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#this feels almost as dumb as when i get worked up about miraculous
rainbow-arrow · 1 year
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some news: i survived
some other news: people really don’t expect the salt to be with the other spices
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foldingfittedsheets · 18 days
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We had the most egregiously evil little pony horse when I was growing up. I know everyone says that. Ponies are one of the animals that truly understand how to commit crimes but she was really deeply atrocious. One time she tried to murder me. Her name was Fancy.
I feel I should slightly explain here. See, my parents bought two acres with a house and a barn and pasturage and went “We’re farmers now!” They had absolutely no idea what they were doing. And at a certain point along that journey my mom got her hands on a horse. Technically she was half pony half horse so she was this weird middle size.
Fancy belonged to a friend of hers and he showed her how to saddle Fancy. And that was it. That was all we knew about this horse. So my mom brings her home and saddles her and we decide to go for a ride on this new creature in our lives. But Fancy, being the savvy bitch she was, was far too canny for our dumb asses.
Her maiden ride went to my older brother and ended rather abruptly when the saddle slid completely sideways and my brother toppled off her, miraculously unharmed but unwilling to ever try again. This made me like Fancy somewhat, because I hated my brother.
Those familiar with horse trickery would have caught her ruse but Fancy had deliberately held her breath to make the saddle seem tight enough. But in stride she let the breath out, the saddle loosened, and my brother came toppling down. She planned that fuckup.
I was a bit more game, being a dedicated horse girl. I wanted to succeed where my loathsome brother had failed. Keep in mind: none of us had ever ridden. We had no idea what we were doing, and in the only defense I’ll ever make of that hoofed demon it was probably not pleasant to have a human flopping on her back like a sack of potatoes. But I paraded around in a circle until she scraped my leg against a fence post. I lasted longer than my brother but had to admit riding an animal radiating malice at you is not comfortable.
We didn’t really ride Fancy much after that. She was a decorative aspect to the fields. Sometimes I’d sit on her bare back while she was eating. Every so often she’d buck me off for assuming familiarity with her.
But Fany's coup de grâce took several months. Most of the pasturage had electric fence running along it to keep the livestock from testing the fences or getting a taste for freedom. My parents were constantly moving fence posts and reallocating land to different purposes which is how one of the major gates ended up with electric fence running over top. During a move the wire got left up from the last border and now it was strung over what should have been an open passage.
I was taking a ride on Fancy, living in a fantasy that I had any idea what I was doing. My mom was out working in the yard, and as she passed through she left the gate open, forgetting the wire hazard. You know who didn't forget?
Fancy.
She beelined for the open gate and I realized a second too late what her plan was. I hauled back on the reins with all my strength but she powered through, charging at the wire. If I'd caught on sooner I could have tipped forward and probably cleared it.
It was roughly chest height. But she was too savvy, keeping a slow pace right up until the passage, and I didn't have time to react. The thought of getting electrocuted sent me down into a terrified backward limbo, desperately trying to flatten myself along her back.
It almost worked. But instead the wire caught under my chin, pressing back into my neck like a garrote. The only good news was that the wire wasn't live, but I was still in terrible danger. I squealed and wiggled and managed to twist my neck enough that the wire scraped over my face instead of pressing deeper. Once we were through Fancy stopped and turned to regard me, disappointed that her assassination had failed. My neck was bleeding but my head remained attached.
My mother was absolutely terrified and I was pretty shaken myself. We unsaddled Fancy for the last time, as full on murder was a bit more than I was willing to bear for the sake of pretending to be a fantasy hero on an epic journey. My neck still has a faint scar from her homicidal tendencies.
Fancy got to remain a decorative horse for many years after that, free of our attempts to ride her. Her last torment was when my mother decided to try to breed her to achieve an animal that was less interested in murder.
But Fancy, true to form, brutally attacked the stallion sent to service her, even when hopped up on horny hormones. There would be no foals from Fancy, and her saga ended when we sold her to another unlucky soul.
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rise-my-angel · 1 year
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Waging Double Edged War
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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader
Length: 6.6k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, fluff, mild blood and mentions of violence, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v
Notes: Takes place mid season 3, follow up to A Future of Unknown Dangers and The Complexities Of Defeat but can be read as a standalone
You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him as stressed out as he is now. A constant feeling that he’s at the edge of a cliff, and any gust of wind will push him off of it. He tried to play it off to you as if it wasn’t a big deal, but it was clear to just about anyone around him that his superiors wanted him to play their game no questions asked. As soon as Martinez left, the tide had shifted and the walls were closing in. 
Javier had tried to keep the worse details from you, but the kind of reception you got alone from Javi’s superiors told the story all on it’s own. He had been transparent about your relationship upon coming back, and considering you were a low level civilian who had no involvement in actual cases, they let it slip by. What they didn’t slip by though, is reflecting their opinions of Javier onto you as well. 
Walking into the embassy on your own now felt like a mission all on it’s own to avoid any run in with the ambassador. Asking you questions about settling in here and commenting how surprising it was you even wanted to come back a place you were ‘so eager to get out of’. Asking with a skeptical gaze how you and Javier were doing while implying that the only reason you paired so well together must be you had the same kind of mindset or integrity. It wasn’t lost on you that he certainly didn’t speak to you with a favourable tone, and he wasn’t the only one. 
It was when you were alone gathering new ink for the photocopier that Stechner miraculously found his way into the same supply closet. “Well isn’t it my favourite mail clerk.” 
Your shoulders tensed just a fraction as your jaw clenched, maybe hidden enough someone else couldn’t notice it, but he would. “You and I both know that’s not what I do here.” Just keep opening the box you told yourself, he was always seeking some kind of reaction. 
His frame slid just slightly into your peripheral vision, back against the shelves with his arms crossed, looking up at nothing around the ceiling. “My apologies. Simple mistake to make when that’s all I ever see you do, passing messages back and forth.” 
Your grip on the box tightened and your blood begun to heat up. You knew you should keep your mouth shut, but his voice was so grating on your ears it triggered an instant anger response. “Maybe that’s because you’re too busy shaking hands and kissing babies with politicians to notice anything around you. Not that you were ever good at that.” The last part you muttered under your breathe, but not enough to bother trying to hide it from him.
You were treading on thin ice and you knew it, Javi would have just told you to ignore him or walk away, but he stood between you and the door. Stechner wasn’t dumb enough to do anything, but he was bigger than you and far more dangerous, it intimidated you too much to push past him, all you could do was push back. 
At this point your hands remained at the box openings, your brain already forgetting to reach for the scissors you brought to slice it open. You could feel his head leaning more in as he now looked at you. “Is that anyway to speak to your superior?” 
The roll of your eyes was another thing you didn’t bother to hide, you were so tired of this game he had been playing for years now. “You’re a superior, not mine. I, in no way work for you. The only respect I have to show you is to restrain myself from telling you to piss off.” 
Stechner’s eyebrows raised almost in amusement. “Someone came back with a bite. What, that Texas sun burn that nativity right out of you or is that attitude just what happens when you tussle in the sheets with a certain DEA agent?” 
In frustration you turned abruptly to face him directly, your fingers tripping the box edge’s slicing through the skin, leaving a bright tear that instead left you hissing in pain. Holding your wrist to look at the long gash already starting to bleed more you could only look up at his taller frame slightly as he gave a tsk. 
“Already hurting yourself in here of all places,” leaning in there was a smirk you just knew was meant to agitate you. “How are you going to protect yourself the more your big shot boyfriend puts himself in danger?” 
His features flickered to one side in a dismissive mock before he walked away. Turning to you as he opened the door, “You’re out of first aid supplies by the way.” You winced in pain again as he finally left, your cut clearly hit a bad angle and while it wasn’t a dangerous amount of blood, it was enough to leave you feeling a bit uneasy at the sight of it. 
Letting go of your wrist your free hand pressed against your forehead, eyes squeezed shut as finally letting at least some of the anger simmer out. Turning to grab at least a package of paper only to drop it on the ground. You let out a frustrated groan and left, shutting the door a tad too loudly as you did so, no doubt catching some attention as you walked back to the office hoping there was a first aid kit laying around somewhere. 
Unfortunately for you, you had barley even gotten the only one you could find on the desk stashed in Javi’s office when he unbeknownst to you, walked in. You had hoped to get it wrapped up before he ever even saw it, he had a different level of desperate protectiveness this time around then you ever saw before you two came back. 
His eyes going wide at the blood covering your hand, “Fuck, what happened?” in and instant he was rushed to your side taking your cut hand out of your use and tossing the kit open and grabbing things. Most of the blood was from dripping down when you walked back to the office not really putting any pressure onto it, but you knew all he saw was what it looked like. 
Your free hand gently reached out to his working arm in protest, “Javi, really it’s okay it was nothing.” 
Paying diligent attention to you, he doused a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. “This amount of blood isn’t nothing.” Before you could say anything he lightly swiped it over the length of the cut, you let out a sharp gasp in the stinging pain. Javi tossed it aside, his hand cupping the side of your head for a brief moment of comfort. “I’m sorry quierda, I know.” 
For such rough hands, they handled you gently as you started to relent. “It was just an accident, honestly.” You let him be concerned. It was the biggest feeling weighing him down seeming at every opportunity. No matter what he did, it seemed like every single choice was looked down on now. 
Part of you wondered if it was intentional. Wearing him down until he complies in defeat. You knew Stechner wasn’t there goading you out of sheer disrespect, no he was trying to get a message through to Javi, and you were a channel to that. Just go along with things and you’ll stop being bothered by people here.
If it was clear why you didn’t have Javi’s job, it was because you hide your emotions as well as you wished. It was written all over your face, a train of thought consuming you as you failed to notice Javi had finished wrapping your hand, and was now watching you. He knew you, and he knew that specific degree of frustrated only one man ever made you. 
“What did he say?” 
You shook your head, looking away from him as you tried to pull your hand back, but his grip was stronger then yours. Muttering your name with sternness, you instinctively obeyed and looked back. Only to see that dark penetrating gaze, doing what he did with those in the interrogation room. Figuring out what you weren’t going to say. “I’ve only ever seen Stechner piss you off like that, what did he say?” 
Closing your eyes for a brief moment only finding the energy to open them again half way through your sentence. “It doesn’t matter. He’s just trying to to get to you by bothering me. It’s hard to tell what he ever really wants I’d rather just ignore him.” 
You could really tell how much more exhausted this case was making him, before he would have pushed until you told him right away, but this time he just softened his face as he looked at you. Instead he saved it until you got home that evening. Quietly prompting you at the end of the day that they had things to do tomorrow and should get an early evening. 
It was only a half lie. Judging by the always anxious look on Stoddard’s face, you assumed he knew something about it as well. Javi wasn’t even the one to tell you about the wire tap, apparently your association to Javi made him just as bad of a liar to you as he was to him. Before walking out of the office, you looked at him and made an exaggerated inhale and exhale motion as watched until he did the same, his shoulders losing just a slight of their tension. 
Once out of earshot of anyone else, you and Javi finally felt far enough to relax more into one another. Javi wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you firmly into his side. You tried to make an attempt to lighten the mood. “I can’t tell if Stoddard is perfect for this job or completely out of his depth working for you.” 
Javi chuckled as he nudged you to the passenger side door. “He’s good at what he does, I just don’t think they thought out putting him with someone like me.” You shared a chuckle, but didn’t say anything more until you both were tucked in the confines of the car. “Honestly most of what I get him to do, I would’ve just given to you if I could get away with it. Considering half the things I convinced you to do for me before.” 
He started the car but didn’t quite make a move to drive. “You didn’t convince me to do anything. I trusted in what you were doing. Bureaucracy wants you to stand back and let it play out by itself, I’d rather help you in actually doing something than keep sitting back and watching you struggle to push through all the red tape.” Javi didn’t look at you, but moved his hand resting on the stick shift to grab at your hand. His thumb rubbing over the skin. “If I can’t help you here Javi,” you leaned over to move your conjoined hands over his heart. “At least I can still help you here.” 
As if there was too much stirring in his head, he shut his eyes and held your hand tight against his chest before finally letting it go, moving back to drive out. “I played ball as much as I could, but they just see numbers and names on a report. They have no clue what it’ really like out there.” 
It’s why he didn’t say much about tomorrow to anyone. It’s why you two never even discussed it until you both were in your shared bedroom going over everything. Javi sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly twisted to lean over the bedspread to look at the papers in front of him, you sitting near the middle with your legs crossed reciting things out loud to make sure he was going in fully prepared. 
You both knew approaching Christina Juardo wouldn’t be a one way solution. Javi needed to get in the door, put who he is in her head, and let her slowly come to terms with what he wanted, but then the wiretap came though. And suddenly Javi knew exactly where her husband was hiding. 
It was all a mess, but that was the only state of affairs the DEA was allowed to function under anymore. For the first time though, you didn’t quite feel the gut wrenching fear you used too. Curaçao was a far cry from running through the streets of Cali or Medellín. It was one of the only times now where Javi leaving for a field job didn’t leave you sick inside at what could happen. Franklin Juardo was a money man, not a fighter hiding out in a city that posed no threat to Javier's safety. 
Neither were things you could be sure of after he gets back. Eventually he had to relent, everything was ready to go, just none if it made either of you feel any better. The last time you two had been in Colombia, a night before an arrest like this, Javi would have needed to let out that intense fire in his nerves, and your softy pliant body was the perfect place to let that out on. You’d take his cock however many times in whatever ways he needed, but tonight was different. 
The way you fucked now was intense, brought out of a painful helplessness you both experienced day after day. He was tense and so were you, and he never wanted to take that out on you. His anger was different now than it was before, and he was constantly aware of making sure not to let that turn into handling you so roughly.
So that night before his flight, it was just his lips against yours, and quiet whispers between them. It was tender, and it hit you right in the heart at how soft and vulnerable he was allowing himself to be with you. 
You just hoped thing’s in the upcoming weeks wouldn’t take away that deeply rooted feelings between you. That whatever was inevitably going to crash down, didn’t take Javi down with it. 
Waiting around the quiet office all day ruined whatever tenderness last night filled you with. Part of you felt bad, you didn’t know almost any of these people upon your return so they must think you’re just a quiet, tense bitch. Or at least stand offish. They knew you and Javier were together, he had disclosed that upon your own reapplication, but between Cali somehow remaining two steps head and the constant push back from the ambassador, Javi hasn’t come off as less stand offish than you have. 
As the only thing your mind could focus on was the clicking of keys and the ticking clock, you begun to wonder if this was how Connie felt. This feeling of knowing you won’t hear from them until they’re back and you just have to spend your day not knowing anything or if they’ll succeed, and what happens if they didn’t. More than once Stoddard tried to not so subtly bring things up, but you shut it down just as fast. You really didn’t want to talk about what Javier was doing with anyone not Javier. 
It wasn’t until there was hustling and rushed activity in the halls that you suspected he was back, and judging by the security making their way over there, had Franklin Juardo in custody. Your palms sat flat on your desk, eyes shut as you took a deep breathe in. You felt relieved he was back, but somehow it didn’t make you feel any better. 
At some point you had seen his lawyer enter the embassy, and if he had looked your way he definitely would have noticed the glaring squint sent his way. You didn’t want to even start wondering just how much he was being paid to sacrifice any dignity or integrity he had to protect these people. 
Whatever had happened once they returned, it also didn’t make Javi feel any better either. By the time he made it to his office, it was late. Late enough the sun had started going down and you were in his chair with your feet resting on the desk. Your uncomfortable shoes kicked off over an hour ago as you flipped through the same file over and over. 
Once again the droning of the clock distracted your brain enough not to realize anyone had approached until Javi quickly opened and more aggressively shut the door. Carelessly tossing his DEA jacket off onto a nearby chair before rubbing a hand over his face. Your head tilted with wide eyes as you waited for him to come to you. 
Finally he looked at you with a large breathe, hands on his hips. “Christina?” Shaking your head no, you could see his jaw tick in frustration. He walked further in and sat on the edge of his desk beside your resting feet. “Brave of a subordinate to think she can just use her bosses desk as a footstool.” 
As he nodded down your face fell in regret, immediately moving them up only to have Javi chuckle softly to himself. Grabbing your feet gently and pulling them into his lap, gently massaging what spots he knew were uncomfortable. You looked pensively at him before finding the courage to ask. “How bad is it?” His head turned more to you with a look of confusion before you clarified. “The lawyer. I saw him when he first got here.” 
Javi let a large sigh out, turning his focus back to the soles of your feet. Sometimes a distraction with his hands helped his brain focus, probably why the nicotine gum didn’t do anything to help. “Said he’s sure I can’t make the charges stick, that he’ll get Juardo off in no time. He’s good.” 
