#what a flattering red dress btw

[drswannbond]

Bond looking at a sleeping Madeleine in their Matera hotel room.

[queenie-avenue]

Hii! 🌟

So..i want ask for request about CEO ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

What if one day reader is caught sketching the CEO in some fancy clothes? Would he like to wear this for reader?

(Thank you in advance! Hope u have really good day 👁️〰️👁️)

/// sorry for my English kinda bad at grammar (ง’̀-‘́)ง

He'll wear anything you make.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, Adrian Houde

—> he's your muse, you're his obsession.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader has a crush on Adrian, obsessive behaviour, posessive thoughts, snooping, fluff, red flags but they aren't so apparent.

notes: i altered the prompt a bit, i hope you don't mind but thank you for the ask! i'm glad you like adrian as much as i do. feel free to send in more asks! love the cute emoticons btw <3 did not proofread, we die like men.

Adrian strolled about the fashion department, his hands raking across the abandoned tables now that everyone had headed home. He rolled up his sleeves to check the time as he walked past the messy and cluttered desks, the heels of his shoes clacking against the floor.

One might ask, what was the CEO of the company doing so late at the fashion department? Everyone had gone home, clocking off early for the holidays — even the ever-busy fashion team — except him. His blue eyes raked across the table as he searched for your table, and finally, he came across it and smiled.

You didn't have a table before, you cramped alongside the lower level employees but well, Adrian pulled some strings here and there for you to get your own table.

It also made it easier for him to look through your belongings.

"Hm?" He hummed when he saw an unfamiliar book on the table. He had memorised every detail of your table, to the point where he knew where you put your emergency snacks — sometimes even refilling them for you anonymously — but this sketchbook was new.

He knew it was wrong to sneak into someone's belongings, and his grandmother would no doubt absolutely pulverise him for such ungentlemanly actions but you already belonged to him. You didn't, but you would soon.

He was slowly cracking you down, he knew. Adrian could still see the blush on your face when you were caught staring at him for too long.

His nimble hands reached for the book and flipped through them. The pages crinkling in his hands as he gazed at all of the different designs. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the dimples on the model's face, the tousled blonde hair, the dashing pale blue eyes, and the silhouettes you had crafted just for him. The suits, some dresses, some eccentric, some more subdued, and multiple designs made with styles he had a penchant for.

He smiled, knowing that you had to have been observing him rather closely to be able to craft such flattering outfits for him.

"Hah," he breathed out, feeling his cheeks heat up. "You're driving me crazy." He whispered to himself as he felt his entire body grow hot.

He continued to flip through the pages, taking in the sight of him as your muse. He almost wanted to hop in his car and drive off to your house now just to kiss you but he had to restrain himself.

He was a gentleman; even if he snuck into your belongings. He would wait for a while more. His grandmother had always said that a prolonged courting period was needed, filled with flowers, chocolates, gifts, and, of course, polite flirting.

He placed the book on the floor and snapped a few pictures, making sure to make it look accidental, like he had just stumbled across it and sent it to you.

Adrian. H: Stumbled across a cute little thing on the way to a late-night meeting. Mind if I get it privately made? I'd love to wear something you made.

He smirked, knowing that you would fluster. He just wished you were here just so he could see colour fill your face. He made a note to visit the fashion department during lunchtime just to tease you further. Maybe he'd even wear something akin to your designs tomorrow.

He just wanted to get this courting phase over so he could wrap you in his arms like a snake and never let go.

Your sketchbook was practically an invitation for him to do so.

[etheries1015]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a Meleanor x reader.

It could be any kind of scenario i don't really have specific request. Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language btw.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!

Sorry for the late response! Slowly but surely getting to my inbox after my little hiatus. heuheuheu.

I like this!! I can't say I've seen a Meleanor X reader yet! I love Mama Draconia and I too would want to court this woman. heuehueheu. thank you for this request!

Meleanor X reader - Flower crowns

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, taking place when you two were younger. Not very age specific, just classify it as first love!

TW: None! Just fluff. and lightning. but tis' what comes with falling in love with this hot headed fae <3

The princess always left you in awe. Her beautiful black long hair and marks of a dragon across her forehead always left you enamored- her beauty was beyond compare to that of any other fae you set your eyes upon. Although she did have a temper...and often attempted to strike you with lightning every time your feeble pick-up lines were below her standards...

However, the only thing you could think of as you watched the fae princess sitting against the tree was how ethereal she would look with vibrant flowers adorning her slick black hair and midnight horns. Meleanor was asleep against the tree, while you were now sitting on the grass a bit of a distance away with your legs folded and flowers in your grasp.

You wouldn't classify as being the best flower crown weaver to exist. It took a few times of unraveling and re-wrapping, even having to venture out into the woods to grab more flowers. Finally, you have finished creating your masterpiece. A flower crown with a vibrant variety of colors. Forget-me-nots, daisies, petals from peonies, marigolds, begonias, and the ever-so-popular red roses and thorns to match. You glanced down at your handiwork and looked back up to the sleeping fae. Even underneath the dusk of the setting sun, she was breathtakingly stunning. You crawled up to the fae crown in hand, before lifting it carefully above her sleeping form and setting it gently upon her head careful not to rouse her from her deep sleep.

You simply basked in this moment, watching Meleanors chest raise slightly and parted lips exhale gently. You were surprised when she hadn't woken up with your rustling, so you decided she must truly be exhausted from her duties (of constantly running away from her knight's eyes simply to be with you). You also found yourself yawning, removing your own jacket to cover the princess before leaning against the other side of the tree and lulling into sleep rather quickly.

You were woken up by lightning.

It startled you awake, but your reflexes were fast enough to dodge before it made contact. Looking up you saw a tall, angry Meleanor standing above you with her hands upon her hips and a scowl upon her face with bright rosey cheeks to match.

"Explain what this is," She abruptly said, pointing to the crown on her head to which a few petals had fallen to her black cloak and royal dress. You pursed your lips then smiled, showing her a toothy grin.

"A flower crown," You replied, "You look lovely, like a gorgeous blooming garden. The flowers truly do flatter you, my princess."

You were struck by lightning. Again. And she missed, again.

"Save me from your silly theatrics and cease your horrible flirting!" Although the words she spoke were exasperated, you could tell by the blush on her cheeks that she did not, in fact, dislike what transpired. Your words affected her greatly, she wasn't sure how to handle her strong emotions and beating heart. You chuckled at this and stood up, your hands hiding behind your back. This movement did not go unnoticed by the princess.

Meleanor aggressively grabbed your arm and pulled it forward. Upon seeing the first hand, she grabbed the other one to do the same. They were riddled in cuts and bruises from handling the thorned roses and picking of flowers, her eyes widening at this revelation.

"Come here," She grunted, pulling your arm and dragging you to the castle doors.

"You know i'm not allowed in the castle," You sighed, "I'm just a commoner. They will kick me out as soon as I step foot inside of there. AND you're gonna get in trouble with your parents." Meleanor huffed and shot you an annoyed glance, grey clouds overhead an obvious marker of her mood.

"Do you not think I am already aware of this fact? I have many ways of getting inside the castle away from prying eyes. Now shut your mouth and trust me!"

"Awe...does the princess have a soft spot for poor me? Are you going to kiss my wounds all better, Meleanor?"

Although another blast of lightning interrupted your incredulous flirting, she pursed her lips and paused in the middle of heading toward her secret entrance.

"...Perhaps just this once." You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head in confusion, mouth hung slightly open. You couldn't see what expression the princess held, for she was turned away whilst her hand remained on your arm trembling ever so slightly. Before you could inquire her statement, she continued.

"As a reward for this...'flower crown'...I shall grant you your wish. Just this once!" The fae took a deep breath in and turned around to face you, face red as a rose and puckered lips she placed them against your own. You gasped in shock at the sudden contact, unable to form a proper reaction before she was already turned back around and pulling you towards the castle at a rapid pace. You smiled fondly staring at the rambunctious fae in front of you, the flowers of the crown you weaved fluttering with every step she took.

