Can you freeze this moment?" Anna asked in a small voice.

Elsa laughed a little. "Now, why would you want that when you're already cold?"

"I..." Anna giggled again. "Oh yea." Then the giggling stopped. "But I'd stay cold always if I could have you back. Will you come back if its always cold?"

"Oh Anna, you know I don't need-"

"I know, it's not like you're a...something that actually lives in snow. But if you were I'd have it snow all the time. I'd live in an igloo. Please please, I don't want to let go," she said and her arms were tighter around Elsa.

"Anna...I don't want you to either." Elsa turned on the bench. "I really, really don't. But - but I have to help up here, at least for now. When I know everything is in balance, when I know they'll be alright, I'll come home, I'll come to you. I promise." Yea, it was a bit of a drunken promise, but she meant it. The Northuldra wouldn't need her forever. Ahtohallan could be welcoming, but without those she loved it was a large and empty expanse where she watched many memories she could do nothing about even if she learned a great many things. She didn't have to stop going, didn't have to stop learning.

But she could stop living there when the time was right. The other spirits might miss her but they could easily reach her.

Anna could reach her too but Elsa didn't want her to have to.

"I want to be with you," Anna said, sliding down against Elsa. Somehow her body still fit on that bench despite it not being too wide. "I love Kristoff and I love Olaf and I love our people but I love you the most." Her voice sounded thick.

"Anna, hey, hey." Elsa's own eyes were starting to tear up, and she wanted Anna to not go the sad drunk route, partially because she would take Elsa right along with her. The air around her had shifted from comforting to despair and she did not want that. "Anna, I'm here. I'm right here, okay? I'm with you right now. And someday, I will always be with you. It might be annoying. You'll be trying to sleep, and there's me causing a snowball fight in the bedroom because I'm having a dream."

By then Anna's head was in her lap, and she was silent before popping out a question. "Has that actually happened?"

Elsa didn't know for sure, but Yelena had mentioned a circle of slightly menacing snowmen surrounding her hut one night when she was having a nightmare, so it was a possibility. "Maybe. But do you really want to find out?"

"Yes!"

Elsa shook her head with a smile. "Of course. That was a silly question. I love you, Anna." She gazed down at her and stroked her face. Anna took her other hand in both of her own and held it to her chest.

"I love you more."

"Impossible," Elsa whispered down to her. She couldn't imagine anything that could compete with her love for Anna...

"Nuh-uh." Anna glared up at her. "You don't even know how much..."

The glare was met with the continued warm smile. "I can feel it, so yes, I do. I really do. I suppose neither of us can win this argument."

"Nope. So stop! And just let me be here, okay, right here. I don't wanna be anywhere else."

"I know." Elsa slouched a little so she could lean over her more. "I'm not moving. I'm not going anywhere." When it did start to get dark, she'd move to carry Anna to bed and that was about it. Meanwhile she still stroked Anna's cheek. Anna always was more of the clingy drunk type. Once or twice Elsa could remember Anna literally falling asleep outside her door, before Elsa had been comfortable enough to cuddle with her.

Never again would that happen.

Anna didn't say anything for a little while though she continued to watch Elsa. Everything felt at rest, and though Elsa still felt a little dizzy, she was alright. And they may have indeed stayed there until the sun went down, until...

"Elsa...about holding my hair back..." Anna hiccuped, and it did not sound good.

Well, she almost held her alcohol.

[savvyqueen18]

SilveeLocke|Let’s Go Eevee ZombieLocke|Pt. 1

This is currently being posted on an Amino, but I am posting it here in hopes of it reaching a bigger audience. I'm trying to make this story very appealing to the reader more than anything else, and as this is my first NuzLocke that I am doing AND making a story of I wanted to put in rules that would test fate and change the game. Like any other NuzLocke I suppose. Thank you, enjoy!

Here are my rules:

➺ No Duplicates Clause, so I cannot catch the same pokémon in a different area or it's evolution

➺ If I end up going further beyond a Route and I have not caught a pokémon I cannot go back and catch one

➺ Catches besides the first are to be counted as Exp Fodder since battles only occur with people

➺ Starter pokémon is Starter Locked for plot purposes (besides the fact that the Eevee/Pikachu in these games is SUPER OP so it's probs not gonna die anyway... but ur here for the story...)

➺ This is a ZombieLocke so these additional rules apply:

➻ Fainted Pokemon/Death: Any pokemon that faints is considered dead, and must be released or put in the Pokemon Storage System permanently (Exception: The New Life Rule, and The Sacrifice Rule)

➻ Nicknaming Pokémon: You must nickname all pokémon. This encourages bonds.