Your brows furrowed, sitting up properly and leaving Javi’s touch entirely so you could lean in closer to his face. “He’s not good, Javi. He just knows his own clients can throw money around to do whatever they want. He’s expensive and doesn’t give a shit about being moral, that’s all.” 
Deep brown eyes bled into yours, as the softer Javi returned slowly to you. Standing up you moved in front of him, his legs giving you just enough space to properly keep close. Your hands cupped the sides of his jaw, thumbs rubbing over the skin, an act normally soothing enough to see Javi’s eyes flutter shut but this time he just caressed one of your wrists with his as he held your waist with the other. 
“I’m just waiting for Crosby to pull me into his office and tell me that nabbing the cartels own money launderer was somehow the wrong move.” His hands raised just long enough to pull you in as close as the space allowed, guiding yours to wrap around his neck. Holding your chin with his fingers he nudges his nose against yours. 
“They don’t like anything you do because they want to keep you focused on the carrot on the string, rather then going for the food directly.” As soon as you said it you got it. A smirk along with a laugh as he runs his hair over the side of your head. 
 “That’s it. You’ve done it that was the worst one.” You started laughing as well, Javi pulling you in with a smile when you tried to get away. “Good thing we didn’t hire you for the marketing team.” 
Your foreheads eventually found a resting spot against the other as Javi switched from holding you static to squeezing where his hands lay on your body as he thought more and more. “You know what I mean though, Javi. They want you to think that you’re the one in the wrong for caring about how much harm these people actually do. You saw it, what looks good on paper is all that they care about producing. That doesn’t take away from what you’re doing, which is actually wanting to help the people men in Cali hurt.”
Javi finally nudged his nose against yours once more, but this time cupping your cheeks softly to pull you into a gentle kiss. A kiss that turned a little more urgent the longer you didn’t have the will power to pull away. 
You slid your hands down to his sides, tempted to sneak under the fabric of his shirt to enjoy the feeling of his bare skin, but managed to pull your lips away from him leaving a much more soft kiss to his forehead. Eventually you let each other go a big, Javi holding you at the waist while yours rested on his thighs. “If they don’t like this, they’re certainly not going to like what we’re going for next.” 
Your eyes remained firm. Out of the four only one remained in charge here in Colombia to have any major influence. “Miguel.” 
Javi nodded. “Miguel. We get him I may actually have a fucking chance at ending this.” One thing he still adored on you was that look you held right now. Focused and intense, always paying close attention to whatever he shared with you no matter how much of it you likely weren’t supposed to know. “If this informant of Feistl and Van Ness comes through, it’d give us the upper hand. Getting Miguel Rodriguez is huge at this point. Everything goes through him now, and if we take that away from they might not recover from it.” 
You both wished his tone was hopeful, but it was increasingly more touch each day to find the bright side of Javi’s gloom. What he needed now wasn’t that though, he just needed you there with him. That was enough to keep him going, for now at least. Your hands rubbed over his thighs now mindlessly, but the caress was strong enough that Javi could feel it. “When you said Cali was going to be completely different, I didn’t realize that meant having almost no one on your side. I mean I know it’s all technically the same, but this time just feels...” 
While you trailed off Javi knew exactly what words they were. “Bleak. Way more fucking bleak.” The tension in his jaw returned and it poked at your heart again. You glanced to see shut blinds at his office window and took a deep breathe through your nose as you turned back to him, hands rubbing over his thighs both higher and now a purposeful degree of firmer. 
Javi breathed an almost silent laugh out, standing up off the desk, pulling you close into him sharing a softer kiss than before. “Even here, you just can’t control yourself can you?” 
As your fingers danced up the length of his shirt he snatched them and shook them away. “Let’s go home, bebita. I’ve got a few ideas how you can cheer me up.” Smirking at the clearly flustered look your started to grow, Javi turned you around and nudged you to go grab your things. 
It wasn’t until you reached the door that you stopped and turned around, seeing Javi still standing there watching you. Before you could ask, he closed the gap and pushed you out with a hand on your lower back. It was easier to get Javi to open up at home than it was here. This place now kept becoming a constant reminder of his almost impossible mission. 
As much as you liked to tease Javi and his insatiable appetite, you preferred to properly take care of him first. You declined a very tempting and handsy offer to join him in a shower, wanting to make him something warm and comforting to eat. He did it for you, but never his own comfort food and never for his own sake. 
Focused on making sure everything was cooking right, you failed to notice the sound of the shower turning off at all until two strong arms wrapped around your front followed by a very large needy creature pulling you back slightly into his chest. Javi didn’t say anything, simply allowed you to cook while his face was tucked into your neck, whispering occasional compliments for how good everything smelled. 
From your position, you could feel his jean were back on, but forewent a belt and sat undone likely as a ploy to entice you with the coarse dark hair you might just be able to see if you looked long enough. A soft tee shirt covered his chest, which was rare these days for him to choose something casual. Almost as if he wanted to always be closer to be ready to go at a moments notice. 
His hands roamed your stomach and instinctively you flinched almost out of his touch, only to be gently pulled back in, one hand now playing with his palm flat against it and the other holding onto your hip. “Hey, there’s nothing to be self conscious about, queirda.” That one had been a slow process between you, accepting what you looked like without comparing it to what he’s been with before. 
Moving from your front, Javi slide his hand up to grasp your bandaged one. He seemed to think for a moment before the words whispered themselves out. “It wasn’t-” You felt a deep sigh of air on the side of your face. “Seeing that kind of blood on you, it knew it wasn’t serious but it still just..”
“Scared you.” Finishing his trailed off sentence, you turned the burner off twisted in his hold to face him. Moving the bandaged hand up to cup the side of his cheek. Your face was soft, but you felt the same kind of fear in your heart. “You’re not the only one.” 
It was a quiet moment standing in each others arms. There was worse things ahead that neither of you could predict, but you needed to keep your own head afloat, if just to help keep Javi’s up too. You watched whatever thought he was lost in, move on as a small smile took its place again. Tapping your side he moved to the cupboard. “You’ve done enough, let me do this go sit down.” 
Javi moved around the kitchen with a comfortably you don’t remember existing beforehand. It was there in when you two left for Texas, him and his father working in perfect synchronicity like he loved being in the kitchen, but being here it wasn’t one you had been used too. 
Getting together with Javi was both easy and incredibly difficult. The feelings between you two was the easy part. It genuinely surprised you how well you got on right from your first day, and he had to be the one to chase you. He took every opportunity to show you what you meant to him and how much he cared, and quickly it pulled the mask off. 
Javier cared deeply, more deep than most of the people he worked with. It’s why his actions were so brash and sometimes questionable. He did what he did because he’s not here to just shove cartels behind bars, you know he sees the country, walks in the city and sees the lives of the people those cartels effect. The people he’s watched get hurt, or worse along the way. 
Javier shows his heart on his sleeve, but so many people brush it off as arrogance or anger. But watching him, start serving the warm little meal you made for him, moving around the kitchen with little things you both finally added too. 
Last time you had been provided an apartment, but once things with Javi got started, he suspiciously got you to stay over with him more nights than not. Always suggesting you bring this or that over just in case you need it, and before you knew it you had decorated his place with some of your life. Now though, you both lived here, and it was the first time it felt like a home for both of you, not just a space you included yourself in. 
You wanted to hold onto this feeling for just a little while longer. Give him just enough to keep that content look on his face with you as long as you could before it all gets swept away the second he steps into the embassy. You had more than one idea for that, but food was first. 
It wasn’t until later, when you told him in a sweet but needy voice, hands playing with the open button of his jeans as your finger tips brushed his stomach. “I should get you out of these jeans, they can’t be comfy right?” 
Javi’s smirk read right through you, “What did you have in mind instead, quierda?” All you did was tug at the fabric a little more nodding to your bedroom. Laughing a bit, he kept a hand on the back of your neck suddenly. The gesture almost having you jump in surprise, Javi knew exactly what he was doing. His large band was so warm on your neck and it almost tingled down your spine as he held you firm enough that he could direct you elsewhere with any gesture. 
You knew where his path was though. Javi moved suddenly to crowd you up against the bedroom wall, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. His tongue heavy and demanding on yours as he kept that one hand on your neck. His groans coming out almost more aggressively as he switched from coaxing your moans out with his tongue, to forcing gasps from biting your bottom lip. 
He switched back and forth as if he couldn’t get enough of either taste. When your hands slipped under the softness of his shirt and gently raked over the bare skin, Javi made up his mind. 
His hold on you pushing enough to put you down on your knees. You wanted to look up at those daring aggressive eyes as he let his lust control him, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the dark hair just teasing you as it sat above his cock under the jeans. Your hands braced themselves on the meat of his thighs as you made your mind up. 
This was Javi’s show, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to take care of him. Javi murmured your name only to be interrupted with a hiss as you leaned your head in to nuzzle your nose against the impressively large bulge straining against him. Your mouth pressing harder against the fabric to just barley tease his cock, and by the twitch he let out, you knew his cock wanted to be treated well too. 
Sliding your hands up to just on either side of his hips, you looked up at him. “Will you let me take care of you Javier?” 
Javi nodded as he grit his teeth, “Pull me out, baby.” His hand rightly wound itself in your hair, jilting you head back just slightly as you pulled his jeans down just enough to get your hand around his cock. Jeans resting now just below his ass, you had enough space to move your hand gently over him as much as you wanted. 
The moan Javi let out as you kissed his tip was music to your ears. You almost instinctualy shut your eyes, your insides wanting you to lose yourself in the pleasure even just giving it to him, but Javi always pressed you to look at him. So you behaved. Licking and kissing the tip just enough to suck just that into your mouth you already could taste the precum spilling out. So you sucked more, uncaring that it was mixing sloppily with your saliva. Pulling away you properly wrapped a hand around his cock. 
You always were teased about having small hands, but it was only apparent to you when Javi’s thick cock would need two of your own hands to reach all the way around. But you kept one on his thigh as you used the slickness around his tip to coat his cock, unable to resist trailing you mouth down the sides your hand wasn’t touching. Adding to the slick mess as you stroked him. 
The sound was obscene, the wet slide of your hand as you left almost greedy kisses with your tongue down his length until the grip on your hair was almost painful. “This your idea of taking care of me?” 
Looking up, your hand was still stroking up and down as your mouth left him enough to give a much more warm and gentle tone, “I’ll always take care of you.” That gentle softness ruptured by you finally sliding his cock into your mouth. 
There wasn’t much room to work with, Javi had you pinned up to the wall. The most room you were going to work with was to suck him deep. Javi’s thighs trembled as your warm mouth sucked him over and over, his hand gently guiding you faster if you slowed down to teasingly. It had taken time to get such a small mouth used to his size, and the deeper he brought you the more your eyes stung from how much they were starting to water. 
But you sucked him more, your lips sealed tight around him, his cock sliding deep into your throat as if it was as warm and tight as your pussy. He was impatient, he always wanted to pull you off before he cums so he can fuck you. 
That look on his face right at that moment, his head thrown back with his mouth opening in a moan, is what you wanted to keep him feeling like. Just giving him something good for his own pleasure, nothing more and you were starting to think he was going to accept that, at least this time. 
Swearing, his tight grip in your hair shifts to rake through it almost more sensually, hazy eyes looking down at you he tries not to lose it then and there. “Taking me so well, don’t you? Always wanting my cock so deep.” 
One hand of yours drifted up from his thigh, winding up right at edge of his hip close enough that your palm partially siding behind him. Javi let out a wistful sigh, the tender almost innocent gesture pulling him far closer to the edge than expected, and this time what he wanted was exactly what you wanted. “Fuck- oh fuck, I’m close. I’m so fucking close, this fucking mouth..” 
You could feel Javi’s body tensing under your palms, a slight shake to his muscles as you pulled his orgasm closer and closer with every bob of your head. Your eyes slid shut totally, wanting to focus on nothing but how he feels and what he sounds like. The heavy weight of his cock on your tongue was so overwhelming, how thick and deep he was in your mouth sending your nerves into a frenzy of if you could handle it, but you did. 
Javi’s gentle groan of your name caught your attention, and you squeezed the part of his cheek that your hand had found itself cupping in response, but you never let him go without you. “Gonna cum down you’re throat, bebita. You gonna be good for me? Gonna swallow it all for me?” 
The closer he felt his orgasm, the more Javi talked, some nonsense, some muttered Spanish you couldn’t make out. “Let me fill your mouth, baby let me fill you,” his cock throbbed in your mouth and his voice moaned out in desperation as he came. 
You could barley pull off of him he was so close to you, so you pulled his hips into your mouth deeper, the dark hair around his cock brushing against you as Javi spilled into your mouth. Between you pulling him in and Javi’s hand keeping your head in place, he filled your mouth with his cum so intensely. 
Trying to swallow everything as he came, but your eyes watered more and more at how overwhelmingly deep he was and how much he came right down your throat. The sensation forcing whines out of you that vibrated more against his sensitive cock. Milking his cum for every drop he could spill. 
As the last of it was swallowed down, you could hear Javi’s breathing in pants as his entire body sagged in relaxation. You very slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, the slide causing him to let out a mix of a gasp and a hiss as you did so. 
For a moment all he could do was look at you, your red eyes with tears drying on your cheeks but all with a dazed proud smile as you watched him come down to earth. Finally you moved your hands to gently cup his cock as you ever so lightly licked his length once over, cleaning him of what cum had been mixed with your saliva coating what you didn’t swallow. 
“Jesus, fuck, come here, queirda-” Javi pulled you up to your feet as he jaw clenched from the over stimulation. Wanting to put more force into it initially, Javi paused. Struck at how softly you cupped his cheek and the gentle press of your lips on his, demanding nothing greater than a chaste kiss.  
His hands moved to your hips and pushed you slightly against the wall, returning the kiss just enough to keep him stuck in that fuzzy overwhelmed state, your hands raked through his hair as you pulled him off your lips. Pressing a kiss into his cheek, you moved both of you so Javi could sit on the edge of the bed. 
As his hand tried pulling you into his lap, you snatched your arm away to grab some simple sweatpants for him. Turning your back to face him you had a cheeky grin on your face. “You think you can handle this part by yourself?” 
A full laugh left you as Javi’s face fell into a flat unimpressed look. By the time you both got into bed, Javi had laid down first, and tried to coax you up onto his mouth. His grumpiness only shining through at being denied giving you pleasure was endearing. You just shook your head, cuddling up to his side as he turned onto his to properly hold you. “Really? You’re denying me the pleasure of tasting you? How is that far?” 
You shared another gentle kiss before you nudged your nose against his. “Sometimes it’s not about me Javi. Some nights I just want to make it about you. You deserve good things.” 
There was an unspoken moment of silence between you, he could snark back at how much pleasure he got from getting to taste you, but it was the first time in days he truly felt relaxed. That his muscles could melt into the sheets, and for now he accepted it. Pulling you close into his arms he muttered things against the top of your head in Spanish that he hoped you wouldn’t catch onto quite yet. 
In the quiet of the night, the only words spoken between you were short and simple before sleep over took you both. Javi’s voice rung deep in your ears, “It’s only going to get worse from here, quierda.” You wound your hand up onto his face to pull him into a final sleepy kiss. 
“Whatever happens I have your back, no matter what anyone else feels.” 
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A Bundle of Heliotropes - Chapter 1 - Marking
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After two people have turned 16 they get a soulmark, a near-exact, or complementary, mark or as some referred to it as a tattoo. This can be anywhere on the person, sometimes they're simple, small, or inconspicuous on occasion. Other times they take up a great deal of space, elaborate pieces of work, their meaning so clear much clearer more often than not.
When Marinette Dupain-Cheng was younger she couldn't wait for her mark. She hadn't cared what it would look like because no matter what it would be beautiful, because this was her way to her one in the Universe.
When she fell in love with Adrien she was sure it was him but slowly felt as though she was wrong as she failed to confess or even have a normal conversation with the blond. Why would the Universe give her someone she couldn't even talk to?
This led to her officially letting him go and giving Luka a wholehearted try, that was until he got his soulmark. Akumas, being Ladybug, and Guardian duties had already been putting a strain on their relationship so Luka getting his mark was just the icing on the cake, and Marinette thought it would be better for them to break up and remain friends.
Marinette spent months of hopeful vs. hopeless, and as her birthday drew near a feeling of dread came upon her. The day came when she woke up with her collar area burning with her mark.
It was beautiful, just below the center of her collarbone a circle resting with elm branches coming from it going across to end at her shoulders. In the circle was a giant ladybug, along with robins sitting on the branches of her tree.
Looking in the mirror left her almost breathless, she brought her hand up to the mark almost scared to touch it. For fear if she touched it would fade the canvas of her skin forgetting what had been.
The only problem was it was far too telling. A ladybug? As if that wouldn't reveal her. She couldn't show this, not without someone realizing what the ladybug truly represented.