If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating.

~~~

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

apparently i've gotten really good at having closeted queer vibes while still presenting as very fem, so i've decided to put together a bit of a list of tips

(btw this is coming from an afab person who still has to present as fem, as in dress fem and not cut my hair too short and etc. this probably wont apply to masc presenting people as much)

1. first, confidence, especially around people of the opposite gender. think "one of the boys" but not "let's go play football". in my experience, this helps to separate a fem person from the stereotype of thinking all boys are cute and giggling about them.

TLDR: be confident and friendly to everyone regardless of gender presentation.

2. halter tops and turtlenecks are your best friend. anything with a high neck, but in the summer, high neck + showing shoulders has gotten me on so many peoples gaydar without being obvious

3. if you have naturally curly or wavy hair, wear it natural, especially if you have shorter hair

4. if you have longer hair, do something other than wear it straight or in a ponytail. go for space buns or a single dutch braid or something else creative.

5. siobhan thompson glasses, or any wire glasses in an interesting shape (picture example below)

6. pants. if it's an event where you need to look nice, dress pants.

7. lipstick. preferably in a bolder color (i like browns and reds). also eyeliner on the outside corner of your eye, or more if that's your vibe. i always have to have natural looking makeup, so corner eyeliner is a great addition

8. converse, vans, or in the case of a nicer event find unique sandals or flats. avoid heels.

9. bracelets, dangly earrings, layered necklaces. avoid single necklaces.

10. [IMPORTANT!!] wear flattering colors. wear things that make you look great. don't conform to any trends. don't conform to my advice, even. wear what will make you the best you you can be. if you are authentic, other authentic people will know.

(these are just some tips that have worked for me. they may not work for everyone, but i've managed to find the few queer people in very anti-queer crowds at like a dozen events over the past year by following this advice. i felt lost when i first was discovering my identity, so hopefully some of this might help someone out)

[slither-in-gryffindor]

social media is a horror to explore

A/N: I totally have no idea how ig live works but uhh here's a valentines mini fic! btw the character's posts aren't necessarily related so this is scenario 3 with Wednesday having no socmed... or does she?

#3: Happy Valentine's Day!

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Enid’s followers immediately flocked to her stream when the notification popped up. They were greeted with the camera pointed upwards at a beautiful glass ceiling — showcasing the dark clouds and lightning that were in the sky

[woah! hvd! enid where you at?]

[happy valentines day enid!]

[dude that’s fucking awesome! perfect and is so me this vday]

The phone panned downwards and around the mansion. Dark wooden walls that created obscure corners,  tall windows that loomed; paintings of people in all black, still, yet looked as if their eyes were following you.

The comments were freaking out to what was happening to their beloved wolf as they expected a bright and cheery greeting this February 14. A greeting they always get every year

The camera flipped and Enid finally showed her face.

“So I am totally freaking out. It may not look like it, cause I am trying really hard to contain my excitement but —” she moved closer to the camera until only the upper portion of her face was in the screen “I am at my best friend's house cause she invited me to the Valentine’s ball her family always throw”

[asdklskglhs enid bby r u and ur roomie finally gonna get married]

[e dude! ur loyl invited u to a ball????]

[ahhhhh im so happy for youuuu]

“She’s not the love of my life” Enid hissed, turning absolutely red at the comment and looked around as if Wednesday was gonna pop out of some corner and kill her for saying something romantic. The girl doesn’t know about her  love and she plans to keep it that way. Thank the gay gods the goth doesn’t have any social media.

“Anyway as I was saying, there’s a ball in a few hours and want to see what you guys think of my top picks.”

The screen shook as Enid walked towards the guest room. The werewolf steadied the phone on the bed and the camera only showed an empty background while shuffling came from her trying on the first dress.

The top three dresses she chose were flattering. It’s not like she’s trying to make Wednesday see that she’s attractive, no.  Because she’s long accepted that Wednesday wouldn’t ever see her as more than a friend. She’s just dressing for herself, totally.

“Okay guys what do we think of outfit number 1”

[girl you look great i love it *chefs kiss]

[oh wow! You look so gorgeous that looks great on you]

[If that’s only choice number one I wonder how the others look cause that’s already hottt]

“Really? It’s not too much?” Enid asked, and nodded as more comments flooded, “okay, lemme know how number two looks.”

[Hmmm. You look gorgeous, but I dunno something seems off about it]

[What are you talking about??? This one looks cute!]

[marry me marry me marry me marry me]

“Right?! Like it's cute but not really. Okay last one. Maybe this is the dress.”

[ENID THATS IT THATS HOW YOU GET THE GIRL]

[omg enid so pretty]

[asgklasdhfwsdf mommy im gay]

[OOOH I KNOW WHY THE OTHERS LOOK KINDA OFF EVEN IF THEYRE GREAT. ITS CAUSE THEYRE NOT YOU. THIS IS YOU ENID IM SURE YOUR GF WOULD LOVE IT MORE]

“I don’t know about love it, but yeah. This really is more my style.” Enid brushed her hands over the smooth fabric and twirled, trying to look at herself in every possible angle. She bit her lip, it’s sexy but not too much. And the color totally agrees with her skin tone. Yeah. This is the one.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready. I’ll try to show you guys the after-look and maybe even a pic of Wednesday. Happy Valentine's Day! I love you all thank you for the help!”

[stream ended]

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[sugar-glaze-donut]

This is the Part 2 of this fic <3

I'm so happy some people liked it :D

TW: Probably OOC characters, OC (not exactly, it's just Aruji-sama), small spoilers of episodes other than episode 1

Life as an Angel from Akuneko - Part 2

You stood outside the cabin with your fist on your hips.

Yeah, you just stood there awkwardly.

Everything's been pretty overwhelming you know? Devil butlers are after your ass (a metaphor btw) and the angels probably already know about your betrayal.

Damn, such a nice way to start a new life in another world, no?

Using the wings on your back, you flutter up to stand on the cabin's roof. The ceiling creaks slightly under your weight but shows no sign of collapsing.

Thank god...

You stare into the distance from on top of the roof.

"Oh hey... isn't that Devil's Palace?"

Indeed it is. Standing in its glory, the Devil's Palace, a.k.a. the abode of the 13 (or 16? You don't know what part of the story it is now) butlers, a cat butler, and a normal human being, stood proudly amongst the tall trees of the forest.

"That does remind me though, the story..." You closed your eyes and scratched your head. "I mean, I know Haures is alive. That means Fennesz and the older butlers are alive too. And... that only squeezes the possibilities to half of the whole timeline..."

God fucking damn it

Running a hand through your really short hair, you sighed once again and scanned the world below you.

But then, at the corner of your eye, you see a bush rustling. Is it Tristia? Or her friend?? Tristia should be in the cabin sleeping right now... and there's no barn or civilization nearby. And from your knowledge, Devil's Palace didn't have a barn either. It wasn't windy too.

You descend from the roof and land on the ground. Cautiously, you approach the bush.

You puff up your wings to get ready to fly off. The thing in the bush gasped.

Huh?

It gasped??

You lunged forward to capture the thing in the bush. It was small. It was fluffy... and it had beautiful wine-red eyes.

"No... it can't be" Your eyes widened to see the feline butler from Devil's palace, Muu, squirming in your hands.

"H-hey!" Muu frantically yelled. "Let me go! Don't erase me!"

"..." In a moment of shock, you raise Muu to the sky (that moment from The Lion King) and hold him tight in your grip. Why was Muu here?

"...Who are you?" you decided to start with that question. In the story, it never showed that the angels had any interest in Muu. It'll be weird for an angel like you to know (or even acknowledge) his existence.

Muu looked as if you grew another head. "How- you can talk!?" Oh yeah, angels aren't supposed to say anything other than ["Die. For life"].

"Muu? Where are you?" There was an unrecognizable voice not that far away from the both of you. It didn't sound like any of the butlers, but Muu seemed to react to the voice. A panicked expression takes over Muu's face. "ARUJI-SAMA! DON'T COME NEAR!"

Aruji-sama...? Isn't that...

At that moment, a humanoid figure emerges from the trees.

It was a lady with long brown hair. They're not that tall, just a bit shorter than you. They wore a beautiful white dress with small flower stitching on the hem. Wow, Flure must've made that.

Aruji-sama (or, who you think it is) froze at the sight of you. They visibly paled and looked like they wanted to run away.

"Let...let him go!" the brunette exclaimed, pointing at Muu.

From your point of view, this seemed like a chance to gain their trust. A chance to gain information about the timeline. And... a chance to perhaps help them.

You must act clueless. They don't know you, but you do. "So... are you the master of the Devil Butlers?"

Just like with Muu, they looked at you as if you grew another head. "Are you another one of the Intelligent angels!?" they stood their ground and glared at you.

"Buddy, I'm flattered that you think I'm intelligent, but I'm not" You dead-panned at the brunette and let Muu down onto the ground. He rushed over to the master and hissed at you. "Don't worry, I won't erase you. Even if I wanted to I have no idea how to"

The duo seemed to relax a bit but the air was still tense. "How can we trust you?" "Why don't we introduce ourselves then?"

You sat on a rock near you and gestured for the duo to come near. They reluctantly go closer, but keep a short distance away from you.

"So then, my name is [Name]" You gesture to them to do the same. "...I'm Akane, the master of the Devil Butlers" The brunette quietly says. "And I'm Muu, Aruji-sama's butler" Muu proudly puffs his chest.

"Alright alrighty," You stretch and crack your knuckles. Nice, the introduction is complete, time to mess with them a bit.

"Is Muu a type of devil?" Akane and Muu looked at each other in silence and you smiled at them amused. "I- I'm not sure? Muu, you're a cat right??" "As far as I know, I think so?"

"How about you Miss Akane?" The girl flinched "Are you a type of devil? Do you have any cool powers?"

Akane fiddled with her fingers and looked down "No, I'm just a normal human being. But I can unleash the butler's powers! And, uh... that's all..."

"Hmm, that's cool." you mused. "I think I've asked enough questions, now it's your turn to ask me some" They instantly perked at this.

You closed your eyes, ready to be bombarded by questions. Akane asked the first question "Why exactly are you here?"

"Well, that's because I wanted a normal life instead of living in the angel's lair" Lie. You were planning on how to spend your life in this world

Muu asked the second question "Do you plan on attacking humans?"

"No. Like I said before, even if I wanted to I have no idea of how to erase people from existence" It's the truth. You don't EVER want to erase anyone.

Akane and Muu look at each other and talk in hushed voices. They're probably talking about what to ask next.

I shift my attention to the lake. It had a beautiful reflection of the sun setting. It must be night soon.

"You said you're not an intelligent angel, right?" Akane suddenly asks, catching you off guard. "If you're not an intelligent angel then... what exactly are you?"

You chuckled lightly. Yes. This is the question you wanted them to ask

"Well to put it simply, I'm a normal angel" You put a pause in between to make a dramatic effect. "But I wasn't an angel in the first place"

Your comment piqued their interest. Akane leaned forward and opened her mouth to ask a question, but you were quicker. You stood up from the rock and put your hand on Akane's mouth to silence her.

"Let's save your questions for another day, shall we? It's getting awfully late" you point to the setting sun.

"Oh yes! They must be worried by now!" Akane stands up and picks Muu up into her arms. "I'll... see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, why not?" you smile warmly at her. "Just don't tell any of your other butlers about me ok? I don't want anyone hunting my ass down"

Akane nods and waves at you. Muu's ears tilted back and his eyes shone. "Bye Miss Angel!"

They both rush through the trees, heading in the direction of Devil's Palace.

Once Akane's flowing dress was out of sight, you returned to the cabin to check up on Tristia.

"Hey Tristia I'm back-" you pause when you see Tristia sleeping soundly on the rocking chair near the empty fireplace.

"Ah," you walked over to a chair near the window and stared at the sky. The moon is out tonight. It's not a full moon yet so Lato doesn't have his trauma breakdowns yet.

The timeline...You know that Aruji-sama and Muu are here, meaning that the main story has started already. And Akane said "Another one of the intelligent angels" when you first met. This means that they had already encountered Seraphim.

"Which means... Haures is going to be demonized soon!" You have to warn them. But how? You can't just straight up tell them! "How should I help them..."

While you were debating and panicking, you didn't notice eyes of Tristia watching you

She was never asleep

She listened

She hoped

And she trusted

Tristia trusted you to save her brother.

Last edited - September 30

Taglist @hamikau - 🍩🔥 @raging-tyrant - 🦀🍜

[ritzyu]

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖.

☘︎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: choi line x gn!reader

☘︎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: tooth rotting, cringeworthy fluff.

☘︎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: nothing, hun^^

☘︎𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛(𝚜):

the header and divider(s) in this post were made by me, so please don’t come at me for "not giving credit"<3

this does not represent the members of txt in any way! Everything that this post contains is pure fiction so please don't take anything too seriously!!♡︎

☘︎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: kinds of dates that I think the choi line would take out on c:

☘︎𝚊/𝚗: I'm felin' sorta down lately and soso shitty rn and it's like, 12:30am when I started writing this, I needed it ok- and btw! I might start to post religously again soon! I might actually will as to try and make up for the days that I haven't been posting anything--- AND if you guys want I could make another post seperate for the makneas -- Anyways, enjoy bub, mwamwa<3

₊˚ ☘︎ ˚ ₊˚ ☘︎ ₊ ₊˚ ☘︎ ˚ ₊˚☘︎ ₊ ₊˚ ☘︎ ˚

☘︎𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛

❥︎ 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠.♥︎

- 100% sure that he'd take you out to fancy restaurants if you aren't sure of where you want to go.

- or if there's already one place that you really love going to; of course, he wouldn't mind settling with that.

- about the gifts????? Hun, it'd be just some normal day then he suddenly comes back home with something like a stuffed animal, flowers, chocolates, jewerly, clothes, and basically anything that reminds him of you.<3

- you tell him that whenever he showers you with gifts; it isn't necessary. But he insists. It's also one of his ways to show how much he loves you besides giving you almost every ounce of his love and affection whenever he gets the chance.

It was a lovely evening, the moon was shining bright, the cold breez of wind hitting your skin felt so comforting and calm.

And when you suddenly heard someone knock on the door, you peeked through the glass of your window to check who it was.

It was Yeonjun. He was formaly dressed in a black longsleeved collared button up shirt and white pants. He held three roses in his right hand, which wrist's was embraced with a golden watch that he was currently checking. Meanwhile, his left hand held two plain white yet expensive looking paperbags. His hair shined undeneath the glowing moon from above. It was slicked back, yet had a few strands poking on his forehead.

Once you open your door, his attention shifted from his watch to you. You eyed him from head to toe and back. He chuckled then handed you the three roses in his hand.

"Dashing. I know honey, but as much as it flatters me that you're checking me out right now.." he pauses, his hand which held the paper bags reached out for you to take. "I suggest you should go get ready and try these new babies on." He said, a confident smirk on his face.

You took the two paper pags in hand and took a peek. Lifting up your head in shock as you finally made out what was inside one of the paper bags. It was the gorgeous black satin clothing you were eyeing when you went out shopping with Yeonjun. You didnt bother pointing it out becuase you were too shy about the price. But what you didn't know was Yeonjun has his eyes on you like a hawk that time. He figured it'd be a great surprise gift for you, considering how your eyes were darting at the clothing.

You mouthed a -- "You did not...", making the fine man infront of you chuckle. "Oh, but I did." he answered slyly. You pouted and thanked him, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek before letting him inside and left him for a second to go get ready. Forgetting the other paper bag in which you didn't even get a glimpse of what it contained.

Yeonjun took it and scoffs, crossing his arms as he leans on your kitchen counter, awaiting for your return. Once you did, the young man's jaw almost dropped at how amazing you looked.

The black clothing hugged your body so snugged and your red shoes which: Yeonjun also got you last week: complimented your atire so much, almost perfectly. Yeonjun lets out a short whistle as he approaches you, a hand flying onto your cheek to caress. "How do I look?" You asked, both hands locked behind his lower back as your eyes looked up at him.

"Absolutely stunning, jagi." He gave you a soft kiss then almost immediately pulled away. "But you're missing one thing though.." you shot up a brow, questioning his sentence.

"And that is?" He smiled, handing you the other paper bag once more. Eyes widened as you realized you totaly forgot about it. You apoligized and Yeonjun waved his hand, telling you it was alright. He nodded his head towards the bag which was now in your hand, geasturing for you to open it. And so you did.

You took out a black box from inside, looking at Yeonjun with a shy smile before looking back at the box in hand. Shocked in the continent of the box, you covered your mouth, trying to hide how your jaw clearly dropped.

"Yeonjun... You didn't have tooooo..." you cooed, he scoffed. "But I already did. Now, come here." You took a small step closer, his hands taking the silver butterfly designed chocker from it's confinements. His index finger creating a circular motion, telling you to turn around. You did and so he brushed away stray hairs from your neck that might get tangled in the elegant chocker.

He gently placed the chocker around your neck, after locking it he spun you around. He specifically got the choker to match your butterfly earings and bracelet, which were of course, given from him as well.

He stared at the jewerly that laid elegantly on your bare neck, shinnig as light hit it's surface. "There.. perfect." He leaned down to your height, giving you a passionate kiss. After he pulled away, you thanked him once more and after that he took you out to one of the most fanciest restaurant in town that just recently opened.

☘︎𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛

❥︎ ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑠:(

- If you're also interested in anime and finds out that a movie of your favorite series would be premiering in the cinemas soon; he'd be one of those people who came extra early to get the two tickets for, of course, the two of you:) 

- he wouldn't really mind doing that. In fact; he loves doing it. Since he does really love watching animated films, and he's watching it with you? What's not to love?

- and if anime doesn't interest you in anyway, he'd look back on when you mentioned you wanted to watch this certain movie and etc. he'd check if it would be available in cenemas. If not; he'd try to find something else that's within your orbit of movie interests that's available^^.

Knocking on your bedroom door, the sound of your boyfriend; Soobin, calling you from the other side. You answer with a simple "come in", and so he does. You were on your bed, scrolling through tiktok on your phone. Turning your head to look at Soobin that just entered the room with a wide grin was plastered on his face. He was also well dressed and looked like he was going out. You smiled back with your brows furrowed, head tilted slightly to the side. "Hey babe, what's up? And what's that face for, hm?" you asked in a curious yet, teasing tone, your eyes strayed to his waist. His hands were behind his back. 

"What are you hiding?" slowly lifting yourself up your bed, he keeps the expression on his face and walks closer to you, hands still behind him. "Well.." sitting next to you, he quickly showed you both his hands which both contained tickets to the film you were itching to watch. "Ta-da!!" He said with a cheerful tone. 

You let out a loud gasp then grabbed Soobin's hands while you jumped and squealed on your bed. He chuckles before standing up.

"Now, get ready, we don't wanna miss a second of that movie, right?" Excitingly nodding your head, you gently shoved him out your room.

"I'll be finished in 10!" As you shut the door clossed, Soobin replies with an ironic- teasing hum, knowing very well that you may actually take a while longer than you oathed.

During the movie you and Soobin accasionally kept touching each other's hand by accident when both of you dug your hands inside the empty popcorn container. Both of you would look at each other in silence for three seconds then end up chuckling for a bit and moved on to continue watching the movie.

After the date, he walked you home, since you guys didn't like that far from the cinemas, and the weather was great. Your hair dancing wildly and free as the cool breeze passed through the both of you had Soobin stare at you startsruck at how breath taking you looked. He couldn't take his eyes of you to the point that he ended up running into a lamp pole and some public trashcans.

You both laughed about it as his face and ears were all heated up. Half way to your house though, you both were brainstorming about the movie and how you guys felt about it. At some point even debated even if some parts of the movie were necessary or not.

Once you guys reached your shared place, you guys changed clothing in your repective rooms and met again in the kitchen. Soobin was cooking something for you guys to snack on.

You surprise him by giving him a sudden back hug. "AISH-- Oh- it's just you..." he sighed, "I would've almost hit you with the spatula. You're lucky I didnt."

You chuckle, tightening your embrace. "Scardy cat..." you whispered, teasiningly. He mumbles something that you could hardly make out. "Thank you for tonight, Soob, I enjoyed sooo muchhh.." you nuzzle your cheek on his back, he hums and says 'you're welcome' after.

Turning around, he puts the spatula aside and cupped both of your cheeks, leaning down to give you a smooch. "You're veryyyyy much welcome, luv. Now let's go eat then get ready to sleep ok? It's already so late." You nod then nuzzled each others noses against each other.

☘︎𝐵𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑔𝑦𝑢

❥︎ 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 !!♡︎

- he would do his best to get you the prize you wanted:((((( even if you insist that it's fine to just leave it be.

- ESPECIALLY if the prize was inside a claw machine.... we all know how much of a hassle some claw machines are, don't we? 🤡

- I could definitely see him being so competitive and determined to get the prize you wanted. Even if it means milking his wallet dry and empty.

You and Beomgyu have been cirling the huge mall for the second time, trying to find where the arcade was. Just to find out that it was on the second floor.

Beomgyu was insisting that there was one somewhere on the first floor, saying that he used to go there when he was a kid. But when you finally took a stop to look at the sign on the side of the escalator. You saw that there was an arcade there.

You stared at your boyfriend, dumbfounded as he was scanning the sign as well. "Some memory you have, Gyu." You said, teasingly.

"Hey!! It was a long time ago okay???? Who knows! Maybe they just switched up the place for that uh.." he paused, eyes wandering around the mall before pointing at the bookstore that was near you. "THAT BOOKSTORE OVER THERE!" you sighed, catching your head in the palm of your hands before rubbing your temples, but ended up lettng out a small giggle at your boyfriend's excuse.

"Let's just go, yeah?" You took his hand and dragged him on the elevator. And won't you look at that? The second you stepped off both of you were greeted by the neon lights of the entrance of the arcade that you two have been looking for for the past thirty-minutes.

"Let's go Y/n-ssi!" He took your hand and practically ran inside the arcade and exchanged some of his money to tokens. He gave you the small basket filled with tokens and took only a few for himself.

You both parted for a while because he needed to go to the bathroom, meanwhile you were stressing over almost every claw game. When Gyu came back to a distressed Y/n, he chuckled and pointed at each and every claw game you tried.

"Watch me take all of these for you in just a jiffy!" He said with full confidence, getting a medium sized cart and one by one took each prizes that you specifically wanted from each machine then stocked them in the cart. But there was this one huge plushie that just wouldn't cooperate as well as the others.

It kept on slipping and slipping due to it's weight and the soft material it was made of. He tried and tried until the tokens from before were already used up. And so he went and exchanged his money to the cashier for more tokens.

He tried and tried and almost prayed to whatever God was out there that he'd get it on his last try. Both of you watched anxiously as he finally pressed the 'drop' button. Eyes fixiated on how the claw brushed smoothly against the soft material of the plushie. Thinking it was over, the claw suddenly went through the loop of the tag of the plushie.

Both of your hands were gripping on Beomgyu's arm, slightly shaking him as both of you watch intensely as the claw shakily lifts up and goes to were it was supposed to drop the prize.

You both practically screamed, yelled, and jumped with joy when you guys finally got the plushie that Gyu had put his sweat and tears in to getting. You hugged him and kissed him sweetly after carefully taking out the plushie from the machine.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH GYU!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!" you said, kissing his lips over and over again. "But your money...... I told you not to waste too much time over it ri-" he cuts you off with a kiss.

"Hey, it was worth it. And please, don't worry too much about my money, I saved it too much because I don't even know where to spend it on.. so it's fine." He saif sweetly, placing another sweet kiss on your lips.

After that, both of you came home with both yours and his arms were practically filled with plushies and other prizes that he had one just for you.

[ronearoundblindly]

Have A Laugh

Summary: Movie Night at the compound takes an unexpected turn.

a/n: so I received an ask for my bday in June for a drabble about movie night and cuddling between steve and reader. I know that person probably wanted more cuddling and less movie, but I found out something crazy and had to write it in fic. All these things about the movie and actor are true btw.

Includes: fluff, old-life talk between Bucky and Steve, and Nat getting a few great jabs in.

beautiful dividers by @firefly-graphics

You’re preoccupied with at least three work things even as you and Steve leave the apartment. 

“Tony promised. This one’s a comedy from the ‘80s. Not even two hours,” Steve’s trying to reassure you as he turns you back toward the elevator before you can bring your laptop, too. “Plus we’ve missed four movie nights in a row and he’s starting to nag.”

“Well that’s what happens when you choose a Paranormal Activity marathon, Tone,” you mock, shrugging your shoulders in obvious irritation. “This better be funny.” The grumble sounds more like a whine.

“Hey,” Steve leans to kiss your forehead, “at least we get to cuddle on a couch for a bit. Could be nice…”

The thought of him holding you melts your frigid paperwork heart, and Steve knows it. He takes your hand while greeting everyone and finding your seats, but you’re still very antsy from the day.

“Nat, can I braid your hair or something?”

“Yeah,” she shrugs, too, moving her popcorn to sit in her crossed legs beneath you on the couch. “Surprised you don’t wanna use your twitchy hands for something else,” she whispers, winking back over her shoulder at you.

You swat her shoulder in fake offense, but Steve would have turned beet red if he’d heard that one.