➻ The New Life: You are allowed 3 Revives during the whole run. This revive can be used at any point during the run. You are allowed to revive a fainted pokémon only immediately following their death. The penalty of reviving the pokémon is from that point you are only allowed to use 2 of its moves from its moveset. If the New Life pokémon wants to learn a new move you can only pick one of the two moves you picked as its usable moves to swap for the new one, and once a pokémon has been revived once it may not be revived again. You may not use 2 revives on the same pokémon.

➻ The Sacrifice: If a pokémon dies that you can't bear to part with you may use a randomized sacrifice to attempt to save it. Each pokémon in your party will be assigned a number between 1-6 (or however many pokes) in descending order from how they are organized. From there you must roll a die and whatever number it lands on is who will die in their stead. This cannot be undone! Whatever pokémon is chosen by the dice is gone even if it happens to be the same pokémon you tried to save. The sacrifice may only be attempted once.

♡♡♡

Part 1: Coincidence? I think not!

♡♡♡

> Next Part

>Meet Silviana

>Meet Xander

>Part 1 Cover Art

The morning sun beamed through the curtain striking the girl square in the face. With a groan, she pulled her fluffy covers over her.

Once again trying to drift off to sleep she thought about flying. Flying high over her home town of Pallet Town. She approached a cloud to land on it when the cloud burst with a loud BANG! She groaned again, the thumping sound of someone running upstairs filled her room and she peeked out of the blanket with one eye. A blurry dark shape came striding into her room.

"Oh come on Sil! You're STILL in bed?!"

She reached for her glasses to see her friend and neighbor, Xander, walking up to her bed. With one swift movement, he ripped the sheets off of her.

"Hey!" She grabbed the sheets once again and pulled herself into a ball of fluffy blanket mess.

"I don't want to be late getting my pokémon! Get up!"

She flung off the covers and rose from her bed, glaring daggers at the boy she said, "The only reason that I'm joining you is because you practically BEGGED me to join you!"

The voice of her mother came from down the hall, "Silviana Esperanza Ruiz! I hope you aren't fighting with Xander again. Xander why don't you come out of her room and both of you come down to enjoy breakfast?"

As soon as Silviana heard that, she turned and pushed Xander out of her bedroom.

"I can walk you know!" He said as he stumbled from her room.

"Not fast enough," and with a final shove she pushed him out and closed the door behind him. She slid down her door with a big sigh. After taking a moment to clear her thoughts, she went over to her closet. She had packed her bag about a week before when Xander first told her. Rechecking the leather bag she made sure she had all the necessities, then picked out a pair of shorts and a graphic tee.

She looked at her closet mirror as she did her hair up in a high ponytail. Double and even triple checking that she looked nice enough to meet a pokémon professor she hauled her bag onto her back and headed down to get breakfast.

As she rounded the corner to the kitchen, the first sight she saw was Xander shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Gasp! Mom made pancakes!... Sigh... Mom made pancakes... She quickly wiped the tears that were starting to form in her eyes and proceeded to make herself a plate.

She stopped when her mother gave her a big side hug, "Ooohh, I can't believe you are grown enough to go on your pokémon journey! Your brave enough to go younger than I did that's for sure," she finished with a smile and flipped the pancake in the pan.

"Thanks mom, but I could really do without the'I'm so happy for you, good luck' mushy stuff. I'm really just doing this for him," she pointed her fork at Xander and stabbed a piece of pancake.

"Okay, okay, I'll tone it down," she chuckled. She flopped another pancake onto the pile she was creating on the island. As Silviana took another bite of pancake her mother plopped a small box next to her as she sat down.

Silviana looked at the box, then at her mother, and back at the box. With one last look at her mother, her mother nudged her head towards the little box. Silviana took the little box carefully, she popped it open and inside of it rested a little black locket.

"It's got your dad and I's pictures in it," her mother carefully picked up the little locket, "and I made it into a bracelet, I know you don't like much jewellery." Mrs. Ruiz went to put it around Silviana's wrist and Silviana immediately pulled away.

"I'm not wearing that," Silviana said calmly.

Her mother sighed, "Of course, I'll just put it on your bag so it's safe," she gently clicked the bracelet around one of the straps on Silviana's backpack.

Silviana went back to eating her pancakes, they didn't taste as good now. After she finished three quarters of her pancake, she stood up and walked to the door.