She could show Alya, she had told her identity at the beginning of the school year. She trusted her not to blab about it, especially when a few months ago Alya was going through the Ladyblog rewatching her videos and trying to see if any of them could be of help. Then she stumbled upon her interview with Lila to realize that she couldn't possibly be best friends with Ladybug when that was in fact her. She apologized to Marinette when she realized her mistake and how it took her this long even after Marinette had already told her and proved she was Ladybug.
“Marinette!” Tikki’s voice broke through her trance. The Kwami had been admiring her mark, while it wasn't the biggest or the flashiest. It was certainly something to admire. Big and flashy had never been Marinette’s forte, perhaps her soulmate and her had that in common?
“Sorry Tikki. I just,” Marinette glanced into the mirror again looking at the branches and its’ birds. “I can't believe it.” The teen said the last bit breathlessly.
“Guardian, as beautiful as your mark is,” Wayzz floated up. “You’re going to need to hide it. Someone could put it together, even with the quantum masking.”
“Wayzz is right,” Marinette turned to face Tikki as she spoke. “We can't count on the Miraculous magic to hide your identity when a mark so clearly refers to your heroine persona. While our magic is ancient that doesn’t mean it’s entirely dependable either.”
“You're right,” Marinette sighed. “I can show Alya at least. I'm sure she's gonna freak.”
Marinette wore a shirt that covered above her collarbone, unable to wear her usual white tees. She wore a light pink top so that if the shirt got wet the mark wouldn't be seen through the fabric. Marinette had already been making it a habit not to wear her usual whites anyway, with how many times Lila had caused “accidents” that ruined them. It wasn’t like she was dumb enough to keep wearing something that would be affected the worse.
Marinette already knew that Lila would try to say she must not have a soul mate if she wasn't willing to show her friends. Honestly, Marinette could care less about that, as Lila probably wouldn't share hers either when she got hers later this year. Not to mention there were others in the class and friends that had been getting their marks recently and not all of them wanted to share. Also, Marinette might be the younger between her and them, if her getting the mark on her birthday was anything to go by. Which it was.
Marinette made her way downstairs while tying her hair back, over the last few months while she still was late for things she had gotten better at waking up early. It made her friends excited, that's for sure. Marinette was proud, she may not get all the hours of sleep needed for a person her age but at least she started her day earlier.
She grabbed an apple and made her way down the stairs. She didn't want to risk Lila trying to claim she had done something when she was least likely to have. So she made her way as quickly as she possibly could, despite her having more time to get to school; it helped to get there as soon as she could around a certain time. As the more people around to see her the less likely Lila could make her claims.
Marinette passed through the bakery giving her maman and papa hugs and kisses before snatching up croissants into a bag to share with some of her friends. Mainly Alya, Nino, and Adrien of course every morning hung out with her. Many of her other friends would sometimes join them, sometimes they were in a rush or just forgot to grab something to eat.
Everyone mostly “played nice” as Adrien tried to keep it. While Adrien seemed to play peacekeeper along with Alya they both had very different reasons. Adrien being so Lila wouldn't say anything to his Father and risk his freedom, and while they understood that it still hurt when Adrien sometimes took more of Lila’s side in the conversation, even if it was for the sake of “keeping the peace.” Over the months Chloé, Kagami, and Marinette had been able to convince Gabriel to be more free with his son, even Natalie had surprisingly shown support. But Adrien still turned the arguments in Lila’s favor a good chunk of the time.
Alya on the other hand had been slowly sliding more to Marinette, so as to not cause Lila into a fuss. Alya hated it, that much was clear, but it seemed as though Lila didn't notice as long as the Créole teen was spitting articles of her amazing life. Alya had made a separate blog to “support her friend” but what Lila hadn't noticed was that the writer’s name wasn't Alya but a pen name. But it had come to light for Lila that Alya still cared about Marinette and wasn't entirely leaving her. Alya gave excuses, true and false, but we're good enough for the Italian. But Lila taking notice had only been a recent thing.
“Marinette!” Alya shouted as Marinette made her way into the courtyard. Some people turned to see the dark-haired teen make her way to her friend, some of those students happened to be Max and Rose. Score, Marinette couldn’t help but think as it meant if Lila tried to say something they would most likely doubt her, especially if she was with Alya.
“Hey Alya,” Marinette smiled before hugging her best friend. As she pulled away she wasn’t even halfway out before Alya was practically buzzing.
“So?” Alya stretched the word out while bouncing in place. “Did you get your mark? Or is it not there? And if there isn’t one then that’s okay girl! Remember your soulmate could be younger than you and hasn’t turned sixteen yet. And even if you don’t get a mark I won’t think any less of you, it just means that you're free to choose your own destiny and-” and before Alya could continue rambling, something that she had picked up from the Asian girl, that Marinette cut her off.
“Alya! I got my mark,” Marinette laughed before finally letting go of the other girl’s hands. Alya’s face slowly went from blank to pure glee. She grabbed Marinette’s shoulders and shook her, “You. Me. Bathroom. Now!”
Alya dragged her to the bathroom, while others would be upset at the other’s demanding antics Marinette just laughed. Alya pushed the bathroom door open and surveyed the room, “Which stall is empty?”
Some girls gave her weird looks, but those who were friends or knew the girls personally giggled or simply smiled. One of them pointed to the one at the end. Alya declared “perfect” and brought Marinette in with her. Some of the girls said happy birthdays to Marinette while giggling as Alya dragged her into the stall. As Alya shut the stall door it could be heard some girls going “Oh” as they realized why the two went into the stall.
“Show me now girl!” Alya cried, the stall at the end wasn’t as small as the others but it certainly wasn’t one as big as the one closer to the door. Alya had mentioned that her mark might hint at her heroing, as a theory. It wasn’t uncommon for soul marks to represent someone’s work or passions, so it was safe to assume that Marinette’s could reference Ladybug.
Marinette pulled her arms out of her shirt before taking it off, her tank top left a perfect view of the mark. Aside from the straps, it’s not like it really mattered. Alya let out what had to be the loudest squeal Marinette had heard come out of her, and she had let Alya try many Miraculi on just for the fun of it. That sleepover had been the loudest squeals and laughter that came out of Alya to date. Till today that is.
“Are those tree branches? And robins?”
“Yes, and yes,” Marinette said before bringing her shirt back on. “Elms if I’m not wrong. But I studied plants for that one nature-forest-themed fashion competition.”
Alya finally opened the stall back up when Marinette had her shirt situated, and with Wayzz and Tikki away. Alya just seemed to be radiating from excitement. If Alya was the type to jump up and down when excited that would be exactly what she would be doing now. Though Marinette had a feeling it had to do with how nervous Alya was for Nino’s birthday.
Nino’s Birthday was just four days away, Alya’s was last month. She didn't get a mark so she held out hope that Nino would be her soulmate, while being soulmates didn't necessarily mean it was romantic you couldn't blame the girl. As for all they knew, Nino or Alya may have a romantic bond with someone else. With how close they were and how much they loved each other it made sense to be scared of such possibilities.
Marinette was honestly scared hers wouldn't be romantic, not that there was anything wrong with a platonic bond. But for Marinette, it just meant finding someone to have her big house with three kids and a hamster would be much harder.
Marinette subconsciously touched where her mark lay, What if they don't like that I'm the one they're soul bound to?
“Marinette!”
The said girl looked up to see Adrien, Nino, and Kim waiting for her. A smile came on her face as she saw them. Kim waved at her overdramatically before raising a sign that read “Happy Birthday To The Bread Child.”
Alya and Marinette laughed at the sign, it had been a joke between mainly Kim and Marinette that she was “The Bread Child”. When they were in early collège their class had done a project about names and their heritages. From then on Kim liked to joke about her father’s last name.
Her other friends had slowly made their ways into the joke calling her bread-related nicknames. Adrien and Nino were the worst, as they were puns. It honestly made Marinette think their favorite hero was Chat Noir rather than Ladybug.
“Happy Birthday!” Nino and Kim shouted at their long-time friend.
“Happy Birthday Marinette,” Adrien smiled at her. The girl's insides swirled around a little at his smile, it was charming, one of his real ones even. Despite letting go of her crush on him he still made her flustered from time to time.
“Thanks you guys,” she felt a bit embarrassed but she couldn't care. Her friends always made her feel like that on important occasions, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.
“I'm assuming by Alya’s face and that she was practically skipping her way over here that you got your mark?” Kim raised his eyebrows at his short friend. Though most people at Françoise Dupont were shorter than Kim.
“Yes,” her cheeks flushed as she admitted it.
“That's amazing dudette,” Nino said in his usual fashion.
“Can you show us?” Kim looked between the two girls.
Marinette swallowed before opening her mouth to speak, “I don't want to lie to you but I want to keep it myself. I would love to show it but for now, I would like to keep it to myself.”
Marinette looked everywhere but her friends while she said this. They were gonna think she was selfish, or that she hates them when she doesn't! But because they think she hates them they’ll start hating her, and they’ll all leave her. She’ll have no friends because they’ll tell everyone and then she won't ever make friends for the rest of lycèe. Since no one likes her she’ll never get to be a famous and successful designer, and when she finally finds her soulmate they’ll think she’s horrible and hate her because she has no friends and that she's a failure. And then she’ll be alone for the rest of her life. She’ll never get her big house for her hamster and three kids, and-
“Marinette!” Her friend's voices snapped her out of her panicked state.
“S-sorry!” Marinette cried.
“Marinette, it's okay,” Nino said.
“We understand and we won't push you to show us,” Kim pulled Marinette in for a side hug. “We would never hate you for being private.”
“Exactly!” Adrien said with a reassuring smile. “It's your decision. Also soulmarks are very personal things, it only makes sense if someone decided not to share theirs.”
“It’s in your full right to decide who you want to share your mark with,” Alix said from behind Marinette. Marinette would have jumped if Kim hadn't been hugging her right then. “Honestly I don't think I will share mine with anyone when I turn sixteen next year.” Alix admitted before continuing in a joking tone, “Unless it’s something sick like a dragon or snakes. Then I would show that sucker off for all it’s worth!”
Everyone laughed at Alix’s statement before heading to their classroom.
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When Damian Wayne first didn't get his mark he thought maybe he didn't have one, and he was fine with that. Even pleased one could say. As it would be one less person to care about, to protect, or to be used as a weakness.
His family reassured him that his soulmate probably just hadn't turned sixteen yet. Truly that didn't, as the League had certain beliefs around the topic. All Damian saw was that it was the Universe giving him that one person that anyone could use against him.
Lo and behold they would be right; just a few months later would he wake to his shoulder blades burning as a mark finally made itself upon his body.
Damian looked at his back with the mirror in his bathroom. It was…magnificent. It was the only word that could come to mind that held everything he felt about it, the young Wayne couldn't help but look at it.
A circle between his shoulder blades with tree branches that went across his shoulder blades and stopped just as it went to wrap around, clearly cherry blossoms were the branches that came out, ladybugs in flight or resting in the branches. While it made no sense it was still a beautiful sight. In the circle was a robin, its back to the viewer and its head turned up so you could see its face, as best you could with how the view of the mark portrayed it.
Damian swallowed, his body showcasing the form of nervousness without his consent. He couldn't help it though, looking at made his chest tight and his fingers flinching, desperately wanting to touch the mark. His arm made its way up and his hand came down-
He clenched his jaw as he turned his hand into a fist and brought it away. He huffed leaving the bathroom, and his face became a scowl. As he got dressed two parts of him berated him. He took a moment to calm himself, it’s just a mark. But it wasn't like a regular tattoo, it couldn't come off.
It was one of the reasons you, internationally, couldn't get a tattoo until you were eighteen, because you were one: a minor. And second, you didn't get your mark until you were around the age of sixteen to nineteen. At least that was the average range of the current day, there were some larger age differences here and there, but it wasn't as common now. Guess the Universe seemed to catch on to how humans had been viewing age differences in recent times.
Damian didn’t understand why the Universe had decided that soulmates would be part of the staple of its rules. An absolute that had become the conclusion long ago that no matter what you were bound to meet your soulmate, in one life or another. At least that was according to magic users and what the League had from hunting down certain magic users.
So under no circumstances could his family find out about this mark. He may have come a long way from who he was when he was ten years old but even still he did not wish to entrust them with everything. While they were family, his most trusted, and partners, he couldn't stand them over insignificant things. This mark did follow under the file: “Keep Out Of Knowledge For Long As Possible.” or as he formally called it “My Business.”
It was his business, and as it was his business it meant his brothers would poke and pry their way into said business. Damian stifled a groan as he made his way down the hall. Damian could only hope his brothers would stick to their recent “level 1: giving space” tactic, but that would only last for so long. He might as well enjoy the peace that came with it.
“Damian we're going skating after school!” Grayson exclaimed upon the young Wayne entering the dining room.
As much peace that would come with the level 1 space.
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Being Tagged is always an option.
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gale-gentlepenguin · 11 months
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Gale Ranks: Miraculous Ladybug Classmates
Thats Right! I am going to be ranking Marinette and Adrien's classmates from my Least Favorite to My favorite.
Rules:
I will be judging based on Bustier's Class. So No Zoe, Kagami, or Marc. Even if they hang out.
Marinette and Adrien will be Excluded from this list (Think of them as Honorary 1 and 2 if included)
I will be using all of the episodes that have come out as reference. And there will be potential spoilers up to Episode 20 of season 5.
This isnt about which classmates are the best or worst. Its about My personal like or dislike of a classmate.
Including Marinette and Adrien there are 15 students. So this will be out of 13.
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13th. Sabrina Raincomprix
(She doesnt deserve a gif.)
Yea... after the recent episodes I really cant bring any sort of desire to like you. Oh sure Chloé is cruel and Lila is a manipulator... Sabrina is just a spineless worm that lets others get hurt or even ASSISTS in it. There is a corrupt cop joke here but its too easy. Also even with that she has no personality outside of Chloé Lackey. Chloé wouldnt be able to pull off most of her evil schemes without someone doing the dirty work and sorry Sabrina, thats you.
12th. Chloé Bourgeois
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A moment of silence for the wasted Character potential... Okay. So yea Chloé sucks. Granted the season 4 and 5 have gone so over the top with showing that season 2 and 3 were not actually important that it causes massive whiplash. I cant find myself hating her like I can with sabrina. I just pity this character. And that is even AFTER I saw what happened in Derision, though at this point I have no interest in seeing a redemption. The writers could have made her heel turn back to evil more believable IF they did it gradually with more effort. But its clear that there was no effort to do so.
11th. Lê Chiến Kim
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This man went from top 4 on my list to BARELY missing the top 10. Just goes to show how much one episode can change one's view on a character. In some ways I actually would say I like him less than Chloé now... but Kim at least did apologize and did say he would make an effort to be better. But MAN, when I found out what he did I was watching Chat noir BEAT HIS ASS ON LOOP. You know I was about to give that boy THESE HANDS for that s***. Derision really shifted everyone's view on this once lovable himbo, now he is a dumbass.
10.Rose Lavillant
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I just dont like her design that much. Her personality is the stereotypical bubbly girl. And while she does get some exploration on why that is... its never touched on again. Also I am a touch salty about Migration. Juleka was expecting to hear a confession but WE ALL GOT BAITED AND SWITCHED. Guess the show cant have any girl confessing to another girl unless that girl being confessed to is Marinette.
9. and 8. Ivan Bruel and Mylène Haprèle
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So to me these two are basically interchangable in terms of ranking. Ivan is the gentle giant that is misunderstood. Mylene is the soft scarred cat that wants the world to be a better place. If I had to pick, i would say I prefer Myléne more, but thats because she gets more character development.
7. Lila Rossi
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So Lila always struck me as a character with huge potential. The problem is the writers have no idea how to write a cruel, calculating and manipulative character without dumbing down everyone else to make her seem smart. Now in season 5 I have found myself starting to like her more. Is it because the writing got better? F*** no, its just been more fun with her in it. She is just clearly having more fun with it, and just seeing how the ridiculous plans somehow work almost makes it funny. Also its clear she is being set up as the next big bad, so I cant wait to see how convoluted the show makes her to make her WORSE than Gabriel. So unlike Chloé whose cartoonish evilness feels like a waste, with Lila it feels more fun to watch.
6. Max Kante
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He built Markov. Plus after Gamer he has been a pretty solid character. I also do enjoy his support of his Idiot Friend Kim. Even if Kim doesnt deserve it. Also, he has the best transformation sequence. Boy goes WAY too hard for it. I also just think he is a charming character.
5. Nathanael Kurtzberg
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Tomato son. While it took me some time to forgive him for Reverser. He is basically a shipper with Marc and its a fun time. I enjoy their plans and adorable antics. But part of me still misses season 1 Nathanael, wonder if he still had a crush on Marinette. Not much else to add, just that he is fun to have on screen and his english dub voice is still dope.