Tony has chosen Robin Hood: Men in Tights because this season needs some cheer and he wants irreverent humor all the time. He’ll settle for just movie night though.

Steve sits flush by your side, scratching patterns on your back while your fingers stroke through Nat’s locks, twisting and looping and layering strands.

Steve doesn’t laugh out loud for a while. He scoffs at some of the jokes, but his lips are pursed, telling you he is trying not to find something slightly offensive funny.

Nat points out that suave and dark Will Scarlet reminds her a bit of Bucky. He’s flattered until he watches the skilled knife twirler slice off his own belt and Will’s pants fall to the ground. Bucky frowns and glares daggers at a chuckling Nat.

And then the huge blond Little John collapses in a piddling stream and shrieks as if drowning. It’s barely enough water to wet his ass, and Steve loses it. He stops scratching your back to paw at his heaving chest, doubled over at the ridiculousness. After that, Steve’s as vocal as everyone else, adding commentary left and right. Tony’s got a smug look plastered across his face and watches on silently.

It goes on.

Steve thinks Maid Marion’s dresses are really nice. He likes the soft, velvety look of—“is that metal underwear?!” Steve sits up, shocked.

“Arm doesn’t seem so bad now,” Bucky grunts, awkwardly scooting in his seat while thinking of chafing.

Steve also gripes about how Marion’s hair may be beautiful, but “it’s long enough to sit on. How the hell does she do anything?”

Nat’s the one who turns around at that one, creased brow, mouth squished into a line. He has no idea, the expression reads.

Steve doesn’t see, but adds dejectedly, “even Little John has to flick his hair out of the way.”

Nat shoves more popcorn in her mouth.

Brunhilde yelling at her horse is a surprise favorite moment for Steve. The accent fucking kills him, and since he’s so tickled by it, everyone else laughs along. Not that it wasn’t funny, but it’s huge softy Steve Rogers cackling at a woman scolding a horse. You can’t not laugh.

A sword gets used as a phallus more than once, obviously, and Steve shifts uncomfortably every time. He’s critical of Robin’s training of the men even though the scenes are meant to be completely ludicrous.

Then Rabbi Tuckman pulls up in his cart, and a little more dick humor starts. Steve’s quiet until the line “you prince of thieves, you.”

The character shimmies his shoulders and bats his eyes effeminately, and Steve’s head tilts.

“Buck,” he mutters, “did that remind you of someone from the neighborhood?”

Bucky has the same confused look on his face. “Yeah, the kid—aw, what was his name?”

“Kaminsky," Steve breathes.

Tony sits up from his prone lounging. “That guy’s the director, Mel Brooks. Made some classic comedies.”

“Huh,” Steve huffs, distracted for several more minutes as Tony sings along to the Men in Tights song.

You’re done with Nat’s hair, feeling more relaxed and at ease, so you tuck yourself under Steve’s arm. He kisses your forehead again, but he’s stopped laughing at any of the jokes. You look up to see he’s not even focused on the screen anymore. Steve stares at his hand on the couch arm, rolling his fingers around.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

Steve snaps out of it and smiles. “Yeah, sorry, that just…took me back for a second.”

He watches the movie, but you swear his body stiffens every time Rabbi Tuckman makes distinct gestures.

When the credits start to roll and the others are chatting about the fate of the locked chastity belt, you sit up and look at Steve.

“So who’s this Kah-min—“

“Kaminsky kid,” Steve offers with a sad smile. “He…his dad died a few years after mine, and he was real sickly like me. Buck and I were older than him, but…” he trails off and points at the screen “…you know, instead of fighting bullies like I did, Kaminsky made them laugh until they left him alone. And he used to do that same—“ Steve jiggles his shoulders, and you try not to laugh at the bad impression “—thing when imitating his ma…”

Tony is furiously typing something into his tablet and soon swipes a hand to knock a video onto the screen, cutting off the end music.

Fancy intro narration begins. 

“American actor and comedy legend Mel Brooks. Tonight, we look into the life of this film powerhouse.

“Born to parents Max and Kate in June 1926, Melvin Kaminsky was raised in Brooklyn until an astounding score on an IQ test landed him in the Army Specialized Training Program in 1944—“

“They put that little squirt in the Army?!” Bucky looks miffed. “Kid was barely taller than Steve.”

“Well, I got in.”

Bucky clucks his tongue. “Well, you got bigger.”

Tony’s cut off the documentary. “Are you two telling me that you grew up with THE Mel Brooks? That’s—“ he flings his pointing finger to the paused screen: a picture of the actor in middle-age “—your Kaminsky kid?”

The look on Tony’s face is flabbergasted. He’s almost purple. He may have stopped breathing. Finally, Tony rockets off his chair.

“THIS IS AWESOME.” He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes. “I’m going to reunite the whole gang. I’m gonna invite Mel Brooks to the compound and he’s gonna come and I’ll meet him and—“ he looks between Steve and Bucky “—I love you guys. This is the best day ever.”

Tony doesn’t care what time it is; he immediately orders F.R.I.D.A.Y to set up the appropriate calls.

Steve slumps back into the couch, disbelief written all over his face, and he slowly shakes his head.

Bucky mutters a “wow” behind you before helping Nat to her feet. They start cleaning up the popcorn bowls.

Steve’s eyes go glassy as he processes, and after a long few deep breaths, he looks at you with a distant fondness. “I’m glad he made something of himself. He was a good kid.”

You take Steve’s hand in yours and start to pull him up. “You both made something of yourselves, sweetheart. You both did.”

You would never have guessed watching a movie from when Steve was long trapped in ice would make him feel a little less alone in the world. Steve knew people from the neighborhood, and, turns out, he still does.

GUYS. Isn't that nuts?! They could have actually known each other, and Steve and Melvin would have had that much in common from a really young age. I don't know why this stuns me so much, but it's probably because Robin Hood: Men in Tights is one of my fave movies that I watched all the time with my dad as a kid.

Anywho...

Back to other stuff, I guess, and this is officially the last of the birthday asks...from June...but at least I finished before August.

[iamnotsza]

Things to leave in 2022

#1. ADULT EDGES

Edges should never be that close to you eyebrows. 5. 6. 7..8 inches long?! As a society we should not let trends this exaggerated hinder the growth of the future generations and that on perdiot

#2. TEA CHANNELS

Now don't get me wrong I love watching lovelyti and the empressive channel when there's something major going on and I feel like sipping tea, but haven't you noticed that the tea channel do the same exactly thing over and over again? Why does no one know who our current president, but they won't hesitate to list everyone conspiracy in the current megan and tory case? Growing up is understanding that there are more pressing matters that may lead to war and and social inequality in the world than how slutty this celebrity dressed up for the red carpet.

#3. TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS

Stop making stupid people famous! 😤

Toxic relationships cause feelings of low self-worth, helplessness, fear, anxiety, depression, insecurity, paranoia, and even narcissism. Toxic relationships are dangerous to your health; they will literally kill you. Stress shortens your lifespan. So, for the sake of our mental health, at the very least attempt to do better in the selection of a life long partner. In fact, before getting in a relationship with someone ask yourself how long you'll last. If the answer is not till death, your single.

#4. NEON WIGS

Gurl. Why are you trying to outglow the sun? You face is already blinding enough. Idk if people are trying to go against the laws of naturally appealing hair colors or if their just bored but what about this is flattering?🤔

BTW all stiff, cheap, and unplukked wigs are already canceled I'm just trying to add the horrendous trend to the gutters.

#5. THICK SUNGLASSES 😎

There's no reason why these glasses have more personality than you.. a lot of yall are overdoing it and it needs to go.

Idk how people go out with these and think they look cool. Like cyborg? Is that you?

#6. BBLs

I dont think I need to explain myself, let these pictures talk.

We're humans not ants nor gorilla. I scared to see what the next creature we will try to imitate will be.

What are your opinions on the current trends, send me a message!

[harveylikestoart]

Off of what I’ve gathered PJF is all about fashion soooooo if she were to make spicynoodles dresses what would they look like and how would Red Son react to seeing his noodleboy in a dress 😉 btw I love your art and am 100% gunna draw Mk and Red Son in this AU it’s a crime not to 🥰

HEHEHE FASHIONNNN (also aaa i’m flattered thank youuuu!)

Also extra:

[seravph]

Hi, I didn't really know who to reach out for this question, but do you have any tips on how to find your own unique fashion style? I'm not really looking to hop on popular clothing trends on social media e.g. eboy/girl or cottagecore, so I'm not exactly sure where to start! I come to consult you because I've seen some of your posts and you look very well versed in fashion and you seem to know your own personal style. My wardrobe is very outdated and I would like to update it to reflect the truest expression of myself. Thank you 😊 You don't have to answer this if you don't feel like doing so btw 😅

EEEE more fashion asks i love these thank you!!!! warning this got a lil (very) long so its under the cut :^)

so first and foremost the most important part about curating your own style is to learn more about your body and what flatters/doesnt flatter it. it's learning some basic fashion 'rules' pertaining to proportions, cuts, etc. there are plenty of resources on this if you dont know where to start (kibbe body test, video, video) but keep in mind this step has nothing to do with your weight!!!! i could talk wayyy more about this but at the end of the day, some clothing is just more flattering for specific body shapes - that doesnt mean you cant wear something that isnt perfectly flattering, but knowing your body and knowing what flatters it will make you understand your own style and help guide the pieces you buy. fashion 'rules' arent necessarily meant to be followed, but just understood so that 'breaking' them is a conscious choice. (it also really helped with my insecurities???? like this step is basically recognizing that its not your body thats unflattering, its the clothing, if that makes sense???)

also remember that every 'style' works for every body type. i.e if you want to be a 60s vibe but youre too curvy for shift dresses, there are plenty of clothes in a similar style that would look great on you <3 basically, if you dont like the way a piece looks on you, you can still achieve the same vibe with a different article of clothing thats more flattering. but also umm.... you can just wear the unflattering thing if you want LOL if it makes you happy... then it becomes your own controlled decision <3 live love laugh follow your heart

okay. now that you have that out of the way. there are a million ways to develop a sense of style, and no particular order in which i recommend them. what i love doing is creating pinterest boards for the spring/summer or fall/winter seasons and just filling them with pieces i would wear in a perfect world. i dont mean like cottagecore aesthetic boards, just boards full of runway looks and clothing pngs that i like. i also love making little outfits for characters which can influence my own style. everyone thinks of their style differently; i think of my own outfits as little vignettes with narratives behind them, but other people are more concerned with just wearing things they think are pretty, other people view it as an expression of art or their identity, and other people just want to feel comfortable!!! its all up to you and what youre drawn to!!

one thing that tan france mentioned once was to go online window shopping by going onto the website for a brand you like (regardless of whether its affordable or realistic!) and just adding things to your cart that youre interested in. dont worry about how expensive they are or anything, and when youre done, remove all the items you like the least. and then keep reviewing and removing until you have just a handful of really nice items you really like, and keep doing this with other brands until you can identify common threads between the pieces you like. you dont have to buy them!! in fact maybe its better if you dont!!! and the websites dont have to be like zara or h&m ... go on balmain or chanel if you want, play pretend and have fun!!

re: the last bullet point, i think a big turn off for people in terms of fashion is the idea that you need to wear something palatable and 'appropriate.' its like looking at a runway and thinking "its nice, but i would never wear that in real life." but honestly????? in a perfect world i would be wearing full gowns to the supermarket!!!! if your ideal style is imaginative but unattainable, your style in practice will be a microcosm of it. basically... dream big... dont be afraid to 'overdress' if its what you like!! one of the best pieces of advice i ever got was from my aunt, who offered to by me a plastic tiara. i asked her when i was ever going to wear it irl, and she just looked at me and said "??? you can wear it whenever you want to!!" so true!!! wear a tutu to mcdonalds. wear a bedazzled tux to prom. who cares

accessories, nail polish, hair, jewelry, perfume and makeup goes a long way in developing style. i dont wear a ton of makeup, but just putting some color on my cheeks achieves a kind of sunkissed lovestruck vibe that i strive for. i paint my nails red because i think its chic or bright colors so they contrast with a toned down outfit. even wearing no accessories is an accessory in itself. accessorizing (or specifically not accessorizing) is like adding texture to an outfit imo

anything that advises you about 'absolutely necessary essentials everyone needs' is entirely wrong. there is no one size fits all; i.e everyone says you need one good pair of denim jeans, but i havent worn jeans in two years!!! an essential for ME is a pair of neutral wool shorts, but an essential for another person could be a thick knit sweater or for another person, a flannel. the idea that everyone needs a 'little black dress' or a 'basic white t shirt' is preposterous. YOUR essentials depend entirely on YOUR style. a pair of denim jeans is useless if you hate wearing jeans!!!!