"Hey where ya goin'?" Xander said with a mouthfull of pancake.

"You wanted to get a head start on this thing right?" Silviana said with sarcasm and a spin. She opened the door and waltzed right out.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Xander jumped from his seat, grabbing his bag from the ground and turned around to wave to Silviana's mom, "Bye Mrs. Ruiz! I'll be sure to make sure she doesn't get into trouble!"

Mrs. Ruiz chuckled, "Be safe!" She called out.

◇◇◇

Silviana let Xander run off ahead of her to the professor's lab. She would rather enjoy the peace that this morning brought before she got into whatever craziness Xander was going to put her through.

"Hey! No no! Give that back!"

A strange voice called to her left. From where she stood, she saw a small man with graying hair frantically grabbing at the tall grass. He had a white jacket on and was blocking the road that lead out of her small town.

"Woah!" A brown case came flying at him and and he was thrown backward.

With a gasp Silviana rushed over. She helped the old man up by the arm, she glanced over him again and realized the jacket was actually a lab coat. This is the professor?!

"I am probably getting too old for this, haha," he stood up and gave a greatful smile to Silviana, "Hello my dear, thank you for coming to help me. I was just on my way back from the pokémart when I got attacked by this eevee."

An eevee? What's that?

"Well then I suppose by the way you're dressed, you're probably one of the two new young trainers I'm supposed to give starters to!"

Silviana gave a silent nod and something caught her attention in the tall grass behind the professor. A brown blur shot out from the grass.

"Professor!" Silviana pushed the professor away and was hit by the brown blur. Closing her eyes and clutching her hands around the blur she tumbled back out of the tall grass. She landed on her backpack, still holding on tight, she peeked her eyes open and looked aghast when she saw that in her arms she held the little pokémon the professor told her about.

The pokémon shook its head ruffling its fur. It looked around then at Silviana with narrowed eyes.

"Uh... Hi there little fella? Oof!" The Eevee pushed off of her to propel itself over Silviana. Landing, and turning gracefully on the ground, it latched onto the golden chain of the locket Silviana's mom gave her.

"HEY! That's not yours!" Silviana turned to grab at it, but the little pokémon was too lithe for her bumbling movements. It dodged every attempt she tried to grab at it.

"My dear," she looked up to the professor stood next to her, "might I suggest another option?" Something clicked in his hand and it opened to reveal a pokéball.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She took the ball from his hand.

He laughed, "Why throw it of course!" He gestured to the Eevee that was sitting on the ground now.

Silviana could have swore it had a smug look on its face. She scowled at it and underhandedly tossed the ball. It completely missed going right over the pokémon's head. The little pokémon in return flicked its ear in amusement.

Silviana growled, "Gimme another!" She turned to the professor holding one hand open.

Professor Oak smiled and graciously put two more pokéballs in her hands. Immediately Silviana threw them. One flew off to the right while the other flew over the head of the Eevee again. The little pokémon simply watched the pokéballs fly around and looked back at Silviana almost... smiling.

With more growls of frustration, she took two more of the pokéballs from Professor Oak. She wound up to throw the pokéballs simultaneously at the Eevee. They took a path straight toward it, but the little pokémon dodged them.

"UGH!" She threw two more, "Just get in the pokéball!" The Eevee jumped up toward one of the balls that flew toward it, with a flip, it pushed off the pokéball sending it flying back to Silviana. With a smack, it hit her straight in the face. Grunting she covered her face with both hands.

"VEE!"

Silviana peeked through her fingers just in time to see the second pokéball hit the little brown pokémon in the tail. In a red flash the creature was sucked into the little red ball. She slowly pulled her hands down.

The ball moved three separate times, but Silviana stayed where she was. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You can breathe now my dear, that means you caught it." The professor kindly said.

Silviana let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Walking over to the pokéball she carefully picked it up.

"Are you going to name it?" The professor asked after he had grabbed his belongings. He stopped in the grass where she had caught the Eevee and picked up the little trinket the pokémon had snagged, "I believe this is yours as well." He clipped it back onto her bag while Silviana continued to stare at the ball.

"What do I name it?" She looked confusedly at the professor.

The professor gave a chuckle, "Whatever you want to! It's your first pokémon, yes? Take your time," he patted her shoulder, "a name will come to you." He walked off toward the center of town, "But for now, we should head to the lab! I think your friend will be waiting for a special pokémon himself."