4. Juleka Couffaine
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She has my favorite design of the Classmates. She does develop more as the show goes on, I would say she has the most consistant development of the classmates outside of the top 3 contenders. Juleka is now the lead of Kitty Section, and has some incredible Lyrics within her. She wants to stand out and wants to stop being a wall flower. I can respect her guts and attempts at growing and improving.
3. and 2. Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe
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The respective best friends of Adrien and Marinette. They are likely the most known about classmates of the Miracuclass. Well Alya is. Nino sadly doesnt get as much delved into. That being said, both are supportive friends and go to great lengths to help them. Nino is surprisingly the more chaotic of the two resulting in him thinking Chat noir was stealing his girl OR forming a resistance against Monarch. Alya learning her best friend's identity and being her emotional rock. Now I thought I would put Alya higher than Nino, but Nino's charm and antics make it hard to dismiss and so I have them both as a tie. Though they also had some moments (Thanks to bad writing) that make me cringe a bit.
1. Alix Kubdel
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The most consistently written character in the entire class. The Time travel hero, a character that in my opinion is slept on a lot more than she should be. While I am not crazy about time travel, I do enjoy Alix as a character. She is fun loving and ready to call people out on their BS, also she gets some great lines. She also shows how much of a supportive friend she is to nathanael, Marinette, Ladybug and Chat noir. Its sad she had to go into the time stream to hide from monarch, but it is still a fun way to send a character off for a time
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"Chasing Pumpkin"
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Sand Castle AU - Chapter 2
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Characters: Syverson x Reader
Posted: Sept 29th
A/N: worked on this while bored during the hurricane, hope ya'll enjoy, more to come!
WARNINGS: mention of past abusive relationship, dumb bitch vibes
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He watched as your eyes darkened, pressed kisses to your lips as you whimpered and pulled your arms around his neck as he finally seated himself completely in you.
You couldn't forget his intense gaze, the feel of his canines nipping at your skin, yet not fully sinking in. Your hand fluttered at your neck, a little sad it hadn't happened but the memory of that night kept replaying in your head. It had been irresponsible, unplanned and utterly sinful.
"Tell me again about how you got laid by the most impressive specimen of a man and then ran away?"
You rolled your eyes, the blonde having pulled you from your thoughts, he had been the only one you had told. "Roman, I never said he was the most impressi-" you smacked his hand away as he reached for the fourth bun and pointed at him, "aren't you supposed to be watching the counter?" You changed the conversation.
"Listen, if you actually went wild and then escaped your four day vacation with the girls on the second day, he had to be beyond impressive," he straightened and shoved an errant strand of curly blond hair back, mossy green eyes full of joy. "I'm both proud and disappointed in you, it's been past due, but you know I got your back. Wish he would magically show up though."
You snorted, "counter?"
He nodded, hands up and made his way out to the front.
You could hear his cheerful greeting as the bell chimed yet again and laughed to yourself. The small cafe you worked at was as busy as usual, Roman was a big pull and he knew it, using his looks to fluster every customer available. It made you laugh, especially when your friends came in.
You lost yourself in your work, the cafe menu was small enough that one person could handle it even on the busiest of days and most were regulars, the town being small. Everybody knew everybody and they had easily accepted you when you moved back into town, into the house your grandmother had left you so long ago.
It had helped, her memory following you through the house and soothing your soul. It had been instrumental in healing you, the memory of her smile and what she had taught you centering you when your whole world had been turned upside down, when you had lost every bit of yourself.
"Hey," Roman poked his head into the order window, dragging you out of your thoughts, "Lulu is looking for you."
You shook your head, "Tell her I went for supplies-" But the door popped open and a lithe brunette stepped in with puppy eyes, you let out a small groan.
*
Syverson liked small towns.
The house he managed to get was on the outskirts with plenty of space and privacy, every place seemed to have backyard access to the lake. Five bedrooms, the garage had more than enough room for his truck, he had taken the job as a mechanic, it was good for his hands. If anything it was a good stop.
Mike grunted as he dropped the latest box, Mike Franks another from his unit, "c'mon Captain it's past midday and we still haven't gotten half of the Uhaul unpacked. I say it's time for lunch."
"Thinkin with your belly or dick?"
Mike snorted, "both, Lu will meet us, plus she says she'll take us to the best place for lunch!"
That made him pause, Lu was Lulu Kincaid, Mike had met her the weekend of the wedding. The two apparently shared the same hometown but had miraculously missed each other all their lives. Until they shared the same dance floor a month ago at the wedding. Mike had been bugging Syverson to come out and resettle, he had a job for him and guaranteed him he wouldn't regret it.
He ran a hand down his face and scratched his beard, "fine, I owe you lunch anyhow, almost done with this." He could get the Uhaul unpacked himself.
Mike cheered and was quick to clean up, already on his phone, he waited in his jeep and laughed once Syverson climbed in. "Almost too big there Cap'n," Syverson grunted in answer and his friend frowned, "you gotta tell me what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have been miserable ever since Davidson's wedding. The day after you nearly tore the vacation spot apart. Did you lose something?"
Syverson sighed, closing his eyes and grunting once again, "something like that…" he had woken to find his bed empty, checking the bathroom had confirmed it, Y/N had escaped. And that's all he had, your first name, the smell of pumpkins and the memory of your soft body giving in to his. Fuck. He hadn't thought it would bother him this much but that feeling of something missing had been growing and gnawing at him.
It was part of the reason he had up and moved here, the house was on lease for the first six months, it was good to change scenery if anything.
"-ays that her friend will be a good match…"
He blinked, "what?"
"Lulu says that she is bringing her friend along to meet us"
"Stop the car."
Mike laughed, flooring it, "no way capitan! It's time you spent some time with the fairer sex, might improve your mood…"
*
"Listen, it's just lunch, you don't even have to leave the building and… AND ROMAN can take over back here while you have a break!"
You narrowed your eyes at her, "Lu- there is no reason for me to-"
She batted her eyes at you, "it's just… your one of my favorite people-"
"Lucifer!" You scowled at her as her eyes watered, the nickname you often called her when she was up to no good.
"And your opinion matters so much to me. I think you'd like Mike and you just have to have lunch with us so that it's not awkward cause you know how bad I am at conversation when there's others around!"
Roman giggled, "I'll stand in back here, if your help doesn't show up, mostly everything is prepped and ready to go anyhow… you should take a break."
Lulu squealed, wrapping her arms around the blond and pressing a kiss to your cheek, "ya'll are the best!"
You swiped at air as she escaped the back kitchen, "I ain't even agree!" But your words were thrown to the wind and you let out a long suffering sigh. The vacation had been the worst idea ever, from meeting a godlike man that you had just thrown yourself under to now agreeing to having lunch with unknowns, the last month was starting to wear on you.
Roman placed a hand on your shoulder smiling softly when you looked at him, "if it's too much I will come save you, but it's time to stop hiding away back here and being a hermit is a bit out of fashion especially for you."
*
Syverson counted three exits, Mike shoved him into a seat and pointed at him, "time to make new friends Cap!" He craned his neck and waved at a tall brunette who led the way, a young woman in tow.
She ran over, squealing as Mike stood to wrap his arms around her. "Mike!" She pulled away, eyes landing on Syverson, "it's so nice to meet you! Mike is always going on about you! I brought a friend! This is Kelly."
Syverson stood, taking each lady's hands in his, offering polite greetings. Kelly was rather talkative yet kept looking at her phone. Then a thought occurred to him and he wondered why he hadn't asked, "Lulu, you met Mike at the wedding?" She nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Then you were one of the girls that crashed?" Another nod as she clutched at Mike's hand. "Not angry or anything like that, I was just wondering about a girl you would have been with." He watched her relieved expression as he described you, "said her name was Y/N but I didn't get her married name nor her contact information"
"You're talking about Pumpkin?" She asked with surprise, then laughed, "not surprised, she's not married," she started looking at Mike who kissed her hand, missing the relieved look on Syversons face. "We heard the music and wanted to go dancing but none of us had the audacity to just jump in, but Pumpkin is like that, plus she's the momma of the group. We kinda been having a hard time getting together and she had a bad year with that abusive ex boyfriend of hers, so she moved back here- into her grandma's old place its just been sitting there. Oh! I've said so much, really not for me to tell."
He had more than enough. Yes, she might have escaped him, but at least she wasn't attached to someone and he had been a mistake. You had enjoyed the night with him, he knew it.
"Still though, what did you two talk about? Wanting her information?"
Syverson shook his head sitting back, "just this and that is all…"
Mike narrowed his eyes at his friend who didn't look at him. Syv never asked about females, he had seen the man take plenty of women home but none had made it to the point of next day conversation. Much less that he ask for her. He wanted to know more, "momma of the group?"
Kelly huffed, "really, her ex wasn't all that bad, I am pretty sure she blew it out of proportion, I never seen him touch her. He just cheated on her is all and she went around accusing him of abuse. There were no records, she never called the police." Kelly rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone.
Something Syverson wondered about, "somewhere you need to be?" He asked with a frown, he didn't like her all that much, and what she had just said only added to his dislike of her.
She laughed and offered him a tooth filled smile. "Well-"
"Kelly…" Lulu shot her a look, she had been sure this would be a good match, her hopes soared as she caught sight of you taking your apron off and heading over. "Oh! Y/N! I'm so glad you could get lunch with us!" She nearly cried in relief, when had this become so awkward?!
Syverson tensed, obviously it couldn't be the one and the same…
You hated it, you could feel the tension, both shot you a 'save me' look, Lulu had always thought herself a matchmaker and while her intentions were good and came from the heart she was horrible at it. You took the only open spot at the table, easily dropping in beside the fourth person who's back was to you as you walked up, smiling as Roman stepped up behind you to drop a drink down for you and reached for the appetizers they had already ordered. Your relief had indeed shown up, giving you no excuse to stay back in your safe kitchen.
"Come here often?"
You froze, there was no way, but you recognized the voice, the low southern growl like quality that haunted your dreams the last couple of weeks. One you had replayed over and over in your head, one that was accompanied by the most sinful memories, rough grip and the burn of a beard against your sensitive thighs. You ignored the looks of curiosity from the two women across from you, carefully looking over to who you had unceremoniously sat beside.
That smirk, a quick flash of fangs, followed by that voice, "Pumpkin…"
Mike was quick, he wasn't sure how his friend knew the woman that had just joined but he saw the looks exchanged between his captain and you. He smirked, Syv's entire mood had shifted. The girl Kelly, while being sweet, had been no match for him, and while he himself adored Lulu it was just not going to work, but this one? "And you are?" He asked pinning the newcomer with his gaze.
You swallowed, looking away from the bright blue eyed intense gaze of the man beside you. Why did this always seem to happen to you? Had he stalked you down? What was he doing here? You knew this town and there was no way you had missed him, the memory of his hands on you making you squeeze your thighs together as you looked across the table.
"You must be Mike?" You asked, giving him your full attention, even though a thick thigh pressed against yours. You clearly remembered having those thighs push into the back of yours-
Lulu tilted her head to one side as the large man shifted to face you more openly. You leaned forwards and ignored him, this made her pause, you never ignored a person.
Syverson nearly growled, you had looked away from him, that wasn't going to work, he wanted your attention. "Y/N? I hear you are the mother hen of your friend group? The one they all look to?"
You nodded, "Syverson, have you told Kelly about yourself?" Lulu had asked you to join and make conversation easier between them, you frowned, Kelly wasn't one you would match with a man like Syverson. He was more of a stay at home and work with his hands kinda guy, while Kelly liked to party.
Lulu paused, she hadn't introduced the two of you. How did you know his name? Which meant you had met him. You had met him… at the wedding, she looked at the bear of a man and back at you, a slow devious smile curling her lips. You had failed to say anything about meeting the man and had left early, what had happened between the two of you? She had an idea with the way Mike's friend was eating you up with his eyes alone. "Actually, I am pretty sure Kelly was leaving," she said turning to her friend, "you said there was something to do?"
Kelly jerked her eyes from you to him and pouted, "but you made me come to meet him! And he is so handsome!"
Syverson pulled his hand from the table as she reached for him, eyes flicking to her for a moment before they went right back to you. "Is that cinnamon I smell?" He asked, dropping his hand under the table.
You jerked involuntarily as his big paw landed on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to double as those thick digits gripped at your leg. "Baking… a-apple and pumpkin pies and there's the cinnamon rolls we make fresh!" Thick fingers tightened on your thigh as you tried to wiggle without making a scene. This was the person Lulu wanted to match with Kelly? The girl was seeing Stuart Wilde, son of the sheriff, they had been on and off for years.
Kelly stared at you, frowning, "oh, you know our Y/N is a whiz in the kitchen? Practically runs the place by herself here, she has a little help from the other guy. Which is surprising that she lets ANY man get around her these days," she giggled joyfully, the sound high pitched.
You clenched your jaw, she had been the least sympathetic when you had been going through tough times. His hand slid inwards and you reached down quickly, your own barely covering his wrist. Jesus, he was big, so BIG, you felt your face heating at the memory of how much bigger he was than you. He had made you feel small, vulnerable and safe, a heady mixture you hadn't felt in years. The feeling now compounded as he sat next to you, paw on your leg right in front of your friend and his attempting to go further, yet not moving anymore than you allowed.
"Gettin' a little frisky aren't we soldier?"
"No longer in the service remember? And I will take what you are willing to give, no more than allowed ma'am, just say the word and I'll behave."
You looked over at him in quiet surprise.
Syverson smirked, sitting closer to the table and keeping from looking at you, your hand around his to keep him from moving it, giving him endorphins he hadn't felt in years. Aside from the bitch sitting across from him, he was having fun. "That so?" He asked Kelly, leaning forwards.
She preened under his attention, when earlier she had been unable to get off her phone. "Mmhmm! Y/N here is pretty much a hermit these days, you know because of her ex?" She mock whispered the latter behind her hand with a grin.
It was enough.
You were on your feet in the next second and a loud resounding smack reverberated through the dining area. Kelly sat in shock, head turned to the side. You gasped, clutching your stinging hand to your chest, mouth falling open in surprise at your own actions.
What had you done?
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necroticintellect · 8 months
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Beatrice & Michael - one
Michael loves Beatrice. Beatrice loves Michael. A classic, 'friends to lovers' piece. Also, my first attempt at building OC's.
Wordcount: 2,229
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In the last remnants of light, Beatrice and Michael walked hand in hand, feet battling to stay anchored. The warm subtle wind had now picked up to a powerful hot gust, and it nearly tossed them about like a ball in a tennis match.
A colony of ants scuffled their way across the dirt road in a neat line, overcoming the small clumps of dirt like soldiers—only to be unknowingly slammed dead by the force of their feet.
Beatrice could feel her heart palpitate at Michael's sudden squish of her hand. It startled her, to say the least.
"I... I don't appreciate this wind," he gravely stuttered, clearly distraught. His eyes wildly blinked in desperate attempts to keep away the flying dust particles.
"I'm sure the birds don't, either. We're almost home, just—just a few more minutes away," she sputtered while spitting away the flying pollen, wiping the corners of her mouth with her free hand. The malty taste festered against her tongue, reminding her exactly why she'd never try to eat it again, nor utilize it as seasoning.
That... was better left to the bees. And the reasoning for her actions—was better left as a tale for another day.
After a few torturous minutes of enduring the wind that seemed to possess the spirit of Muhammad Ali, the fairly large, gray, hand-built shack that they called home whittled its way into their line of sight.
It sat alongside the river that provided most of their meals, comfortably hidden by two cedar trees. Besides those, the area was very bare.
During the day, shafts of light were often able to slip their way through the cracked and slipped roof tiles, unintentionally bringing attention to the heavily dusted carpet. Michael had luckily found that carpet in the back of an old merchant's mill, so according to Beatrice, that was as luxury as it could possibly get.
It was certainly better than the prior slab of woven-together wool.
Hastily erected bricks that were worn by the extremities of weather laid splayed around the perimeter, working as a barrier. During the harsh winter, it was unfortunately normal for the river to flood, due to the unbelievable amounts of rain Tibet received. When you're dumb enough to place your living quarters near a possible hazard, it's essential to be intelligent enough to come up with a resolution.
"Hngh!" Beatrice deeply grunted, using her freed hand's force to slam open the poorly screwed-in door. The wind made it an easy task—too easy of a task, and she ended up toppling forwards, with Michael in hot pursuit, slamming into her back. The once opened door violently banged shut, vibrating the structure.
"Ouch!" he now exclaimed, landing directly beside her. Frazzled and disheveled, she tried to collect herself, but her train of thought seemingly stopped as soon as she stared at him. 
It was eight entire years ago that they had first met, and since then, she had learned to love and accept his clumsiness, and goody-two-shoe-ness. If someone were to ask her how they met, she could recite her answer seamlessly, because she cherished every detail. 