as for my personal style, im mostly influenced by movies, books, songs, characters, feelings, colors, high fashion, and costumes. ultimately, you should worry less about what you want to be and worry more about what you already like. every piece i have kind of plays into some narrative ive constructed, or otherwise theyre all special to me :) if you want to update your wardrobe, dont feel the need to over consume fast fashion (or any fashion for that matter) to do so. if you take it slow and buy pieces you really love, every item will have a story and you'll begin to develop a more stable internal style and they'll last longer :)

let me know if you have questions or want me to talk more about any of this because i really love answering these kinds of questions!!!!!! especially the body type thing because thats such an important but long winded thing i couldnt really fit it all LOL

some more videos + resources about style and fashion i think are interesting:

deep dive into kibbe body types

pinterest aesthetics, fatphobia, and white washing

lies about clothes to unlearn in your twenties

studio ghibli: how clothing shapes identity

breakfast at tiffanys style analysis: the reinvention of onself with fashion

will the millennial aesthetic ever end?

go viral, post #spon, get canceled: how social media transformed fashion in the 2010s

analyzing the "is it a cute outfit or is she just skinny?" meme

[rebamacncheese]

THSR Designer’s Notes: The Suit

This is the fourth in a series of posts where I break down the design choices I made for my illustrated Frozen 3 fan-script, True Hans Soul Rebel. Link here if you haven’t read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27113293/chapters/66207733

Without further ado, Marie’s suit. 

This suit is next level. Big brain. Peak Marie, as a character. This is when she decides to live bravely - face what she actually wants for the first time in her life, and experiment with self-expression beyond conformity. 

Now, before I go much further on this vein, I should acknowledge that everyone’s gender journey is different. While I like to think Marie’s story has some universal appeal, she’s not meant to, and could never, represent everyone’s experience. Many MTF people glow up from a masculine presentation to a high femme one, and that’s how they live their truth.

But for this story, and this character, I couldn’t see her going from one box of binary expectations to another and finding much happiness that way.  With the suit, she reclaims masculinity - and begins the end of an arc about reclaiming her past actions, her life and all its contradictions. 

Lets break it down. 

The concept of the suit was one of the earliest visual ideas I had for THSR. Here’s a draft, which predates me figuring out what to do with Marie’s sideburns, and most of the plot:

And here’s a slightly later, post-burns draft, which also predates Elsa’s ruffle dress:

Minor color changes and shaping aside, the outline is basically there. All the same things about the fairy tale prince wardrobe that made Hans the most conventional thing in a room make Marie the least. The masculine wear is offset by feminine adjustments to the silhouette - the hair bun, the cinched waist, and the heels. On shaping, Marie’s asymmetrical lapels are a whole choice as well, adapting the boxiness of Hans’ suit jacket for something fragmented, angular, and flattering to Marie’s chest. Gnc af, no attempt at all to appear straight, or even really cis. 

A major inspiration was, of course, Revolutionary Girl Utena. Especially in the waist shaping, themes of defiance, and the palette (we’ll get to colors in a bit)

The whole ball scene, really, is just Beauty and the Beast by way of Utena. Watch out for falling petals, folks!

I ended up changing the skirt-like flared coat tails in the final to a cut that drew more attention to fact that Marie is wearing pants. The pants are going to be a plot point, how Marie’s accidentally clocked by the trolls, so it’s important that they’re uncompromised. 

You have Captain Amelia, fellow sideburns queen, to thank for the new cut:

You also have her to blame for the heels, likely. The heels are impractical, a stretch for the soft butch look, and are really there because I thought they looked foxy. There is some gender-significance to them, if you’ll bear with me. At ~5′10″ (my estimate), Hans was a respectable height for man, while Marie is uncommonly tall for a woman and it’s a source of insecurity for her. Wearing four inch heels anyway, which elevates her a little taller than Kristoff, is a bold flex in that context.  And in Marie’s defense, she didn’t expect to be in action scene that evening. Come the third act, I’m sure she’s grateful that she gets to spend most of the final battle with her feet off the ground. 

The hair bun was, like the best decisions, so simple and something I just did because it felt right, intuitively. But it really makes the look, the capstone if you will, and so I want to talk about how that happened. First, I was watching a lot of Gentleman Jack at the time, and though the bun is just the period, this was in my mind as Victorian Butch Lesbian chic: 

Second, the high bun makes Marie’s profile very reminiscent of the first Disney makeover:

The effect with the suit ends up being a mashup of Prince Charming and Cinderella, effectively Disney canon’s Adam and Eve. 

A note on hair, this is the line I had to walk. I wanted the length to be long on a man, but short for a woman - while still long enough to be bun-able. In other words, Mulan length: 

What are buns? How does gender? Is hair a society?

Moving on. Color!

From the beginning, I wanted the dominant color of the suit to be black, or something very dark. This is in line with what makes Marie romantic to Elsa - she’s brooding, mysterious, anti-heroic. The specific shade I landed on, with midnight blue highlights, matches Elsa’s ruffle dress and ends up matching the black ice of THSR’s title cards. And it pops nicely in the green spring palace. 

The final dark-on-light scheme is an inversion of Hans’ main ensemble in Frozen 1:

And takes the red and gold accents from Hans’ off-white ball ensemble:

This shot is like, the rosetta stone for Marie’s characterization and ancient hansoglyphics btw. 

I see all of the Hans references in the suit design as character-driven on Marie’s end. A part of her walking right up to the line of what she can get away with. She’s almost daring Elsa and Anna to recognize her. 

Earlier versions of the suit played with warm colors more to break up the blocks of black, finding a way to rework the feminine magenta maybe. But, simpler is often better for something memorable, and the suit also has to look good with fiery wings later.

The suit will be destroyed in the end, as it must. 3/3 outfits burned in three days - perfect score, Marie. I do think that after the dust settles, this soft butch style is what she sticks with day-to-day going forward. 

Here’s a version for a christmas special I may or may not get around to:

THSR is a fantasy - on many fronts, including a queer power fantasy. A fairy tale - where my heroine is pressured into a classic feminine makeover, says “fuck it” and shows up to prom in tux. And then the fairest woman at the ball, a goddess in a gown like a waterfall, looks her and thinks “She’s so beautiful, I don’t know how to speak to her”. That’s what the suit is all about, to me, in the end. 

But, y’know, with all the gay, sexy, morally compromised fun we’re having, it seems somebody has gone overlooked, overshadowed. Neglected. What about Frozen’s first heroine? What about Marie’s antagonist?

Next time on the THSR Designer’s Notes, Anna gets off the bench. Watch this space :)

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Just to show you what this power looks like in your inbox. I present to you, my immortal, in it's entirety.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony’s name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn’t a Marie Sue ok she isn’t perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Draco, Draco!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco’s arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words………… Vampire!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire’s classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

“VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Draco came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Ebony, it’s not what you think!” Draco screamed sadly.

My friend B’loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

“What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!” Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Vampire, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Draco!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I’m bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

“But I’m not going out with Draco anymore!” said Vampire.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Draco and then I started to bust into tears.

Chapter 9.

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if dumbeldor swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson snap dosent lik harry now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn’t believe Draco for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Draco.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no nose and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn’t have a nose (basically like Voldemort in the movie) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn’t gothic. It was…… Voldemort!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted “Imperius!” and I couldn’t run away.

“Crookshanks!” I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Ebony.” he yelled. “Thou must kill Vampire Potter!”

I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn’t understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

“No, Voldemort!” I shouted back.

Voldemort gave me a gun. “No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” he yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. “I hath telekinesis.” he answered cruelly. “And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!” he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Draco came into the woods.

“Draco!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

Chapter 10.

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b’loody mary isn’t a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Vlodemort all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B’loody Mary, Vampire, Draco, Ron (although we call him Diabolo now. He has black hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Hargrid. Only today Draco and Vampire were depressed so they weren’t coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Draco was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn’t die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there’s no way I’m writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I’m a slut but I’m really not.

We were singing a cover of ‘Helena’ and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

“Ebony! Are you OK?” B’loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

“What the fuck do you think?” I asked angrily. And then I said. “Well, Voldemort came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Harry! But I don’t want to kill him, because, he’s really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. But if I don’t kill Harry, then Voldemort, will fucking kill Draco!” I burst into tears. Suddenly Draco jumped out from behind a wall.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” he shouted. “How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!” (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn’t cause he had a headache.

“What have you done!” He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) “Ebony Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.”

Chapter 11.

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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“NO!” I screamed. I was horrorfied! B’loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Dumbledore chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I slit both of my wrists. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit suicide. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed… Snap was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Loopin was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

“EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!” I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

“Abra Kedavra!” he yelled at Snape and Loopin pointing his womb. I took my gun and shot Snape and Loopin a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Dumblydore ran in. “Ebony, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted looking at Snape and Loopin and then he waved his wand and suddenly…

Hargrid ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

“What do you know, Hargrid? You’re just a little Hogwarts student!”

“I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!”

“This cannot be.” Snap said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Dumblydore’s wand had shot him. “There must be other factors.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!” I yelled in madly.

Loopin held up the camera triumelephantly. “The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!”

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

“Why are you doing this?” Loopin said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

“BECAUSE…BECAUSE….” Hargid said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

“Because you’re goffic?” Snap asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

“Because I LOVE HER!”

Chapter 12.

AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn’t really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

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I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Drago had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIRgrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. “How did u know?”

“I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in the school nurse’s office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snap and Loopin and HAHRID were there too. They were going to St. Mango’s after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can’t have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot gurlz. Dumbledore had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Hargrid came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

“Enoby I need to tell u somethnig.” he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

“Fuck off.” I told him. “You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don’t like fucked up preps like you.” I snapped. Hargrid had been mean to me before for being gottik.

“No Enoby.” Hargrid says. “Those are not roses.”

“What, are they goffs too you poser prep?” I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily. “No you didn’t I replied.” “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Snap and Loopin.” Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

“Whatever!” I yelled angirly.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. “These aren’t roses.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that’s all you haD TO SAY! .