[lust-bts]

Ooohh can you do what each bts member is like when they orgasm 🤤

i most certainly can bby!! enjoy ;) x

K S J

i think jin’s a very loving partner

he’d want to take his time with you until you’re breathless

he’d begin to lose his self control the closer you both got to your peaks

he’d lean down to kiss at your neck and collarbones and that would be the catalyst for you both

he’d groan in a slightly whiny tone as he holds your close and you milk him into the condom

the aftercare you got was tooth-rottenly sweet too, he’d hold you like you’re the only important thing in the world while stroking over your necked body and kissing you softly with a slew of praises mixed in

M Y G

i think yoongi is a mix between a fierce and lazy lover, he can be both but it depends on his mood

he’d growl deeply when you slam your hips back into him then he’d grab fistfuls of your ass to spread you out

“you just love my cock, don’t you, baby?”

you’d moan out your answer but that wasn’t enough and with a hard thrust you’d be laid down on the bed with Yoongi grinding down balls deep into you

while his hand wraps around your throat you direct your head back to kiss him deeply to set you off, which in turn sets off his own climax

he’d thrust a few times while he empties himself into your hole before letting go of your throat and trailing kisses over it as he slides out of you

J H S

i feel as though hoseok is a very loving but dominant lover, he’ll let you do what you want but he was in charge. always 

he likes when you ride him the best, you get to lose yourself on his cock and he gets a spectacular show, your pussy swallowing him; your tits bouncing; your head thrown back and your lips coming to an ‘o’ shape

when he’s getting close he’d grip your hips tightly and force you to take him even harder and faster than you already were

your moans would reach a crescendo and you’d clench so tight around him he’d almost choke on his spit

he’d groan so loudly the last time he impales you on his length, forcing you to take his hot cum until it dripped back down onto him

“you’re so perfect”

K N J

namjoon is a dom, no getting around it. the dirtier and messier the better

he’d fuck you anywhere he could which is exactly why you’re now caught between his lean body and a fallen tree deep in the forest

you were mindful of your surroundings, worried that you may get caught but your boyfriend didn’t like that

“don’t hold back baby, the world needs to hear who’s fucking this pussy so good,” he told you gruffly and you whimpered a small “yes daddy,” before letting your wails flow freely

he’d lean you back a little so that he could stare at the point your bodies met, fuck you looked good stretched around his cock

“clench again,” he’d order as your climax began to ebb away and the systematic clenching would throw him entirely

his hips would stutter and he’d pull out just moments before his thick cum landed all over your lips, when he was done he’d spread the mess with the sensitive head of his cock before pulling your panties back on over the mess

“stay like that until we get home”

P J M 

i feel like jimin is a sub with some dom moments

he’d be sitting on the edge of your shared bed feeling utterly blissful while you slowly grind yourself down on him

you were so close to your end and like always, you liked to reach it together

“tell me how good i feel,” he’d whine and the constant praises would be enough to make him peak in time with you after your light but fast bouncing 

he’d whine so loud and pretty, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close while you held his head to your chest and rode out your highs through gentle grinding 

when it’d get too much he’d whine at the overstimulation and hold your hips to stop your movements

K T H 

i feel as though tae would be an extremely adventurous dom, he’ll happily try out toys; positions and roles with you

every once in a blue moon he’d grant your wish of switching the roles and he’d let you take charge

his hands fist and tug at the restraints he’s in but you simply giggle from your position, kneeling between his spread thighs

“gonna cum,” he’d pant and you’d make it a point to press the vibrator right to his leaking tip he’d cry out in pleasure at the sensation and 

without warning thick spurts of his cum oozed from his slit and he’d whine because you were yet to take that damn vibrator off

“shit, shit, more” he’d pant and you’d rub your thighs together before deciding to ignore his pleading and sit on his sensitive cock instead

J J K

jungkook seems to me like a very protective dom, sure he’d like to have you anywhere and at anytime but he’d be too conscious of the risk that others might see what’s for his eyes only 

so as soon as you guys make it to the comfort of your own home he’d have his way with you before you even had a chance to take your coat off

you’d be writhing and clawing at his back in minutes while he brought you to the high you both always craved so desperately

you’d angle your hips up just so that he could thrust into you even deeper than before and that would have him huffing and panting into the crook of your neck 

he always made sure you came first, it was like his green light to let go himself and when he did, boy did it drive you crazy

he’d throw his head back; whining, moaning, groaning at the relief of being able to empty himself into your inviting hole before collapsing onto you and peppering your face in kisses