The season had been spring, during her walk around the literature fair. The air smelt of pear flower, and the villagers of Nagqu were bustling with spring delight, much different than their reserved winter personas.
That's when Beatrice had noticed Michael.
He was sitting contently at a lone table in the middle of the fairground, curls gently swaying through the wind, and the sun reflecting off of his dark skin. One leg had been elevated—his ankle on his knee, and he had been furiously scribbling on a piece of paper, miraculously not snapping the lead.
She stood, observing him for a while. He wore nothing fancy, and he didn't look as if he demanded attention. But somehow, as if he felt her curious gaze, he looked up, locking eyes with her. 
After moments of silent awkward eye contact, she confidently slapped her hands behind her back and began to take confident strides towards him, her mane of curls swinging in sync. 
For that entire day, the two had chatted about everything from books to philosophy. For the entirety of that week, they continued, only throwing in little personal conversations about themselves from time to time. And finally, for the entire remainder of the year, they seemed to just gravitate back toward each other, and a beautiful friendship began. 
Hence, their current situation. 
"Geez, I'm sorry! Here, allow me," Michael now panicked, realizing he had been an aiding factor in knocking Beatrice to the floor. In playful rebellion, she shot to her feet by herself, taking his hand in hers, in order to help him up.
"Don't worry. Actually... I sort of underestimated the laws of physics," she gently breathed out, momentarily glancing towards the door.  Stretching himself out, he followed her gaze, slightly smiling. 
This was what Michael adored about Beatrice. She never made him feel at fault, even when at times, things definitely were. She understood him—genuinely. Her ability to understand him was the most attractive, because his former friends never did.
The world had always seemed more wonderful to Michael when he was writing. Everything that once felt threatening felt inspiring, and anything that many found minuscule, he found deeper meaning in.
Actually, he considered himself blessed by the higher powers. At a young age, he had found his niche—his true passion, and not everyone could proudly say that. 
But to his former friends, he was simply a lame, delusional nobody who had no life plan. 
Michael had a plan alright. He knew this was his calling, and he knew this was truly what he wanted to do, and Beatrice respected that. 
"Cunning physics," he awkwardly choked out, a little nervous from their close proximity. Beatrice looked to be in deep contemplation, or maybe even... discomfort. 
She was currently fighting the temptation to snatch him and kiss him. Of course, she was aware that would be extremely unorthodox, but these feelings had been boiling inside her for the past two years. 
It plain confused her—no, baffled her. Did Michael plainly not take interest in her, or was he simply too afraid to act on his interests, in an attempt to preserve their friendship in case romance failed?
Or maybe... he was well aware, and just didn't possess the same level of feelings for her. 
Eyebrows faltering, Beatrice suddenly puts a distance between them, shuffling over to their small, stone oven. 
"Do you want bread? I can make bread. You... you liked the bread."
Her voice came out in an undeniably shifty waver.
"Yeah, I did. I'd love some! Only if you promise to put mango juice in it like last time though," Michael warmly grinned, rubbing his hands together. Not being able to fight the urge to smile back, Beatrice nodded. 
"Promise."
That night had flown by with the speed of an eagle on a mission, allowing morning to come around.
In all its bright glory, the sun clung boldly to the midst of the horizon, slowly beginning to rise above the distant rock-covered mountains that were silhouetted by the gloom of dusky atmosphere. 
These mountains stood nobly amongst the scattered expanses of grass fields, small houses, and strewn-about ditches of water columns that decorated the land like an unfinished puzzle. A fine shimmer cascaded along the ripples of water, a product of the gentle breeze and obnoxious sun.
Obnoxious to Beatrice, anyway.
It strained its illuminating rays through one of the largest cedar trees, disturbing Beatrice as she sat under it. The satisfying coolness of the morning-dew littered grass allowed her mind to be taken off of the slowly but surely rising temperature.
As she massaged it under the pads of her spread-out fingers, she let out a gruff hiss. 
Eerily unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. By Michael, of course—it wasn't like anyone had the nerve to venture through these ends.
He couldn't help himself, it was almost as if this had become a one-sided daily routine. She awakens from her enviable slumber, mutters a few curse words, and trudges out to sit amongst the elements, not bothering to change out of her white top and shorts.
He awakens out of his poor attempt at sleep, skips over to the window, and tries his best to read her lips through the dingy, aged glass. Beatrice had a tendency to prefer to privately mumble, and it intrigued him.
Michael had always found her to be this celestial being. Not only because of her beauty—but her aura. It was as if she was a lamp, and his unnameable feelings were the puny, yet impactful little moth.
Most moths tend to know exactly what they want, and they go for it head-on. But at what cost? Their eagerness delivers consequences.
Michael wasn't ready to possibly be blinded, or even scalded by Beatrice's light. He was truly terrified, and the devilish temptress known as his own eager conscience wouldn't change that.
Terrified of what exactly? That remained to be the rotten riddle.
There was always something warm about the sound of her muffled late-night whispering, and the sounds of her pencil flying across pages that now laid strewn about the floor. They laid nearly as forlorn as Michael's confidence, scattered about in odd patterns that realistically, equated to nothing. There was no deeper meaning in scattered pages—yet there was a deeper meaning in his scattered mind.
"Well," he breathed out to himself, and his breath created a thin film of condensation against the worn glass. Each fleck of brown within his irises glowed softly, the sunlight daintily creeping through the small opaque spaces of glass that somehow managed to withstand the sands of time.
The air of silence was interrupted by Michael's pointer finger as it slowly ran down the window, squeaking menacingly through the cooling condensation. At this point, he had become lost in his thoughts, and his prior questionably-creepy activity was far beyond his interest.
"Tulips wouldn't hurt a soul," he emptily declared to what seemed to be nothing, but he was truly directing it towards his weak-willed conscience. In his free hand that hung below his waist, his quivering fingers remained occupied around a beautifully formed bundle of pink tulips.
Their sickly tangy-sweet scent wafted through his nostrils, encasing his brain in the foul reminder that alas—he was currently being a coward. The act of giving a woman flowers seemed so easy in all of the books he had read, but when it came down to doing it... it felt intimidating.
"So you can confidently steal the tulips from a garden, but can't go through with presenting them—gosh, you're very brave, aren't you?" Michael grumbled, scrutinizing himself with furrowed brows. Before he could observe the new condensation form against the glass from his current statement, he pulled away, clearing his throat.
With slow steps and even slower breaths, his feet began the short yet psychologically long journey outside. The door had been accidentally yet expectedly left halfway open by Beatrice, which made his attempt to surprise her a little easier. Upon peaking out, he was met with the silhouette of the back of her head, left to marvel at how her curls grouped behind her like a lion's mane.
A pair of monarch butterflies zapped past his line of sight, and it caused him to jump, resulting in him letting out a surprised yelp.
With the precision of a blade, Beatrice's head sharply turned to the noise, and her once calm demeanor skyrocketed to one of panic as her eyes slowly landed on the tulips.
"Michael-"
"I uh—sorry. I... got you tulips?" he lamely chuckled out, his eyes seemingly darting around in embarrassment. The horrified look that plastered itself across Beatrice's face hadn't been helping the situation, either.
"But-"
"I know this is a little random, but yesterday was friendship day—that's an actual event, I didn't make it up, and pink tulips represent-"
"Michael, stop walking towards me, I'm allergic to flowers!" the petrified woman yelled brokenly, finally conquering his blabbering and getting a sentence out. Her mouth and nose were covered with her hand as she desperately tried not to laugh.
Abruptly, the tulips flew impressively through the air and landed smack into the nearby river. A bird that had been enjoying the water chirped in disturbance, and its wings desperately flapped to aid its escape.
As soon as the reverberation of the splash wore off, Beatrice broke out into uncontrollable laughter. Michael on the other hand–looked painfully worried.
"Why did you throw them? You know the old woman a few houses over loves tulips, what a waste," she tried to scold, but it was pretty hard to take her seriously between her snorty laughter. After she contained herself, she let out a gravelly huff, laying herself flat down on the grass.
The awkward man slowly began to chuckle as he continued walking towards her, his eyes filled with endless admiration. Between the way her melanin glowed and the way her hair splayed out like a halo, he couldn't pick which he adored more if you asked him.
Peaceful silence reclaimed its throne as a few minutes passed by. Squatted down beside her, Michael twiddled his thumbs, not knowing exactly what to say.
"So," Beatrice started, sporting a smirk.
"So?"
"You said we need more paper, the market opens in an hour. Plus... we need more food."
The sound of grass crinkling filled both of their eardrums as they moved to stand to their feet, and their backs cracked in company.
Michael, still focused on the embarrassing moment that occurred only moments ago—nodded.
This would definitely give him the creative inspiration he needed for his journaling sessions.
A/N: thank you for reading if you did! Hopefully...I'll pick this back up one day.
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vizthedatum · 10 months
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Menstruation day-3 and I’m struggling with energy. Physical and spiritual. Deciding between pushing myself and resting is not easy. Working when you’re still financially not where you want to be and knowing that if you fuck up, you could be unemployed again… is terrifying. I know I can get employment but I hate it. It’s not dumb of me to say that I wish I could be comfortable. I wish I were as successful as I dream of being. What does that look like? Figuring out boundaries to reduce and be aware of toxic attachment patterns is not easy. How many more people do I cut off when I realize I’m hurting myself? Or when they’re hurting me? Even if it’s not abuse? Knowing that you’re deeply and madly in love with someone (who can’t and won’t care) and feeling so protective that it’s almost primal… is not easy, especially when you’ve already told yourself that pursuing that connection is bad for you (it was) and that you deserve more (you do). And then feeling so upset that your ex/spouse screwed you over the way they did. Ugh - like babe, you helped me wake up but at what cost… and when will you fucking wake up? Coming to terms with your relationship anarchist way of being - and realizing omfg this is how I’ve been operating my whole life - is heartbreaking. I must protect my inner love and energy… because then I can love harder. And I am. And miraculously (not really - I’m actually letting myself be open to this) I’m getting all that love back to me. I deserve so much. I absolutely love the relationships I’m cultivating now - and I know I’m getting more insightful about it all day by day. I’m still in my head about what I have to offer - it would be so easy to start diminishing myself and my needs to do that. I want to just be in the flow - offer what I want, what I can, what feels right, work on connection and collaborative repair, and be. That’s how I want to be in all my relationships: work, home, everywhere.
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lugiepie · 2 years
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chimera logs meet the characters bc i feel like i need to explain just how screwed up everyone is in this au
1. colonel gary jasons
-always seems very bored or apathetic
-claus’ sole caretaker
-can speak to and understand the other chimeras but doesn’t like to talk to them because they are terrible
-used to work at the thunder tower before he was randomly transferred to the chimera lab and assigned to claus
-very good at hiding his true feelings when taking to people
-also just very sneaky in general
-things that he wants to happen just miraculously work out in his favor and he’s gotten good at noticing when and why
-takes the above to mean that he can just do whatever he wants and not have major consequences
-sometimes has these moments where he wakes up and has a flashback of his past that doesn’t correspond with what he thinks his past was like, thinks he’s going crazy
-really wants to quit his job and oh boy has he tried
-very wary of his coworkers and doesn’t take any of them seriously, can sorta tell something’s weird (like how they all have the same bad taste in music)
-is the only colonel in the entire pigmask army for right now and has zero clue as to why
-is 19 but thinks he’s like 25 or something because for some reason he doesn’t remember his age
-deborah was partially his idea, as he wanted someone else to have to watch over claus for a change, and as such he calls her his daughter
-not allowed to leave the lab for “legal reasons” but he does so anyway and usually takes claus because they’re both bored as hell
2. captain maxwell bates (or just captain max because he stresses to literally everyone that that’s what he’s called)
-strict 18 year old dingus who is the facilitator for a lot of bad business decisions on dr.andonuts’ part (he was the one who thought the horseantulas were a good idea)
-has worked at the chimera lab just as long as gary, but was instead transferred from the clayman factory just south of thunder tower
-likes to prank/bully gary because he too is very bored but he is incredibly bad at it
-claus hates him and he takes this incredibly personally
-really bad at math and dyslexic but for some reason is the best person on the entire nowhere islands at budgeting
-also really likes to nag gary about how much property damage he causes and has been keeping tabs on him for a good few months now
-hates all of the chimeras except deborah because she’s tiny (for now) and can’t break any of his bones (yet) and also tolerates claus because he has to and because he thinks claus is the most dangerous chimera
-obsessed with dcmc at an unhealthy level
-is around the lab less often than gary, and by that i mean he can actually leave without straight up breaking out or coming up with a convoluted reason to leave
3. claus (aka “kid” or “idiot”)
-only trusts gary and max since they’re the only people he’s ever met to not try to tranquilize him on sight
-sucks at psi and uses pk thunder (bee gay dunda) to wreak havoc when he’s EXTRA bored and 99% of the time he burns himself in the process
-has almost killed gary like four times now because he uses him as a punching bag/stress relief human
-is convinced gary is his biological dad, much to gary’s dismay
-is incredibly dumb and has zero social awareness, but is very nosy and likes to steal stuff whenever he can (especially from dr. andonuts)
-doesn’t speak except to gary, which even then is very rare and limited
-all of the other chimeras hate him because he won’t shut up and stop trying to talk to them
-chaos incarnate
-most mornings wakes up and forgets where he is
-likes to copy people because it makes them mad, or in his mind gets them to play with him (most people try chasing him or straight up slapping him)
-breaks his cybernetics at least twice every week
-wants to kill dr. andonuts SO BADDDDDDDDD
-throws forks at the wall when he isn’t passing time by causing chaos, annoying people, or blowing things up with his lighting hands
-zones out A LOT
-deborah is like his dog/big sister and conveniently can handle his absurd physical strength
4. dr. andonuts
-wants to die
-stuck in burnout
-knows way too much about what’s going on but is smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut
-except when claus is *not so subtly* spying on him while he’s calling king p
-hashtag oops
-“alright. what did you two do this time.”
-only able to get things done because of gary’s help, either by entertaining claus or finding things around the lab that he needs
-seems very focused on the past but not in a “back in the good old days” kinda way, more like a “i want to get the hell out of here” kinda way
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I need y’all to understand how much I hate sinus headaches.
They creep up on me, is the thing.  I’ll be sitting here doing my thing, and all of a sudden I start to just feel... slow.  Bogged down.  Like I’m thinking through treacle.  And I can’t figure out why.
“Why am I thinking so slow?” I’ll think to myself.
“Why can I not brain?”
“I feel so dumb right now.”
And then, like two to four hours later, it will slowly trickle through the treacle that wait, there’s actually a reason for the slow.  Sometimes it’s because it feels like someone has put a finger on my nose in booping position and is just slowly and inexorably pressing slightly downward and slightly inward.  Sometimes it’s realizing that it feels like I’ve been pinching the bridge of my nose, only I’m not (despite great provocation some days).  But more often, that comes later, after my brain finally works through the goop to reach, “Wait.  My head hurts.”
On days where I’m really with it, I go through the song and dance of, “OK, pain relief... Mucinex... drink more water...”
Miraculously, like an hour later, I feel way, way better. 
But more often than not, I’ll go, “Huh.  That’s a sinus headache.”
And then, like an hour later, I’ll think, “Ow.  I have a sinus headache.  I should do something about that.”
And then, like an hour after that, I’ll actually go and take something.
Because I feel like sinus headaches just... make me unable to brain.  And it’s so frustrating when I finally realize what I’ve done and am feeling better and I could have done this hours ago.
Eventually, when I’ve had enough days in a row where I’ve had sinus headaches, with all the attendant Dumb and Ow, I’ll hit the point where I realize it’s a sinus headache and then I just... melt the fuck down.  Like, in actual tears because I hate sinus headaches and I keep having sinus headaches and fuck everything, this sucks.  (Note that this moment of existential despair does not, in fact, mean that I’m smart enough to fucking take something for the headache.  Nope!  I will sit there and melt down and calm myself down, and then like an hour later... “Oh, right, I should take something.”)
This is, I must admit, usually when it finally occurs to me that I should, y’know, go to the doctor and get something stronger than OTC allergy/sinus meds.
Between Pollen and Storms, I have had sinus headaches almost every afternoon for the last two weeks.  I was smart enough to make a doctor’s appointment for later this week when I realized that on Sunday, I was fine until the first time I walked outside, but that doesn’t stop me being mad and frustrated and fuck this, AUGH.