“That’s not a spell that’s an MCR song.” I corrected him wisely.

“I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes.” Then he screamed. “Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!)imo noto okayo!”

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“OK I believe you now wtf is Drako?”

Hairgrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

“U c, Enobby,” Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?”

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Hargrid yelled. dUMBLydore lookd shockd. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Hairgrid stormed off back into his bed. “U r a liar, prof dumbledoree!”

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather minidress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

“You look kawai, girl.” B’loody Mary said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snap and Loopin couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in the Hair of Magical Magic Creatures. He looked all depressed because Draco had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way. “Hi back.” I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Dracos. Then……… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” shouted Professor McGoggle who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Vampire you fucker!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!” I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

“NO!” I ran up closer.

“I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

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SPECIAL FANGZ 2 RAVEN MY GOFFIX BLOOD SISTA WTF UR SUPPOZD 2 RIT DIS!11111111

HEY RAVEN DO U KNOW WHERE MY SWEATER I

Chapter 13.

AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!

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Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared.

“Dumbledore Dumblydore!” we both yelled. Dumbledore came there.

“What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?” he asked angrily.

“Volsemort has Draco!” we shouted at the same time.

He laughed in an evil voice.

“No! Don’t! We need to save Draco!” we begged.

“No.” he said meanly. “I don’t give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony.” he said while he frowned looking at me. “Besides I never liked him that much anyway.” then he walked away. Vampire started crying. “My Draco!” he moaned. (AN: don’t u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)

“Its okay!” I tried to tell him but that didn’t stop him. He started to cry tears of blood. Then he had a brainstorm. “I had an idea!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.” he said. He took out his wand and did a spell. Then…… suddenly we were in Voldemprt’s lair!

We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!” It was……………………………….. Voldemort!

Chapter 14.

AN: fuk off PREPZ ok! Raven fangz 4 helpin agen. im sory ah kudnt update but I wuz derperessd n I had 2 go 2 da hospital kuz I slit muh rists. PS im nut updating til u giv me 10 god revoiws!

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WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.

We ran to where Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was. Draco was there crying tears of blood. Snaketail was torturing him. Vampire and I ran in front of Snaketail.

“Rid my sight you despicable preps!” he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. “EbonyIloveyouwiluhavesexwithme.” he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)

“Huh?” I asked. ”Enoby I love you will you have sex with me?” asked Snaketail. I started laughing crudely. “What the fuck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fuck you? God, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard.” I said angrily. Then I stabbed him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.

“Nooooooooooooo!” he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died. I brust into tears sadly.

“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.

“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.

“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”

“Why would you wanna be ugly? I don’t like the preps anyway. They are such fucking sluts.” answered Draco.

“Yeah but everyone is in love with me! Like Snape and Loopin took a video of me naked. Hargrid says he’s in love with me. Vampire likes me and now even Snaketail is in love with me! I just wanna be with you ok Draco! Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?” I shouted angrily. (an” don’t wory enoby isn’t a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl hav told her shes pretty) “Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!” I shouted and then I ran away.

Chapter 15.

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tim sum1 flams me im gona slit muh ristsz! fangz 2 raven 4 hlpein!

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“Ebony Ebony!” shouted Draco sadly. “No, please, come back!”

But I was too mad.

“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Draco and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class.

I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out. Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned to Draco!

“Enoby I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then……………. he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it) right in front of the entire class! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .

“OMFG.” I said after he was finished. Some fucking preps stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Draco’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loopin shouted at us but he stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Hogsmede right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether. Chapter 16.

AN: u no wut! sut up ok! proov 2 me ur nut prepz! raven u suk u fuken bich gimme bak mah fukijn swteet ur supsd 2 rit dis! Raven wtf u bich ur suposd to dodis! BTW fangz 2 britney5655 4 techin muh japnese!

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We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. Volsemort and da Death Dealers!

“Wtf Draco im not going to a concert wid u!” I shouted angrily. “Not after what happened to me last time? Even if its MCR n u no how much I lik them”

“What cause we…you know…” he gadgetted uncomfortbli cause guys don’t like to talk a bout you-know-what.

“Yeah cause we you know!” I yielded in an angry voice.

“We won’t do that again.” Draco promised. “This time, we’re going with an ESCORT.”

“OMFG wtf/ Are you giving into the mainstream?” I asked. “So I guess ur a prep or a Christina or what now?”

“NO.” he muttered loudly.

“R u becoming a prep or what?” I shootd angrily.

“Enoby! I’m not! Pls come with me!” He fell down to his knees and started singing ‘Da world is black’ by GC to me.

I was flattened cause that’s not even a single, he had memorized da lyrks just 4 me!

“OK then I guess I will have to.” I said and then we frenched 4 a while and I went up 2 my room.

B’loody Mary was standing there. “Hajimemashite gurl.” she said happily (she spex Japanese so do i. dat menz ‘how do u do’ in japanese). “BTW Willow that fucking poser got expuld. she failed al her klasses and she skepped math.” (an: RAVEN U FUKIN SUK! FUK U!)

“It serves that fuking bich right.” I laughed angrily.

Well anyway we where felling all deprezzed. We wutsched some goffic movies like Das niteMARE b4 xmas. “Maybe Willow will die too.” I said.

“Kawai.” B’loody Mair shook her head enrgtically lethrigcly. “Oh yeah o have a confession after she got expuld I murdered her and den loopin did it with her cause he’s a necphilak.”

“Kawai.” I commnted happily . We talked to each other in silence for da rest uv da movie.

“OH HEY BTw, im going to a concert with drako tonight in Hogsmeade with mcr.” I sed. “ I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

B’Loody Mairy Nodded ENREGeticALLlY. “Omfg totally lets go shopping.”

“In Hot Topic, right?” I asked, already getting out my spshcial Hot Topic Loiyalty carde.

“No.” My head snaped up.

‘WHAT?” my head spuin. I could not believe it. “B’Loody Mary are u a PREP?”

“NOOOO!NOOOO!” She laughed. “I found some cool goffic stores near Hogwarts that’s all.”

“Hu told u abut them” I askd sure it would be Drako or Diabolo or Vampire(don’t even SAY that nam to me!). Or me.

“Dumblydore.” She sed. “Let me just call our broms.”

“OMFFG DUMBLYDORE?” I asked quietly.

“Yah I saw the map for Hogsmeade on his desk.” She told me. “Come on let’s go.”

We were going in a few punkgoff stores SPECIALLY for the concerts in Hogsmeade. The salesperson was OMG HOTTER THAN GERARD EXCEPT NOT CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE and he gave me a few dresses. “We only have these for da real goffs.”

“Da real goffs?” Me and B’Loody Mary asked.

“Yah u wouldn’t believe how many posers ther are in this town man! Yesterday loopin and snap tried to buy a goffic camera pouch.” He shook his head. “I dint even no they had a camera.”

“OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!” I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit.

“Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit” The salesperson said.

“Yeah it looks totlly hot.” said B’Loody Mary.

“You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit. Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah I am actually.” I looked back at him. “Hey BTW my name’s ebondy dark’ness dementia TARA way what’s yours?”

“Tom Rid.” He said and ran a hand through his black-dyed hair. “maybe I’ll see you there tonight.”

“Yeah I don’t think so cause I am going there with my bf drako you sick perv!” I yelled angrily, but before he could beg me to go with him, Hargrid flew in on his black broom looking worried. “OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!”

huh. my immortal is shorter than i remember

[feral-pansexual]

The Butt of the Joke

A Wade Barnes (LordMinion777) X GN! Reader story

By: Sunflower 🌻

(In this fic, Wade never met Molly, no shade, I love Molly she’s totally cool)

You’d known the boys (Mark, Bob and Wade) since college when you had served them drinks at the local college bar. Eventually you became a central part of the group, when they all started doing Youtube you played multiplayer games with them but never on camera or with your real name, nor did you have your own channel, you just helped the boys grow thiers. On all their channels you were known simply as “Mud” , a nickname you had been given from the boys for having drunkenly tripped in a puddle splashing mud all over yourself and them the first night you’d met. You were always at Wade’s defense when Mark and Bob teased him on camera, quickly making you a favorite on all channels, everyday you’d have the boys tell you about how the fans really wanted for you to make your own channel. After a few weeks of pressure you eventually gave the fans what they wanted. Your very own channel, Mud[Prince/Princess] and facecam. Your first video on your channel was a Drunk Minecraft with the boys, soon after you all had uploaded your seperate videos, you got many comments from fans about how much they were surprised by your appearance as you usually played as (opposite gender) and had a pretty androgynous voice. But nonetheless they loved you. Years later, it's 2017 now, you were quite popular, despite your initial reluctance to show your face to the world it was now your full time career, well known for collabs with Wade in particular. You, as much as you wanted to move out west with Mark, decided to stay in Ohio with Wade and Bob. Mark invited and flew you all out to LA for a Truth or Death video just like he had done with Tyler and Ethan. It was your turn in the hot seat, meaning if you couldn't correctly interpret what Wade was saying and determine if it was a lie, you’d be dunked with a huge bucket full of ice-water. You had the loud songs of (Favorite artist) blasting in your ears and soundproof headphones over that so you had to rely on reading Wade’s lips. Wade tapped your shoulder to get your attention before speaking. You carefully read his lips, you couldn't put your finger on it but you sensed he was nervous about what he was saying.

You tentatively spoke “ I've had a brush on Mao since Kool-Aid?”

Wade shook his head. He held up one finger to signal that you had one more try. He spoke the sentence once more. You looked down at his hands and noticed that they were shaking. It clicked in your head.

This time you spoke with confidence “I’ve had a crush on you since college. Er False.”

Wade shook his head at you and Bob poured the freezing cold water over your head. He took the headphones off you and hugged you close.

It’s true, Y/N, I love you, and I was hoping to ask, if- if Mark doesn't mind me ruining his recording, if you’d go out with me, Mud?”

Before you could answer Mark interjected with “RUINED? DUDE THE FANS HAVE BEEN SHIPPING YOU TWO FOR YEARS, THEY’LL LOVE THIS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Mark’s interjection was followed by laughter from everyone. After the laughter quieted down, you took a deep breath in.

“I’d love to, Wade.”

You stood on your tip-toes to reach the tall man’s lips and pulled his face down to meet yours in a short kiss for the camera. When your lips parted Wade’s face was red and he was sputtering trying to say something. Mark and Bob laughed their asses off as you interrupted Wade’s unintelligible stuttering with another kiss. This time his face was nearly beet coloured when you two parted. Amy cut the recording there for the day. After a day of edits the video was published and you and Wade were cuddling together on Mark’s couch scrolling through the comments. Most were just fan girls exclaiming that they had called this since the first Drunk Minecraft episode you appeared in, but a few had some very nice heartfelt words about how they supported you two no matter what you identified as. Wade leaned down and gave you a peck on the forehead.

“I love you Y/N.” he said softly.

~End~

You’re Gonna Laugh

A Bob Muyskens (Muyskerm) X GN! Reader story

By: Sunflower

(btw, in this fic, Bob never met Mandy)

You met Bob last year during the beginning of quarantine. You first met him when he had ordered some food from Grubhub, you delivered his food and smiled and waved. That was it until a few days later you started to get almost daily orders from Bob, you hated to admit it but you thought he was cute and whenever your best friend got orders from Bob you’d offer to do his orders instead. You saw Bob everyday now, sometimes twice, but for you it wasn’t enough. Seconds after driving away from his home you’d already be pining, wishing you could just work up the courage to say something, anything.

Bob’s P.O.V

I wish I could just say something to that cute delivery (gender). I can’t keep inviting Wade over to help me eat all this fucking food everyday. Ugh, I’ve got to say something to them tomorrow, I'm so tired of eating chinese everyday. I can do this.

“Wade I need your help with something important”

“Is this about that delivery person you keep ordering from? Because if I have to eat one more grain of rice I might vomit.”

“Yes, but don’t worry, you won’t have to help me eat for this. I just need you to-”

[Back to regular POV]

Y/N was so excited, another order from Bob. You looked nervously at the road, heart pounding in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were over the stage of refusing to admit your crush, you were absolutely smitten with the man, from his soft smile to the way he looked down at his feet when you looked him in the eyes. You pulled up to Bob’s house and got out of your car. You had a plan, you had a bouquet of camellia flowers behind your back, you were going to ask him on a date. You knocked on the door and waited in tense silence for him to open the door. Bob opened the door dressed in a very nice black suit with a blue tie. You were confused but before you could say anything, Bob spoke.

“Please, Y/N come in, I have something to ask of you.”

He led you into his dining room and to his dining table, you set the food down on the table. There was a very nice set up, a vase with carnations, a single candle, empty plates set up with silverware.

“Please sit.”

You sat down awestruck. You fumbled and pulled out the camellia flowers.

“I got these for you, I was going to ask you on a date but it seems you beat me to the punch.” you laughed nervously. Suddenly Bob seemed to relax.

“We’re such doofuses, asking each other out at the same time.” he laughed, letting his shoulders relax. You laughed along with him. “Hey Wade! You were supposed to get us drinks!”

You heard an “Oh sorry Bob.” from the kitchen before a tall thin man in a similar suit brought you two nice cocktails. He grabbed the food you put on the table and your plates. “Food will be out in a minute.” said who you assumed to be Wade.

“Bob- this is so nice, thank you, honestly, I'm glad you asked first, I was about to puke from nerves.” you giggled into your hand. Bob just smiled at you.

“It’s the least I could do for someone as [beautiful/handsome] as you. Someone as kind as you. Someone as sweet as you. Someone who works as hard as you do. Honestly, if anything you’re doing me a favor.”

“Bob, you flatter me. But I’m not that great, but I do appreciate the compliment.” You smiled at him softly.

Bob smiled back. “WADE! HURRY UP WITH THE FOOD! Sorry about that Y/N, eer, well err, um-” Bob fumbled around with something in his pocket and looked at it under the table. “So do you just do delivery full time? Or do you have another job or are you still in college?”

“I’m also in a concert band, I play trumpet. So I only do delivery part time.”

“You play trumpet? I played the trombone!”

“Really? That's so cool! So what do you do for work?”

“I uh, I do Youtube, I play videogames.”

“Really? That's so cool! I wish I could get paid to play video games!”

Here's the end! If you have any requests for either Sunflower or Silver, feel free to ask. Ciao!

[josefavomjaaga]

Sir Robert Wilson on Murat and Eugène

Okay, so I said I would read up on Wilson first before reading anything by him – but I had already looked into the second volume of his diaries, and this is just perfect: During the final days of March and April 1814, when the First Empire ended in Upper Italy, he visited both Murat and Eugène and had dinner with them.

Please bear with me, this is going to be lengthy. Plus, I do not know if these diaries were truely private or intended for publication, so I have no clue in how far they were edited later and how trustworthy they are as a source.

We start off in mid-March. Eugène is still holding the Mincio line for Napoleon. Murat has received the ratification of his treaty with Austria but is still on awful terms with Austrian Field Marshal Bellegarde – and with Bentinck [»Lord William«, as Wilson writes], of course.

March 15th – As I am of the species of anecdote collectors, I must note a speech of Beauharnois at Verona, which has made an impression in his favour, although it is not sufficiently towering for a hero's last struggle and would rather suit a sixth than a fifth Henry:

"Pour moi, je suis monté par un escalier si bas que je ne me ferai pas du mal en descendant. Je n'aurai que du chagrin pour ma femme, née et elevée princesse."

In English: "As for me, I have climbed a staircase from so low that I shall not harm myself on the way down. I will only grieve for my wife, born and bred a princess." That was Eugène’s usual attitude. Auguste did the same, in reverse: Of course she never wanted that crown of Italy for herself. But her Eugène (best of husbands™) deserved it so much more than anyone else in Napoleon’s family!

There are many others recorded equally meek; and this humility of spirit, combined with other good qualities and his present martial and military conduct, excites great interest in his favour.[...]

Yesterday, Colonel Cattanelli arrived and brought me advice that Lord William and Murat were at Reggio, contending for and against the British occupation of Tuscany. [...]

March 20th - We have no further advices from Reggio, but are most anxious to know the result of Murat's and Lord William's final conference.

Cattanelli tells me that Murat said to him: "Whereever I am in all the great battles, I have seen General Wilson. He is certainly one of the most distinguished officers, and if it had not been for him, we should in various instances in Russia have got through much better. He has done us infinite harm, but it is a fatality that he should always be opposed to me." He then continued his remarks, observing that I was an enemy to him, his family, the French nation etc. Cattanelli told him that he had heard me extol his military conduct, which pleased him much.

The fact is that I have not written a line or given an opinion under the influence of personal feeling. I have not shown the smallest prejudice in conversation or official correspondence, although I consider Murat's conduct as very dishonourable with reference to his benefactor. I have always said that the Allies did not give his renegade zeal fair trial, and that our present propositions are inadmissable by a King of Naples having only an armistice with England.

There is a reason, why, personally, I would wish to serve Murat. He now knows it, and will be satisfied that at all events I respect myself too much to wrong him.

March 29th, Bologna. - In consequence of the difficulties which existed and seemed to increase, I was requested by Lord William to negotiate with Murat. Constant to the principle of promoting public utility, I acquiesced, but I felt much personal reluctance. […]

At midday I went with Lord William, and was introduced to Murat. He received me very amicably; and we had more than an hour's very interesting conversation on past military events, particularly those relating to the Russian campaign; and I acquired some valuable information on that subject. Murat's dress was singular. Hair curled in Roman coiffure—two ringlets, or what, à la Parisienne, are styled “pensées”, dependent on each shoulder. Blue uniform coat, red pantaloons, yellow shoes, with spurs; sword, with three pictures in the handle. His countenance martial, his manners soft, his conversation easy and intelligent. I reserve further opinion until I have transacted business with his Majesty.

30th. — I dined with the Duke di Gallo - a handsome entertainment and a well-chosen party. In the evening went to the opera. Murat was seated as a Sultan -- princes and dukes all standing behind his throne-chair. He is by far the best actor that has appeared in the royalty theatre. This morning Lord William is gone to have an interview with the Pope. I am left to negotiate. I find myself much like the Allies in France—without any base for operations, line of communication uncertain, various interests clashing, and no unity of direction. [...]

April 1st. —On the evening of the 29th, at half-past six, I was at the dinner-table with Murat. The banquet was according to all the rules of perfect gastronomy. The master's manners were very gracious. It was impossible for Lord Chesterfield to have done the honours better. A certain high personage in England would, I am sure, ever feel a little jealous of his kingly courtesies. There was somewhat more of ceremony in the arrangement of the table than I ever witnessed before in royal fêtes. Murat occupied one whole side himself. Three persons sat opposite, and two at each end. With the exception of this distinction, there was no extraordinary attention paid to him, and the conversation was as general, fluent, and free as in private society. After dinner was over we remained talking till near eleven o'clock. I fought with his Majesty all the battles over again which we had witnessed together. He was exceedingly interesting, very candid, and by no means a Gascon for himself or his brethren in arms. I profited by this opportunity again to acquire information on various subjects which he was best qualified to give, and which may tend to make a posthumous memorandum of the late campaigns more valuable. […]

3rd. - I, yesterday, had a very long audience of Murat, and received his ultimatum on the subject of Lord William's demands. I begged, however, to have the statement in writing, and Murat promises to give it under his own hand. I think his case a good one. In foro conscientiæ he is justified. He has had much reason to feel mistrust and suspect hostile intentions under the pretext of peace. […]

Wilson actually lists up a whole bunch of reasons why Murat was justified both to mistrust the Allies and to break away from Napoleon, including Napoleon's intended takeover of Naples. So, in comparison with what he wrote on March 20, his opinion of Murat seems to have improved much by the end, on meeting him personally and on hearing his side of the story.

I skip over some stuff: The Allies and a bit later the Italians receive the news of Napoleon's abdication, which leads to a first military convention between Eugène and Bellegarde. Then we get the anti-French riots in Milan as soon as the senate tries to install Eugène as king of Lombardy, Pina gets tortured to death. That’s the point when Eugène quits the game.

25th. —Events have streamed so rapidly that I cannot attempt to note their progress. Yesterday, Marshal Beauharnois agreed to surrender the kingdom of Italy. The insurrection at Milan and the intelligence of Buonaparte's cession of the iron crown, with other circumstances, determined that measure.

I have, in my despatch to Lord Castlereagh, rendered justice to his conduct as an administrator, a general, and a man.

I passed the whole of yesterday evening with Beauharnois and in Mantua, and enjoyed very interesting conversation on all subjects. He treated me with a confidence that very few friends could experience from a person in his situation, and earnestly begged that I would see him again to pursue our discourses. There is unquestionably great satisfaction in a reception which gives proof of previous good repute, and shows the existence of unlimited credit on the heart's stores. [...]

Well, if I may suggest – don’t flatter yourself too much. That has, I fear, a lot to do with Eugène and rather little with you. (And btw, Eugène was not a marshal!)

The dinner was a most agreeable part of the day's entertainment, not only because we did not sit down till 7 o'clock in the evening, which is a great extension beyond 2 o 'clock, but because the society was very select, there not being more than eight, including three ladies appertaining to the Princess whose presence embellished the company. The Princess was herself not visible, having been confined only eight days, but they say she is very handsome. Her children, four of whom I saw, are of the best appearance and manners.

Beauharnois asked much after the Duke and Duchess of Bedford.

And that’s because he kinda knew the duchess pretty well before she became the duchess, during the peace of Amiens, when all the Brits crowded Paris. (There had even been talk about marriage but in the end either First Consul Bonaparte or the Duchess of Gordon decided against it.)

He is altered, but has a great resemblance to Moreau, and is as plain as Murat is gaudy in his dress. He is, in my opinion, just the man to suit some good Englishmen of my acquaintance.

Something makes me think he does not intend this to be a compliment 😉.

27th. — Yesterday, Beauharnois and his Princess arrived here. The preceding day there was much reason to fear that there might be obstacles to his departure, as the Italian generals, etc, were greatly displeased with the second convention which surrendered the capital and the fortresses without any arrangement made for them, according to the express stipulation of the first convention to that effect. I think, however, that Beauharnois does right; especially as Berthier desired him to withdraw, and the people had commenced a senseless and what threatened to be a very sanguinary insurrection, only to be repressed in its first outbreak by the presence of an Austrian force. [...]

The Princess, although only brought to bed twelve days, bore the journey very well; but Assalini tells me that she is very delicate, and that he fears the more for her as her mother died after child-birth. I have just sent her a bottle of Tokay from the cellar of John Sobieski. It was given me when I was in Warsaw, and I have carried it about intact on the presumption that I might one day apply the nectar to a better purpose than the gratification of my own palate. If I have not, as I hope, combined the “ utile dulci,” I have at least combined in this instance the “decorum dulci,” and this is more in character.

28th - Yesterday, Beauharnois showed me a letter from his sister, the Queen of Holland. It was full of anecdote about Buonaparte, the Empresses, etc, and proved that she possessed much good sense and good feeling. One of her remarks was—“Fatality determined that no experience, no counsel, not even the Emperor's own intelligent mind should discover the bandage which it had bound over his eyes. The perception of the heart was wanting, and great geniuses rarely possess it. He has been abandoned almost by all. Rustan (the Mameluke) is even about to quit, and when I saw the Empress Louisa the other day, she had not more than one valet-à-pied in her service. She came to the advanced posts to embrace her father before she followed her husband, but it is now said that she will not be allowed to go after him. It is true that he was not latterly kind to you, but I am sure you will remark only his benefactions at this time.” The tears started in the eyes of Beauharnois as he read.

May 1st. - I dined on the 29th with the Prince Eugène, the Princess and three ladies of her court; no other persons present. A conversation of five hours enabled me to travel over much matter, but without exhausting our subjects. I had every reason to be pleased with the Prince, and to be assured that we did not separate without a mutual wish to meet again. He was very anxious that I should be at Paris when he was there, but as I hate traitors and cowards - however beneficial their treason and baseness — I shall not sojourn in that city. I would rather be Buonaparte, to have written his last bulletin, than any one of the yet prosperous renegades.