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#personal#today i made smth really big#well big for me#while my dad was waiting at the pharmacy i went alone to buy some bread so it'd make us buy time#and i was so nervous i battled with myself about if i went or not before deciding to go and#while going i was still anxious but i was so proud of myself after#that's such a stupid thing right? like everyone does that and at my big age it still makes me anxious to do so#but that's how it is and that's why it's a big accomplishment for me and#basically that's just me telling you not to give up if you're battling with mental illness bc if you followed me on#my old blogs you prob know how much of a mess i was and that was only half of it showing online hahahfhshd#but today after taking meds for almost a year and working on myself i'm able to do so many stuff that i wouldn't even#have thought about before without literally crying for anxiety#and even tho i'm still not like the best a'd able to do everything like other people etc i'm so much better and i'm glad i#asked for help and didn't give up#okay idk why i said this story that must seem dumb but i'm thinking some people might be in the same situation as me and#i'm just like i want to give some hope to them? when we're in a bad place we don't think things will get better ever but they do#i didn't believe it back then so prob someone who read that will be like 'sure.....' but trust me#my life didn't miraculously became the best honestly there's some stuff that are still not good and i try not to think of the future tjfksh#but that's a slow process and today i think it's worth it#anyway......tjdjqhfh sorry i'm not good with words i feel this is kinda dumb but yeah i just wanted to say it 😭#also this blog is truly dead eh idk i don't feel like being here idk if it'll come back fjjs#i don't gif anymore either sooooo#if you miss me (😌🌸) i'm on twt @/etoileminho or my trade insta acc @/minyoohtrade bc these days i'm obsessed with my collection tjfkshfj#anyway should go to sleep bc i have an appointment tomorrow (jobs stuff kinda hmmm it'd be nice if i could get smth at home or idk 😭) and#then i'm gonna get my new phone i'm excited bc this one is DEAD truly but going through the process of reinstalling everything and stuff#already makes me tired jgjsfh
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Miraculous fic recomendations!!
This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!
All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.
Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).
After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.
the last day on earth by Reiaji
The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.
The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.
tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)
Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?
The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.
Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)
Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.
One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear
Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.
Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.
Chapters: 15/15
Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.
This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)
Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.
She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.
“Marinette.”
Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?
“What. The.”
This… would take some getting used to.
Chapters: 8/8
Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.
comfort food also by Reiaji!
In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.
The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)
Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette, fluff with light angst.
it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)
“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.
This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.
Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).
Chapters: 1/1
All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.
a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain
When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.
Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.
But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.
Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.
Chapters: 1/1
This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗
Supercut by LNC
Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.
Madame Snare by jettiebettie
“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”
“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.
“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.
“I could.”
Chapters: 1/1
Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.
in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)
"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."
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"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."
Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.
Chapters: 1/1
Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.
an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)
When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.
(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)
Chapters: 1/1
Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?
An Open Secret by Kasienda
Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.
He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.
Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.
He knew Ladybug’s name!
Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.
It wasn’t fair!
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A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.
Chapters: 4/4
Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.
golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)
Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.
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Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Chapters: 1 + epilogue
Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.
Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)
Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.
Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.
Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear
After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.
A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.
Chapters: 10/10
Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.
Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe
Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)
It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.
There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.
Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.
Chapters: 7/7
This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗
christmas lights by demistories
Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.
Chapters: 1/1
Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.
hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!
Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!
Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.
Chapters: 1/1
Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.
I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!
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IOTA Reviews: Hack-San
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You know, it's honestly amazing how creative this show can get. After four seasons and almost one hundred episodes, the writers are still finding new ways to make Adrien an incredibly unlikable character, and they don't even know how much of an asshole they're making him out to be at times. It's kind of like the opposite of The Producers.
Yeah, this review's going to be a little more ranty than usual, in case you can't tell.
Let's get into the fifteenth (chronologically the sixteenth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Hack-San
We start off with Marinette pretending to be sick so she doesn't have to go to visit her aunt in London and stay to protect Paris in case an Akuma attacks and also because the animators haven't had time to render the city of London yet for the next Miraculous World special. Like all of her other excuses, it fails, and Tikki, as always, fails to actually give any meaningful advice.
And it's not like there's a Miraculous with the power of teleportation that can help Marinette get back to Paris if she needs to, much like how she planned to do that in an earlier episode, right?
Seriously, Kaalki doesn't appear or isn't even mentioned in this episode because the writers are fully aware she would make things a lot easier.
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And of course, Astruc had to play dumb on Twitter while explaining why Marinette couldn't use the Horse Miraculous by answering the question as if the only reason Marinette couldn't grab it was because she didn't have an excuse not to.
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Cut to Gabriel in his lair as he contemplates akumatizing Markov, a robot created the civilian identity of Pegasus, Max Kante, once again, even though the last time he did so, he almost got killed when he went all HAL 9000 on his ass. Nooroo explains this to Duusu, and the two actually get excited at the prospect of their master getting killed.
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I mean, it's true, but he shouldn't say it...
But I don't even get why Gabriel is even thinking about this when it's a no-brainer. Markov's akumatized form, Robustus was to this day, the only Akuma to come close to physically harming him (not counting the timeline where he was killed by Cat Blanc), so it makes no sense to try doing it again, especially when there are already several other Akumas he can reuse this season.
I think you all know Gabriel isn't the smartest villain, which is why he thinks it's a brilliant idea to akumatize Markov again. I don't really get what makes Robustus so special when there are other Akumas who are more loyal and came far closer to getting Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous than Robustus did, like the Dark Owl or Troublemaker. In fact, why not simply create a new Akuma with similar powers to Robustus, or better yet, just create a Sentimonster copy of Robustus? You know, like what Nathalie did in the New York Special? We're not even two minutes in, and this premise is already filled with plotholes.
So Gabriel transforms into Shadowmoth and creates a Sentimonster using his own cane instead of relying on someone else having a bad day (once again showing how the Peacock Miraculous is better than the Butterfly), the titular Hack-San. And let's just say he has a very familiar design reminiscent of something from a much better French cartoon.
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Remember when the writers for Code Lyoko gave an in-universe explanation as to why the heroes couldn’t always rely on the almost literal Deus ex Machina that allowed them to return to the past and fix the damage XANA caused? Why couldn’t this show have ripped that off instead?
Hack-San is just an okay looking flash drive on its own, but I'll talk more about this guy in a little bit.
After a brief scene in the park where the audience is reminded that Markov is a character who exists, Alya gets a text from Marinette telling her to meet her at the train station. Right before she leaves, Marinette gives the Ladybug Miraculous to Alya. Now a lot people have said that Alya doesn't really deserve the Ladybug for various reasons, but I feel like this was the point. Marinette outright says this was a last resort, and we see both her and Alya are nervous about the situation. Marinette worries Alya will do something so she keeps sending multiple tips to her via text while Alya worries she can't fight an Akuma on her own, so she tries to make sure none of her friends get upset and attract an Akuma in the process. The writers do a pretty good job showing how both Marinette and Alya are uncomfortable with their temporary roles.
Back to Gabriel and Nathalie, they use Hack-San to find Markov through the internet and hack into him to get him angry enough that he's vulnerable to Shadowmoth's influence. Hey, uh... Gabriel? Quick question: Wouldn't it be more efficient if you used this on humans? I mean, you basically just created Skynet and guaranteed yourself an Akuma, so why not modify Hack-San to travel through the internet and brainwash potential victims to follow your orders? Better yet, why don't you just use Hack-San to hack into Ladybug and Cat Noir's gear and figure out who they really are? This is basically like using an advanced particle accelerator just to crack a couple walnuts. There are a lot more important things you could use this for instead of an incredibly specific situation.
So this incredibly stupid plan gets under way as Markov keeps rampaging through the streets before Shadowmoth akumatizes him and then stupidly tells him that he infected him with a virus.
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DUDE! You just gave away your one piece of leverage against him! What the hell were you thinking?! Now what's stopping Markov from hacking into Shadowmoth's security system and putting the fear of God in his eyes unless he destroys Hack-San? Why didn't he design Hack-San so it could make Markov completely loyal to him instead of just making him angry enough to get akumatized?
There was a recent episode of Power Rangers: Dino Fury with a very similar premise that was done far better than this. A necromancer called Reaghoul breaks into the headquarters of Void Knight's faction while accompanied by Lord Zedd, a villain from the original Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers who was cleansed of his evil by Zordon's sacrifice before Reaghoul resurrected him back when he was still evil. Of course, being the Emperor of Evil, Lord Zedd would normally never take orders from anyone, but because he doesn't have his magic staff and is also being forced to wear a special collar that makes him loyal to Reaghoul, he has no choice but to do what he says. Instead of taking Zedd head-on after he captures the other Rangers, Ollie, the Blue Ranger, breaks the collar so Zedd turns against the other Sporix while Reaghoul retreats, allowing Ollie to save the other Rangers.
I think that this premise works more because 1) Reaghoul clearly had a way to make sure Zedd wouldn't betray him, and Ollie took advantage of that, and 2) Zedd is a villain who is powerful and notorious enough to bring back to your side, not a random monster of the week like Robostus.
So Robostus uses his new powers to brainwash any human who answers his call to give up their most precious possession, clearly meant to do the same with Ladybug and Cat Noir. When Marinette's parents answer the call, they chase after Marinette because they say she's their most important possession. Okay... kind of strange for a set of parents to call their child a possession, but maybe they like how they can claim Marinette as a dependent when they file their taxes. In her very next scene later on, she still gets captured, so the suspense for a potential subplot is killed almost immediately.
Alya thankfully isn't stupid enough to answer Markov's call like every other citizen in this episode, and using the Ladybug Miraculous, transforms into Scarabella. While I don't normally talk about transformation sequences, I really like the movements Alya makes here. She makes the same motions creating her mask as she does when transforming into Rena Rouge, while the rest of the suit forms similarly to the way it does when Marinette transforms into Ladybug. She even makes almost the same pose Ladybug does after she finishes transforming. It's a good visual showing Alya is still more used to being Rena Rouge while doing her best to emulate what Ladybug does.
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As for the actual suit? It's hard to say. There's a nice balance of red and black, and I like how Alya places the yo-yo on her waist like a belt buckle, but there's just something... off about the suit that a lot of fans don't like about it, and I think I realized it. It's the headband. With how it's positioned, it looks like it's merged with the mask to cover her head while leaving a slight gap in her forehead. So yeah, we actually have a superhero design that's like of like a butterface.
So Scarabella takes to the rooftops of Paris and struggles to come up with a hero name for herself before she runs into Cat Noir, and... ugh... oh boy, this is dumb. Cat Noir, being just as intelligent as his father, assumes Scarabella is either and Akuma or a Sentimonster, starts fighting her, AND THEN ACTIVATES HIS CATACLYSM, CLEARLY TRYING TO KILL HER.
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WHAT. THE. FUCK???
Okay, to be fair, it has been shown that Cataclysm won't necessarily kill a Miraculous user or Sentimonster. In the episode “Miraculer”, the titular Akuma stole Cat Noir's Cataclysm and used it against him, and while it didn't kill Cat Noir, it still hurt like hell and crippled him for the rest of the fight until Miraculous Ladybug healed him. We also saw in “Reflekdoll” that Cataclysm drove the titular Sentimonster out of control rather than simply destroying it. So yes, it could be interpreted that Cat Noir wasn't exactly trying to kill Scarabella, just incapacitate her the best he can without Ladybug's help.
Here's the thing: What if he was facing an Akuma instead and decided to try and Cataclysm her? He still could have killed her, or (assuming Akumas have the same protection as Miraculous heroes do) at best, seriously hurt her. I understand that he has the right to be upset at seeing some stranger instead of his partner considering Shadowmoth has a history of using evil doppelgangers, and both Marinette and Alya still had options to explain it to him (Marinette could have quickly transformed into Ladybug and sent Cat Noir a quick text saying she was being forced to leave town for a few days and temporarily trusted someone else with the Ladybug Miraculous until she got back, while Scarabella could have said she was Rena Rouge and explained the same thing while showing Cat Noir she had the Fox Miraculous to prove herself), but that doesn't even come close to justifying him attempting to harm someone who isn't even trying to fight. It's even worse when you remember the whole reason Adrien gave up his Miraculous and bailed on Ladybug in the New York Special was because he was overcome with grief from accidentally killing Aeon, so it's good to know he learned absolutely nothing from that experience.
So Scarabella thankfully summons her Lucky Charm, a trash can lid, to shield herself from Cat Noir's Cataclysm, and then despite having absolutely no experience with this new set of powers, manages to do the one thing almost every Akuma or Sentimonster in this show has failed to do and incapacitates Cat Noir so he's vulnerable to losing his Miraculous. At least when Marinette masters every other Miraculous she uses, it can be theorized that she trained to use them offscreen. Alya literally just got the Ladybug Miraculous (and struggled to get up to the rooftop with her yo-yo to show her inexperience earlier), and now she easily manages to pin down the more experienced hero of the two?
Here's an idea: Instead of having Scarabella overpower Cat Noir, have her be in a position where Cat Noir, non-lethally, mind you, manages to almost take her Miraculous away, but she uses the quick wit she's developed from her extensive time as Rena Rouge to convince Cat Noir she's the real deal by saying something only he and Ladybug know. It would have easily resolved the conflict and doesn't make one of the characters look like a homicidal idiot.
So because both heroes used their powers, Scarabella and Cat Noir detransform so Tikki and Plagg can recharge, though Adrien still gives Alya attitude because Ladybug didn't tell him she had to leave.
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Hey, Adrien? Here's the thing...
YOU DID THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING IN THE NEW YORK SPECIAL, YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS!
You have absolutely NO RIGHT to claim you're always honest when you went behind Ladybug's back and endangered Paris while you had the balls to run away like a coward and only helped fix the consequences of your actions once your ego was validated by a recording of Ladybug. It's honestly even worse because while Marinette had no choice but to leave and trust Alya with the Ladybug, Adrien willingly left Paris alone and we were supposed to sympathize with him after he killed someone, and now as soon as he's in the opposite situation, we're still supposed to feel bad for him?! BULLSHIT! And you better believe I'm going to talk about the way Adrien views his partnership with Ladybug later on.
And of course, even though lives are on the line, Cat Noir just has to continue to bitch and moan about how (and this is best read in Linkara's whiny Superboy Prime voice) “sCaRaBeLlA iSn'T tHe ReAl LaDyBuG”, showing how just like in so many episodes, Astruc and his team believes Cat Noir's feelings are more important than saving the day.
Scarabella goes to rescue some civilians, but they were actually brainwashed by Robustus, once again showing her inexperience as Ladybug which doesn't go well with her effortlessly defeating Cat Noir earlier at all. Cat Noir helps Scarabella escape and the two hide out at the city's wax statue museum previously featured in “The Puppeteer 2”, because I guess the writers only want to reference bad episodes today. Cat Noir, not getting the importance of secret identities, asks Scarabella how she knows Ladybug, and Cat Noir somehow finds out she knows Ladybug's identity from her response.
Before the two can talk more, it turns out that the wax statues of celebrities in the museum are real people who attack the two heroes, leading to an awkward fight scene where Scarabella and Cat Noir fight a bunch of brainwashed civilians with no weapons beyond their cellphones. Our heroes, ladies and gentlemen!
Scarabella summons her Lucky Charm again, creating a frying pan, but when she looks around, she can't see how to properly use it. And despite spending the entire episode complaining about how much he hates her, it's Cat Noir that tells Scarabella to get her head back in the game because “That's what Ladybug would do”. Funny, I can think of a few situations where Cat Noir could have taken his own advice, but I digress. Also, he's now just cool with Scarabella because there's only a few minutes left in the episode and we need to wrap up the conflict.
Scarabella figures out an idea that involves freeing Marinette, so she negotiates with Robostus to free everything and everyone under his control or else Cat Noir will use his Cataclysm to destroy the Ladybug Miraculous. Robostus agrees and empties his hard drive, and to show them holding up her end of the bargain, Scarabella gives him the frying pan before she and Cat Noir let themselves be captured... while Marinette simply hits Robostus with the frying pan, freeing the Akuma and the two heroes. All in all, it's a really creative climax that shows both Scarabella and Marinette in perfect sync with each other even though they never discussed their plan. Though of course, because Astruc hates writing any scene with Ladynoir, Cat Noir gets a bucket stuck on his head so he doesn't see Marinette saving the day.
Scarabella de-evilizes Robostus, uses Miraculous Scarabella to fix everything and send Marinette back to the train, and because Hack-San already failed once, Shadowmoth can't use it for a different plan so he destroys the Sentimonster.
We cut to a few days after the trip (I guess Shadowmoth decided to take a vacation himself), and Alya tells Marinette to talk with Cat Noir about what happened.
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This scene was so close to ending this episode off on a positive note. There was a good atmosphere and the body language of Ladybug and Cat Noir does a good job at telling us how uncomfortable they both feel while talking. It's just that instead of getting a heart to heart between the two about the lack of trust in their relationship, we get an Angstdrien Depreste scene. Or would a more accurate term be Cat Dour?
First off, while I don't have a problem with Ladybug apologizing for not telling Cat Noir, the episode never has him bring up what happened with Scarabella. As usual, both of them were partially at fault, but only Ladybug had to apologize for leaving her “Kitty” alone.
Second, Cat Noir’s feelings weren’t hurt? You’re telling me that in scenes like this...
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Didn’t show Adrien acting irrationally because of how emotional he was? Is he really telling the truth around Ladybug or is he just trying to sweep that under the rug so Scarabella’s testimony doesn’t screw up his chances with Ladybug?
Third, this was an obvious chance to Cat Noir to finally be honest and tell Ladybug how he feels about her leaving him in the dark about so many things, but the entire conversation is just about how sad he would be if he never sees Ladybug again. Even though the whole reason he was so pissy to Scarabella at first was because of some lingering resentment for Ladybug ignoring him in favor of other heroes, why is this what the two talk about? I get it's not the season finale, but it's kind of hypocritical for Cat Noir to whine about how Ladybug doesn't trust him while never being honest about his own feelings? Sure, he's all soft and vulnerable around Ladybug, but we've seen all season how angry he gets about her not trusting him whenever she isn't around, so ironically, it's hard to tell if this is him being honest or not.
And I think now's a good time to finally talk about the way Ladybug and Cat Noir's partnership has been portrayed all season, especially since the main themes of the episodes relate to it. Buckle up, Adrien stans, because this isn't going to be pretty.
All season, we have been supposed to sympathize with Adrien as Marinette starts to trust Alya with more things than him. Marinette revealed her identity to her, trusted her to have her Miraculous permanently, and even let her keep her Miraculous even though someone else knew her identity. While some of it is hypocritical, the idea is that Adrien feels like he can be trusted with this kind of knowledge too, when really, he hasn't earned that responsibility.
Adrien has rarely, if ever, taken his job as a superhero seriously.
Not only is he known to flirt with Ladybug in the middle of a fight, he has defied her orders and recklessly sacrificed himself because he thinks Ladybug can do all the work without him.
He has also lashed out emotionally and once threatened to quit being Cat Noir in the middle of a crisis and was willing to let innocent people suffer for personal reasons, and later on actually quit being Cat Noir temporarily while Hawkmoth was about to start World War III because he was wallowing in self-pity.
He once said he isn't cut out for the responsibility that comes with being Ladybug and never learned anything from temporarily using the Ladybug Miraculous.
He has generally refused to respect Ladybug's boundaries and doesn't understand that she doesn't like him that way while he insists they should be a couple.
He outright fell for an evil doppelganger of Ladybug because she said she loved him and turned against the real Ladybug.
And I should also mention that despite hating how Ladybug keeps secrets from him, a lot of Adrien's worst moments have been when Ladybug wasn't around and he never told her about them.
He never told Ladybug that he was the reason Copycat really got akumatized while saying he never lies to her.
He never told Ladybug he contemplated letting thousands of people die because he didn't like not knowing stuff Ladybug knew.
He never told Ladybug he briefly used the Snake Miraculous to get brownie points with her.
He never told Ladybug he figured out her identity and asked her out as soon as he did so.
He never told Ladybug he abandoned Paris to go on a field trip.
He never told Ladybug he was screwing around on patrol and was excited to see someone get akuamtized if it meant spending time with her.
He never told Ladybug how he ignored Rena Rouge's orders because “ShE wAsN't LaDyBuG” and almost screwed up the mission because of it, and also never told her how he smashed a chimney in anger at Rena Rouge being in on the plan.
And he never told Ladybug he gave her replacement attitude after trying to harm her without letting her explain herself.
Why exactly should I support the idea of Ladybug trusting Cat Noir more when Cat Noir himself has kept his own secrets from Ladybug?
Adrien has done absolutely nothing to show he is trustworthy because more often than not, he views the battle with Shadowmoth as a game. He has screwed around when lives were on the line, and we're supposed to see him as responsible? It's kind of funny that Astruc compared Ladybug to Spider-Man, yet he seems to have forgotten that with great power, there must also come great responsibility. If this was a character flaw or a sign he needed to grow up, I'd be more accepting, but the fact that the writers think Adrien is a great superhero is laughable with how much evidence has proved the contrary.
In contrast, Alya, despite only being Marinette's confidant for a few episodes, has shown to take being a hero more seriously. She's helped her escape to transform, analyze the Guardian texts, and has been shown to work well on her own as Rena Rouge while helping out Marinette. I'm not trying to say she's an amazing character (“Rocketear” in particular has shown she still has problems with keeping secrets), but compared to Adrien, she seems to be more capable of handling top-secret information with Marinette, and more importantly, doesn't view being Rena Rouge as a way to have fun like Adrien does being Cat Noir. I'll go more into detail with that next time.
But yeah, this scene is how the episode ends, and what did I think of it?
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I'm honestly not sure which episode I think is worse, this one or “Queen Banana”. On the one hand, every frame of “Queen Banana” could easily be replaced by an image of Astruc flipping the bird and the overall message of the episode would remain unchanged, but the fact that all of the writers think that everything Adrien does in this episode is okay and that we should feel sorry for him in this episode is just as bad, if not worse. 
As awful as Chloe was portrayed in “Queen Banana”, it was clear it was intentional on the writers' part, but Adrien doesn't get that excuse once much like he has all season. As far as Astruc's team thinks, Adrien is an incredible superhero even when he honestly attempted to harm someone with a superpower that can cause grievous harm at best. Yet again this season, in the show's attempt to make me feel sorry for Adrien, it made him look even worse. In any other show, he would obviously be called out for his incredibly unheroic actions.
Even putting him aside, the writing in this episode is still AWFUL. The whole reason Ladybug was benched had several plotholes and poor communication with Cat Noir that only made the fight with Robostus even harder, Shadowmoth's plan to waste a potentially useful Sentimonster to reuse a single Akuma was one of the dumbest plans he's ever had, and barring the ending, the action was just forgettable.
There were a few okay moments sprinkled throughout the episode (more than I can say for “Queen Banana”), so I'm still not sure if I should call this the worst episode of the show or still give that honor to “Queen Banana”. I guess I'll leave that choice up to you and let you pick your poison for now.
I mean, it's not like there's going to be an even worse episode down the line this season, right?
RIGHT???
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mochegato · 3 years
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Truth Be Told
This night was not turning out how she had thought it would turn out… Actually, up until a few minutes ago, it wasn’t much different from how she thought it would go.  She hadn’t been holding out much hope for the guy Rose had set her up with.  They did not have similar vetting styles or criteria.  So despite Rose’s most heartfelt hopes, the date with an overly sugary prick, oozing with fake charm and inauthentic compliments, was a complete flop and yet completely expected. 
While that man was annoying, he was not the cause of her current frustration.  No the current frustration was the man that had attempted to grab her as she walked home, her stilettos in her hand, because truthfully, she’d rather risk the dirty sidewalks of Gotham than the pain and blisters wearing those for another twelve blocks would cause.
She’d kept an eye on the man for the last block as he followed her, getting slowly closer and closer in a vain attempt not to alert her.  Joke was on him, she was always on alert.  But she wasn’t positive he was actually a threat.  Lots of people in Gotham were creepy, it didn’t mean they were a threat. 
When he finally grabbed her arm, she twisted immediately hitting him in the face with one of the stilettos.  He screamed in pain, bringing his hand up to his face.  She took advantage of his momentarily distraction to run.  She was confident in her fighting abilities, but there was always a chance for him to get a lucky hit in and a fight avoided if possible was safer than a fight engaged… or something like that.
He took advantage of his greater size and lunged at her before she could get out of his range.  He jerked her back with such strength and force, she couldn’t stop him or brace herself.  She fell as he pulled, dropping her shoes as she did.  He angrily swung for her head as she laid on the ground.  She rolled out of the way just in time and heard the crunch as his fist connected with the concrete.
She took a breath and stood up, moving behind him to punch him hard in his kidney.  He crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.  She took advantage of his position to knee him in the face, breaking his nose.  He groaned in pain and cradled his nose.  Marinette paused for just a second to take a breath before running again.  The ogre moved quicker than she had expected and grabbed her arm with his good hand, yanking her to him.  She used the momentum to drive her palm into his chin.  He staggered back a few steps, giving her enough room to kick him in the chest.  He fell back against the building next to them, hitting his head on the bricks with a sickening smack and slid down the wall, crumpling into a pile at the bottom.
Marinette edged closer to him to see if he was still alive, tensing as she got closer, ready to bolt if he so much as twitched.  She breathed a sigh of relief feeling a strong pulse and let herself relax for a moment.  Her whole body immediately tensed again as she heard a sound of something dropping behind her.  She slowly turned around to see a figure with a red bat across his broad chest a few feet away from her.  Her body relaxed minutely at the sight.  He was one of the bats.  One of the more violent ones, if she remembered correctly, but only against people who hurt kids.
She watched nervously as Red Hood sauntered slowly up to her.  He stopped a few feet away from her, looming threateningly over her.  He stared at her silently for a few moments, or at least she assumed that’s what he was doing.  It was rather hard to make out where exactly he was looking with his mask on.  She just barely stopped herself from jumping when he lifted his hand out to her, holding her shoes.  She looked at them dumbly for a few seconds before finally taking them with a quiet “Thanks.”
He didn’t react, or maybe he did, she just couldn’t see it under the mask, which was doing nothing to calm her.  Finally after she’d gotten her shoes back on he decided to break the silent, looming, threatening presence aura.  “That was amazing,” he gushed out.
Her eyes widened at the comment and snapped up to the mask’s eyes.  Of all the things she had been anticipating, that was not one of them.  “Uh… Thanks,” she answered uncertainly.  She studied him for a moment and realized he hadn’t been sauntering earlier, he had been staggering and now he was swaying as he stood turned.  “Are you… um… are you okay?  You’re kind of…” she motioned to his body.
Red Hood tore his eyes away from her eyes, with great force of will to examine his body for what she meant.  He stumbled as he tried to check himself for injuries.  He was fine.  He hadn’t even been involved in this fight and Scarecrow’s goons hadn’t landed almost any of their hits.  He was perfectly fine.  He looked back up to meet her eyes again and cocked his head to the side for a moment.  Her eyes were blue but he couldn’t quite tell the shade with his mask on.  The filters in the mask were making them appear slightly different than they really were and he needed to see her eyes properly.
Marinette failed to stop herself from jumping slightly when his hands moved lightning quick to remove his helmet to see her better.  Marinette gasped at his freshly exposed face.  “Should you be doing th…”
“Wow… you’re fucking hot,” he grinned.  He had definitely made the right decision removing the helmet.  He could see her much better without it. He could now make out the rosy hue on her cheeks at his comment and the exact bluebell shade of her eyes.  He had been right.  She was even more gorgeous without the filter.
“Um… thanks,” she gave him a nervous smile.  What the fuck was happening right now?  “So are you.”
“I am,” he nodded in agreement.  “But you’re hotter.  I’m Jason.”  He reached his hand out to shake hers.
Marinette drew in a breath and clenched her lips closed.  Her eyes turned concerned.  “Oh, you definitely shouldn’t be doing that,” she tried to lightly chastise him, but he was looking at her with such an earnest, hopeful expression she couldn’t help but smile at him and take his hand.  “Hi.”
“Hi,” Jason… should she call him Jason or Red Hood.  She really shouldn’t know his name… but she did so… Jason said again breathlessly.
“Hi,” Nightwing added loudly from behind Jason, breaking their moment.  Marinette yanked her hand back and looked back and forth between the two.
Jason groaned loudly and shook his head.  He looked up to the sky for a moment, but quickly returned his focus to Marinette.  “Oh fuck off, Dickhead.  I’m working here.”
“So the body is yours?” Nightwing prodded.
“No,” Jason grinned proudly at her.  “It’s hers.”
Marinette gave Jason a panicked look before switching to look at Nightwing again.  “He attacked me and I stopped him.  He’s still alive.  I checked.”
“Yes you did,” Jason confirmed delightedly.
Nighwing tapped his ear piece and knelt next to the body, examining it.  “Oracle, can you send police to my location, please?  We have an unconscious body.  Looks like he’ll need a medic too.”  He nodded at whatever was said in his earpiece and took a beat to collect himself before walking up to them slowly, watching them analytically as if trying to assess the situation.  “You okay, ma’am?”  He asked with a guarded tone.  Marinette looked over to Jason who rolled his eyes at her and looked away in annoyance at Nightwing’s interruption.  Marinette looked back to Nightwing and nodded slowly.
“Glad to hear it.  Sorry about Hood,” he grinned charmingly at Marinette in a manner she was sure was supposed to lull her into a sense of calm and trust, but after an entire dinner of smarmy smiles, Nightwing’s grated on her instead.  Jason’s earnest smile however… that was something else. 
Despite Jason’s previous insult, Nighwing continued walking closer until he was close enough to throw his arm over Jason’s shoulder.  “Scarecrow had a particularly potent drug and Red Hood got hit with it a few times.  So Hood could have been saying absolutely any crazy thing.  I’m honestly surprised he can even walk right now.”
Marinette caught on quickly.  This was Nightwing’s way of mediating potential security breaches, in case Jason had done anything that could compromise his and their identities, like removing his helmet and telling her his name.  Marinette could sympathize with the attempt after her years of trying to manage the miraculous identities secret, but he’d come with his fake smile and fake concern and she was done with fake people today.  So, mess with him it was.  “So I shouldn’t have taken him saying I was cute seriously?” she asked innocently.
Nightwing paused for just a second.  If Marinette hadn’t been watching, she would have missed it.  “No!  No,” he stuttered.  “I mean, it doesn’t STOP him from saying true things.  And that certainly is true.  It just…”
Jason finally tore his intense gaze away from Marinette to whirl on Dick and shove him away, which was actually quite lucky for Jason, as the shoving motion is the only thing that countered his momentum and kept him from falling.  “Stop hitting on the woman I’m hitting on,” he hissed at Nightwing.  Nightwing gasped at seeing Jason’s naked face, not even a domino mask to hide his identity.
Jason twirled back toward her, but overcorrected and turned past her.  He had to slowly turn back until he faced her and pointed his finger at her accusatorily.  “And I didn’t say you were cute.  I said you were fucking hot and you are.” He smiled proudly at his statement.
Marinette giggled both at Jason’s bluntness and the horror on Nightwing’s face.  She raised her hands in surrender, letting Jason take the win.  He nodded smugly at her acquiescence. 
“Okay Romeo, let’s get you home,” Nightwing said, clapping Jason on the back and not so subtly pushing him past Marinette and down the sidewalk, or at least attempting to. 
Jason swayed back toward Marinette, raising his arm to balance himself just high enough that it landed perfectly on Nightwing’s shoulder in a way that would have been considered smooth if it had been in anyway intentional rather than sheer dumb luck.  “Dickweed, if you stop me from getting her number I’m going to fill all of your uniforms with itching powder,” Jason growled threateningly.  He leaned in closer to Nightwing until their faces were a few inches apart.  “ALL OF THEM.  If she’s willing to give me her number, I’m going to take it.”
“And what good would her number do Red Hood?” Nightwing gritted out pointedly.
Jason blinked and pulled his head back clumsily.  “Don’t know.  But it’ll do Jason Todd a lot of fucking good.”  He smiled roguishly at Marinette.  “And if I’m extremely lucky, maybe eventually, some good fucking too.” 
Marinette sputtered at him completely exposing his identity and his honest admission of his intentions, her mouth dropped.  Nightwing groaned.
Jason moved closer to her, trying to keep his steps measured and graceful.  It didn’t really work, but it reduced the stumbling.  “I never did catch your name, Helen might come close but couldn’t match.”
She blinked a few times to catch up with the rapid change in tone and quirked her head to the side.  “Helen?”
He nodded slowly at her, his eyes still focused solely on her.  “Of Troy.  Face that launched a thousand ships.  Surely yours could launch a million.”  His voice was reverent and his smile had softened becoming affectionate rather than roguish.
“Oh my God," she giggled, an incredulous smile settling on her face.  "Is he like this when sober?”
“Not with me,” Nightwing said rolling his eyes, or at least she thought that’s what he was doing under the domino mask.  His entire head rolled as he did it.  “But he is usually pretty blunt,” he acknowledged.  “But with the serum added in…”  He trailed off, letting her fill in the gaps.  Nightwing looked back over at Marinette appraisingly.  “Look…”
“Marinette,” she supplied.
“Marinette…” Jason repeated.  He let the name linger on his tongue.  “That’s a beautiful name.  Epic poems could be written about that name and that smile.”
Her cheeks reddened and she had to look away from the intensity of Jason’s stare.  She shook her head and coughed to try to calm her heart.  She raised an eyebrow at Nightwing.  “So I take it that it was a truth serum?”  The deep sigh Nightwing let out was confirmation enough for Marinette.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that you are sexy as fuck,” Jason interrupted her.
Marinette, whose mouth had been open to continue her thought, snapped it shut with an audible clap and turned bright red.
Nightwing choked and tried to cough to cover it.  “Jesus, Jason.  Take it down a notch or ten.”
Jason shrugged at him, smiling proudly at Marinette’s expression.  “Equal and opposite flirting rule.”
“Excuse me?” Marinette interrupted.  Because that sounded like he was flirting to the same level she was and she had definitely NOT been flirting at that level or at all.  Damn, she needed to up her flirting game.  She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut quickly.  Now was not the time.  He was drugged out of his mind.  She was not going to hit on someone who was buzzed beyond belief.
“The level of flirting exhibited shall match the level of awesomeness of the subject of the flirting,” Jason explained calmly, still smiling his soft smile at her.  And honestly, if he kept that up, she was going to rescind her stance on flirting back at him.
Marinette stared at him for a few seconds “Uhhh,” she started, internally groaning at her very intelligent response.  Eloquent conversation?  Nailed it.  Very deserving of the ‘awesome’ title.
She blinked a few times and turned to Nightwing.  “I understand the value of a secret identity.  I assume you won’t take my word on it, but perhaps you could take a fellow hero’s word?”  Nightwing raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her.  “You’re part of the Justice League, right?  You can check with Ladybug.  She’ll vouch for me.”
“Ooohhh,” Jason suddenly let out, moving in between her and Nightwing.  “Ladybug!  She’s fucking hot too and so amazing.  Almost as much as you.  You fight like that without a magic suit to help.  That’s so impressive.”  Marinette could feel her cheeks grow even redder.  If this kept up, her face was going to be as red as her mask, and there would be no hiding her identity.  “You’re friends with her?” Jason continued, oblivious to her inner turmoil.  “Batman won’t let me meet her.  Are all your friends as hot and amazing as you?” 
“I’ll check with her the next time I see her,” Nightwing confirmed over Jason, putting his arm around his waist again to guide him down the street.
Marinette nodded at him.  “It was nice meeting you two.”
“Wait,” Jason lunged out of Nightwing’s arm toward her, nearly knocking her down.  “I didn’t get your number.”
Marinette looked to Nightwing.  “Uh… I don’t think your… teammate wants me to do that.”
“Ignore that happiness killing asshole.  Dick has always been like that.  Besides, we’ll need your number to keep an eye on you, right?  I volunteer,” he grinned brightly.
Marinette opened her mouth and shut it again.  She determinedly refused to look at Nightwing, Dick apparently, and focused on Jason, fixing him with a pointed stare.  “If I give you my number, will you stop giving me personal secrets?  Yours and your other partners’?”
“My brothers?”  Marinette’s eyes snapped to Nightwing’s this time.
Nightwing slapped himself on the forehead.  “Little Wing…” he groaned.
“Yes your brothers’.  And go home and sleep this off?” she continued.
“Yes I will.  Although I’d sleep better if I knew you were there too, watching over me,” he added earnestly.
“No, you wouldn’t.”  She pulled out a sheet of paper to write it on but he shoved his phone in her hands instead. 
“Just put it directly in here,” he offered instead.
She closed her eyes and sighed.  She looked over to Nightwing for guidance, but he shrugged at her, defeat clear in his slumped shoulders.
“I definitely would,” he countered her.  He turned toward Nightwing.  “You should have seen her take out that thug when he tried to grab her.  She was amazing,” he sighed out dreamily.  “She knocked his ass out.  Hey!” he perked up as if suddenly realizing something.  “She’s a knock out who knocked his ass out!”  He turned back toward her and leaned on Nightwing in a daze.  “I think I’m in love.”
“I am so sorry about him,” Nightwing looked at her pleadingly.
Marinette waved him off and put her name and number in Jason’s phone.  “Truthfully?  Significantly more honest, respectful, and romantic than the date I had tonight or in the past… while, so… Have him give me a call tomorrow if he still feels the same.”
“Oh I will,” Jason grinned at her, taking his phone back and laughing at the (Helen) she’d put next to her name.  “It was nice meeting you Marinette.  It was the highlight of my week.”
Marinette grinned and pushed up to kiss him on his cheek.  “Mine too.  Now put on your helmet before you out yourself to anyone else.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jason nodded.  He put his helmet on as she walked away, but rubbed the area of his helmet over his cheek where she had kissed him, a goofy smile on his face.  He would definitely call her in the morning.  He would make sure he remembered.  He wasn’t stupid enough to let someone like her get away.
Continued in Well, Well, Well, If It Isn’t the Consequences of My Actions
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barzzal · 3 years
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there is something soooo sexy when you’re in the middle of taking off your tight satin dress that you wore to your girls night out and Sid is just leaning againt the doorframe and looking with so much love and lust for his breathtaking girl - your face glowing after wiping off any makeup, and the fabric of your dress just rests on your curves, ready to be take down completely ... BY HIM so the next thing you knew is him pining you up against the wall, your one leg on his shoulder and his mouth on your little sweetness🍒
warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, sexual and suggestive themes, fem receiving, implied bathroom sex, this is light btw but lengthy for a blurb (1.2k words) <3
The same calloused fingers that’s held every curve of your body took solitude around the warmth exuding off a fresh cup of coffee.
It was quarter till midnight when you pulled over the driveway, spending the rest of the night dropping the girls at their respective apartments. Sure, you had your fair share of night outs and clubbing's back in the day, but going home never appealed to you the same way it did until you met Sidney.
The man wasn’t a total dud per se, in fact, he was far from being one.
To say the least, Sid was more of a homebody. He was either out for morning practice and afternoon meetings for his ever demanding job. When he’s free, he’d either spend his time in his home gym, or catch up with Nate and the other guys over golf. Other than that, Sidney was warm. He felt like home. And even though you still didn’t want to admit it to yourself, after spending almost a year with him, he eventually and inevitably became one.
“Isn’t it a little late to be drinking coffee?” you ask, pulling one of your drawers to start removing your makeup, devoid of the fact that Sidney’s gaze has never left your trance ever since you walked into the house.
“I was waiting for you to come home.” he simply answers, taking another sip of it. He rests his head on the doorframe as he admires you from afar; your face illuminated by the vanity and the line of your back accentuating how your silk dress flowed just above your thighs.
As you succeed wiping off your eyeshadow, you catch Sid’s gaze through the mirror, puzzled as to why he was standing at the door, “Why are you all the way over there?” you ask - turning in your seat to face him.
“Come sit with me, baby.” you gently call, tapping onto the velvet surface of the ottoman linear to your chair.
Without much thought, a small smile creeps into his lips as he walks over to you. Immediately, you feel the familiar rough hand grazing softly on your back, putting a small kiss on top of your head whilst he takes the time admiring you.
Sidney places his cup on top of the dresser and sits across from you. You instinctively catch how his thighs spread beautifully for you once he was settled.
Your eyes then travel up to meet his tawny irises, “How was your night?” he asks.
You make yourself comfortable as you lean back on the chair, dabbing your face with a gentle cloth once you’ve successfully taken off most of the product sitting on your face. You hum, thinking about how tiring the day was.
As you start telling him how one of your girlfriends successfully got your table free drinks, Sid carefully takes your leg, placing it on top of his knee so he could start massaging it. He quietly listens to you talk more about your friends whilst he divides his attention in between you and his fingers gliding their way up and down your sore calf to soothe it.
Slowly drowning to the pleasure brought upon by Sidney’s all too miraculous fingers, you absentmindedly moan in deep satisfaction, thus striking a nerve on the man sitting before you.
“You like that?” he asks, voice deep and raspy whilst he continues on squeezing out the stress in your muscle in between his fingers. Sidney hears nothing from you, evidently sinking into the pleasure he was giving. You nod in acknowledgement, your eyes half-closed as the sensation begins to lull you to sleep.
You stretch your legs further, touching more of Sid’s exposed skin just as much as his hands were with yours.
“Is the pressure good?” he asks again, moving in an upward motion as it nears the back of your thigh.
“It feels…” you sigh, satisfied with his touch, “nice.”
“How about this?” he says, trailing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, “Is this okay?”
You meet the same doe irises with a gaze so captivating— like a blackhole that’s eventually going to suck you in.
He watches you nod your head, your throat bobbing as you finally answer, “Yes.”
Sid continues massaging your stressed calf, moving circles with his thumb just as he maintains eye contact with you. His face inches slowly whilst his plump luscious lips find your skin instantly. He doesn’t move, and instead lets you feel his breathing.
His lips graze smoothly from your knee, as it works its way down your thigh slowly. Inch by inch, savoring it like it’s the last.
It is in moments like this where Sid wants nothing but to express his deep and utter admiration for his breathtaking girl; like a song of praise he will never get tired of singing.
It’s amazing how his world can be turned upside down by just one person. And he was sure that he wouldn’t even have the guts to acknowledge this insanely cliché and dumb notion that’s naturally expected from horny teenage boys who haven’t even stricken by puberty yet but, Sidney, out of all the cards he’s already dealt in his life, hasn’t felt this sure of both what is certain and what is not.
But even then, for as long as he has you, he knows he’ll be just fine.
His thick and long fingers glide its way, merely grazing the thin lace fabric of your delicates. It leaves you trembling, hips bucking, wanting for more.
“Baby, please stop teasing.” you plead, entangling your fingers through his curls, hinting on pulling him closer.
A light chuckle is clear in your ears but gladly, Sid wasn’t the type to make his woman beg. Especially when it’s for something he knows he’s damn well capable of giving.
His kisses were wet and small, sending a familiar sensation; tender with the distinct sound that floods every corner of the room.
But before the two of you even forget of his free hand, he takes it as a chance to grip on your thigh a little tighter and gives it a good squeeze before he raises it onto his shoulder - parting more avenue to what’s waiting for him behind closed doors.
With just one soft touch of his cherry plump lips on your region, you were hazy. Your vision gets misty as you soar to cloud nine all whilst Sidney continues going places he’s been too hundreds of times.
As you commend every stroke and every movement Sid’s mouth and tongue gives you with your wanton moans and whimpers, you put your trust onto the same man that has done nothing but worship you in ways much more refined and lustful than before.
It’s crazy how he knew your body so well to have this power over you. You know full well you’d gladly succumb to the thirst - groveling for more than whatever this man could give you.
Finally, as Sid takes in all of your heavy release - letting it coat the insides of his mouth, he makes his way to meet you in the eye, already having you nod for the words he’s yet to utter.
You need him. And you are by far shameless at this point to even dance with him and his ever taunting ways. You wipe the evident residue of your arousal glistening his stubble and give him a whole kiss, “I think I might need an extra hand in the shower.”
Sidney smirks, “I’ve got two.”
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multi-yang · 3 years
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can you write anything with eunwoo and the daddy/size kink you mentioned he would have? preferably related to angry/jealous sex
All Yours
pairing: eunwoo x fem!reader
Genre: smut
*not proof read*
cw: rough sex, fingering, forced submission, degration, slight size kink, SLIGHT sir kink, size kink, pretty much jealous sex, hate sex(?), SLIGHT dumfication, overstimulation, breeding(?), spanking, SMUT lmao. pretty kinky pet names just be warned
“you just love acting out, don’t you” eunwoos grip on your chin was tight, you couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped your lips even if you wanted too. Eunwoo raises an eyebrow, almost amused.
“cute” he could see a flash of anger enter your eyes as he spoke the words, “ah, you don’t like that, do you?” he pressed, regarding the position you’re in, you weren’t ready to submit, at least not yet. leaned up against the bed, eunwoos leg was positioned right inbetween yours as he hovered above you, slowly pushing you down by your shoulders.
now completely above you, a soft smile spreads across his pretty face “you listen so well when I show you what to do” a more sinister smile replaced the once vanilla one. “i guess we’ll have to do it this way”
slowly raising his body above you he gets rid of his shirt. “strip pretty girl” Eunwoo smirks, “i thought you said you were gonna show me what to do?” you feigned slight innocence. he remains silent but he tugs your shirt over your head, then hands moving to behind your back, fiddling with your bra hook, purposely stalling. his face is close to yours, “let’s try this one more time, kiss me” you stayed silent, simply looking around the room, ignoring him right in front of you.
before you could return your attention back to him, his lips are already on yours roughly. you kiss back, slowly. to slow for him. he pulls away, quickly unhooking the hook to your bra and pushing you down again.
he kisses down your neck, slowly trailing down your collar bones, a hand groping one of your breast as his mouth comes into contact with your nipple. a supple moan emerges in your throat.
“tell me little one, can you listen to me?” he removes his lips from your hardened bud, the cool air making you shutter. “huh? answer me.” his voice sounded so raw, he could make you moan just from that, but of course you’d never admit that to him. you hesitantly nodded, curious as to where he was going with this. He cooed at your silent answer, fingers trailing down to your panties under your skirt. Running his fingers against your covered slit he could hear your breathes get heavier, causing his lips to curl into a smile.
“remove these.” he dictates, snapping the waist band of your panties against your skin, causing you to whimper at the sting. He moves away, laying against the headboard he watched you remove your skimpy skirt, though he grew annoyed as you teased him with removing your panties, sliding them down your legs you strutted towards the bed, waiting for your next command. “right here baby” he pats the spot inbetween his spread legs, you make your way over, facing him as he smiles at your obedience.
you squeal when Eunwoo roughly grips your hips turning you the other way, his chuckles vibrates through his chest as your back layed against him. “keep those legs open for me” his left hand immediately started at your clit, rubbing narrow circles on it, making your legs twitch at the sudden sensation. letting his fingers drop to your lips he collects your juices, pushing his middle and ring finger into you. Not wasting anytime to build up his speed.
Curling his fingers you whimper, turning your head to mumble into his neck, making pathetic attempts to kiss his neck. His other hand finds itself on your breast, groping them lightly. rolling the hardened bud between his fingers you start whining. Soon your hips start bucking to meet his fingers, your greedy cunt just keeps sucking his fingers in. Your legs start to stutter close causing Eunwoo to growl almost animalisticly “keep those slutty legs apart.”
not even caring to respond you wrap your shaky fingers around his wrist, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. Your moans raise in pitch, hips twitching at the immense pleasure until the rope finally snaps. Eunwoo still keeps his fingers moving but slows down, instead trying to coax your juices out. Your chest heaves, as Eunwoos fingers keep working. You whine, pulling at his wrist and he complies, bringing both of his hands up to your breast, pinching at your nipples until you’ve finally calmed down.
Pushing your back until your face meets the sheet, eunwo runs his hand down your back, enjoying the view of your ass while pumping himself. you feel limp against the cotton material but your legs miraculously held your bottom body up.
Grabbing a fist full of your hair he pulls your head back, causing you to groan out in pain. “you ready baby?” you stay silent, instead pushing your bottom towards him, the slight wiggle of your hips make him annoyed. “use your words sweet cheeks.” he grips your hair harder “yes!” you whimper, sighing as releases his hold, letting you fall back into the sheets.
Entering himself he groans, hands holding onto your hips for stability. bottoming out you swear you can feel every vein of his fat cock, his thrust were slow, powerful but awfully slow. You lift your head, whining “Eunwoo-" he stops at his name, he wears devilish smile. “mhm, faster, please” you beg “are you sure baby?” he starts thrusting again, not quite to your liking but enough for you to feel stimulation. “yes! please, faster” he squeezes your ass, lifting his hand he lands a hard smack on your ass leaving your skin blooming red. “what’s my name baby? come on, be polite” his teasing made you want to just fuck yourself back on his cock but you know it’s never gonna be as good. “sir” you spit out, hoping he would comply. “say it again” he growls, hips starting to drill into you. “Sir!” you moan out, “please sir! fuck me”
“pathetic” eunwoo spat, but his hips move faster. Pounding into your slutty cunt Eunwoo grunts, giving you another strike with his large hand. hearing your bratty whimpers be muffled by the sheets made him pull you up by your hair once again, pulling you towards his chest.
“Sir!” you feel tears prick at your eyes, “can i cum, please!” Eunwoo keeps quiet, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking harshly against the sensitive skin. His fingers catch your clit, rubbing against it you feel your body start to burn up. You babble stupidly as two of his other fingers stuff your mouth. “your slutty cunt is so perfect for my cock baby” you couldn’t even focus on his words, only thinking with one part of your body, feeling only pleasure. “Fuck!” you yell, as he pushes your body down. Thrusting even more brutally, chasing his own release. You sob into the sheets at the overstimulation, he only pushes your head further into the mattress until you feel his load fill you. Legs twitching Eunwoo doenst dare move, making sure you feel everything. “fuck baby” he presses his hand against your stomach, you didn’t answer “awe i fucked you dumb?” his fake sympathy made tears fall, wetting the blankets. “can you feel that?” it was clear he was doing this to brag about his perfect cock but you were too fucked out to notice. So you only nod dazed, whimpering a quick ‘thank you’ before closing your heavy eyes.
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