So, to sum up: Murat fascinating but hard to assess, Eugène plain boring. No surprises there.

[cutesuki--bakugou]

A Silent Love

Secret lovers just can’t keep their hands off each other. 

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit Words:  4690 Genre: Romance / Fluff Warnings: Sex (public), cursing, alcohol, non-consensual touching (not by Bakugou and not sexual)

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Under the cut~

You could be such a god damned tease sometimes. Yes, Bakugou loved it, watching you strut around with that natural sway of your hips that drove him crazy. Your smile, your curves and that sly sideways glance you liked to give him were all equally as tempting. What was even better about it all was that you were all his. Every inch of that beautiful body was at his disposal, anytime and anywhere he wanted. You crumbled at his mercy with just a simple touch, the two of you wanting nothing more than to pleasure each other. He wanted to take you right now, to pull you off into a remote corner of this hell of a venue and fuck you up against the wall. But, no matter how badly he wanted, he knew that he couldn’t. 

Why? Because you were both at a large Pro Hero convention, representing your own brands. Technically, you were competition to him, since your agency just so happened to be in his region. The two of you found yourselves constantly fighting to drag in the villains and keep up your popularity. The rivalry was good PR material, and so even though you were seeing each other, you kept it up. Yes, it was made harder by the fact that not a single soul knew that you two were dating, and that is what was frustrating him the most at this particular moment. It was the time of the convention that involved a formal dinner, where everyone dressed their best and focused on networking. 

Bakugou hated networking. He didn’t need people in high places to help him, he had grown through the ranks all on his own. It was all his own power, his strength and somewhat questionable methods. You were the same, which is why he had fallen so hard for you and vice versa. He wanted nothing more than to have you on his arm, to show you off to the world that you were his lover. Still, a mutual decision was made to hide it until necessary, and in truth, you both liked the secrecy. It gave you privacy, a way to avoid being constantly harassed by the media. Sooner or later, you both figured that someone would find out, then you would roll with whatever happens. But now, at this particular event, Bakugou wanted to blow his cover if it would keep the damn vultures off of you. 

Men had a tendency to swarm you. It was nothing that you were doing to attract them outside of just being yourself, which is what had drawn him to you in the first place, too. But now that he had won your affection, all the other men were nothing but little flies buzzing around your head and annoying you constantly. Bakugou wanted to take you into his arms, kiss and even fuck you on the table just to prove that none of them had a chance. It was a horrible fantasy, Bakugou knew this, one of the more extreme versions of his thoughts to keep them away from you. That particular thought was mostly drawn forth by the fact that you were taking great pleasure in teasing him from afar. 

Sensual glances, a peek down the front of your dress, and that sweet sway of your hips as you walked by him all made his blood boil. You had even hugged him earlier in a fake greeting, squeezing your body against his and making him want to do nothing more than sweep you off your feet and take you back to his hotel room. That little [color] dress you wore fit you so perfectly, caressing your curves and flattering your skin tone so well that he was just itching to touch you. Yet, for the sake of your shared secret, he stayed silent and watched from afar. 

It was interesting to him how nice you seemed to be to people that approached you. Typically, you preferred to act much like him, to hide in the corner and wait for it to be over. Something must have been making you very happy. Perhaps it was just his presence, that he was close enough to protect or divert attention if necessary. It was something he hadn’t had to do just yet, but at the moment, there was a man who was being a little too persistent, even after you had tried to shrug him off. His time may just come, the instant you gave him a ‘help me’ look, he wouldn’t hesitate. 

“This wine is very good,” You noted as the man beside you mentioned for the fifth time how good it was. “I’ve only had one glass, but it seems--” 

“Only one?!” He proclaimed, annoying you beyond belief. “C’mon, [Name], you gotta have some more! How can you enjoy the party without a little alcohol to loosen you up a bit, hm?” It was then that he slipped an arm around your shoulders, instantly making you shy away. 

“Nah, I’m good, really. No, no I’m good and I’m definitely not going to drink from your glass.” You finally took a few steps back from him, nearly ready to make a scene or run to your secret boyfriend, who was surely fuming by now. 

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared I got cooties?” 

“Oh fuck off, we’re not children.” You gave a hearty laugh along with your snap, trying to make it sound not so… mean. Even though you wanted to tell him to go shove that glass up his ass. “I’m just not into that.” 

“It’s so unlady-like to curse. You’ve been working too closely with that Bakugou, he’s a bad influence on you and your agency.” He waddled a finger at you like you really were a child, and the urge to break it was only quelled by the fact that you saw Bakugou stand out of the corner of your eye. 

With a scoff, you crossed your arms, turning to face the tall and brawny blonde as he was already making his way over. “Bakugou!” You called, the name unfamiliar on your tongue and making you long for the sweet taste of his given name on your lips. “Do you think you’re a bad influence on me?” 

“The fuck?” Bakugou glowered down at you, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m a bad influence on anyone I meet, if they bother to take influence from me, which is their fucking mistake in the first place. I’m no ones god damned babysitter.” His crimson glare moved to the man that had been pestering you, becoming darker out of natural annoyance. “Not like this little twats opinion matters.” 

“Excuse me?” The man pointed his wine glass at him, which was nearly full and threatened to spill. “I’ll have you know I’m a CEO of a support items company and I--” 

“--Need to fuck off. You need to fuck off, you’re right.” Bakugou gave him a firm slap on the shoulder, giving it a good squeeze to get his point across. “Now. Unless you’d like the entire party to know how much of a douche you are.” 

“I’ve only been nice to not ruin your image.” You spoke up, arms crossed over your chest. “But I’ll gladly talk as loud as I can to really get people to listen.” 

Trembling from anger, defeat and rejection, the spiffly dressed CEO scoffed, shrugging Bakugou’s hand off of him. “You’re both filth! You don’t deserve your ranking as heros with such awful personalities!” As he spoke, he used his hands, and with a dimwittedness that made you gasp out in shock, he spilled his entire cup of wine all down the front of your dress. You had tried to evade, taking a few steps back, but you weren’t fast enough. Bakugou was, however, snatching the man by the front of the shirt, his free hand prepped to blow him away with his quirk as he snarled. 

“You fucking prick! You did that on purpose!” 

“N-No, it was an accident!” 

“Kats- I mean, Bakugou, don’t--!” Your panicked voice and hand on his chest quickly calmed Bakugou down, alleviating the red from his vision. Without you, he would have decked the guy for sure, but your teary eyes and ashamed posture quickly made him realize his attention was on the wrong person. With a scoff, Bakugou released the man roughly, sending him falling backwards onto his backside. In the same moment, he shrugged off his nice suit coat, placing it around your shoulders so you could hide the damage to the best of your ability. 

“Go chase someone else, you fucking dickhead,” Bakugou barked at the man on the ground as he ushered you towards the exit. “Get a fucking life.” 

Keeping your head down to avoid looks from the other hundreds of people in the room, you didn’t speak until you were both out in the hall, headed towards the bathroom. “Katsuki, that was so embarrassing! My dress is ruined! I almost wanted to let you punch the shit out of him.” 

“I think I would have been arrested if I did. I’m sure he’s going to try to call security on me just because I pushed him. I’m sorry, [Name]. What do you want to do?” 

Sniffling, you struggled against the urge to lay your head on his arm, not wanting to nurture the suspicion that surely bloomed in the ballroom. “I have a change of clothes in the big bathrooms with the showers and lockers. I’ll just fix myself up and… go back, I guess.” 

“You seriously want to go back?” 

“We’re two of the top heroes in the country, Katsuki, we have to.” You looked up at him, feeling your heart flutter at the visible concern on his furrowed brow. Smiling, you eased his tension just a bit, softening his expression. “It’ll be okay. The party was almost over, anyway…” 

Eventually, the two of you reached the large locker room, where you both stopped before entering. With a sly smile, you nodded towards the door. “Come in with me. There’s places to hide if someone else comes in.” 

“What if someone else is already in here?” Bakugou glowered down at you, even though the thought was incredibly enticing. “That’s worse.” 

“Oh, give me a minute, I’ll check.” With that, you scurried into the room, letting the door shut behind you. After a quick sweep of the large locker room, you decided that it was indeed empty, going back to the entrance to let him in. “It’s good!”

After a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one would notice, Bakugou slipped inside, letting his arm rest around your back. “If we get caught in here, our secret will be blown.” 

“Mm, I don’t care.” You cupped his cheeks softly, pushing yourself up to kiss him, feeling tingles spread across your skin as he was quick to return the affection. “I just want to be alone with you. It’s so hard to stay away!” After one more quick peck, you made your way towards the lockers to fetch your change of clothes. Holding his hand as you went, Bakugou trailed along behind you, free hand in his pocket as he glanced around the room to grow familiar with it. It was a typical locker room, with a section of lockers and bathroom stalls, which had full coverage doors and would be a perfect hiding spot if he needed it. There were also showers with curtains and a row of sinks with mirrors. Each section was basically in it’s own separate room, with motion sensor lights that were currently only shining down on them in the lockers area. 

Stopping by your specific locker, you punched in the code you had created and opened it up, pulling out your bag. Watching curiously, Bakugou stood back a bit to give you room. “Did you expect there to be a mess or something?” 

Shrugging off his coat, you laid it down on a bench. “Well, you know I like to be prepared for emergencies. I figured if something happened this would be better than going back to the hotel room. And… this dress is a little too small for me anyway, I thought that the zipper might bust.” 

With a chuckle, Bakugou came up behind you, helping you to unzip your dress. “How the hell did you even get it zipped up?” 

“An hour and a lot of anger.” 

“Hm.” Unable to really think of a response, Bakugou found himself distracted by your skin as it appeared beneath the zipper, which stopped right below the base of your hips with a teasing peek of your cute underwear. “I like those.” 

“Like what?” 

“Your underwear.” He slipped his hands beneath the dress to caress your sides, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder before trailing more up your neck. “Those are my favorite ones. Is there a reason for that?” 

The growl of his voice in your ear and the heat of his touch made you shiver, smiling as you tenderly reached up to caress his cheek. “Besides the fact that you can’t see them beneath my dresses? They’re your favorite, of course. I thought seeing them would excite you.” 

“And when would I get to see them?” 

“Well after teasing you for a while longer I was going to drag you off somewhere to take your frustrations out on me. But that got ruined.” Turning your head, you caught his lips in a kiss, allowing your body to rest back against his as his hands slipped around to your front. The tingling in your core was quickly smothered as he gave an annoyed grunt into the kiss, his fingers sticking to your skin that had gotten wet with the wine. 

“It did. And you’re fucking sticky… and smell like wine.” As he removed his hands from your dress, you huffed, glowering up at him with flushed cheeks as you stepped out of the dress the rest of the way. 

“Well it’s not my fault that asshole decided to be a prick! I don’t want to have to take a whole damn shower…” You tossed the dirtied dress down onto the bench beside your other belongings in a mangled mess, the dark red stains only further fueling your anger. 

“You don’t have to, just come here.” Bakugou had made his way to the row of sinks, all connected by one large vanity. Currently washing his hands, he watched you through the mirror as you sighed, making your way to him with your arms crossed over your chest. When you reached him, he took a moment to shake the water from his hands before he helped you sit up onto the counter, ignoring your hiss of shock from how cold it was against the bare skin of your ass and thighs. 

Snatching some paper towels, Bakugou wet them under the running water he was using, getting a little bit of soap on them as well. You leaned back on your hands as you watched him, not embarrassed about your exposed chest, as he had seen, touched and kissed every inch of you by now. Dating for two years will get you to that point, afterall, where there is not a hint of shame between you. In truth, although you were scared to tell him, you truly loved him with every little bit of your soul. You dreamed of finally coming out to the public about your relationship, about getting married and even having a family with him. But, it was such an intense subject that you feared speaking to him about it, worried he may not feel the same. 

Now, your adoration for him was only made more intense, especially as he cleaned your stomach and chest with such a tender and attentive touch. His expression stern, he was highly focused on making sure to get every dirtied inch of you, and although nothing he was doing was sexual, it still made your heart race. How could he do this and not actually love me, you thought to yourself, only able to chance quick glances up at his face in your bashful state. Two years and not a single ‘I love you’ from either of us… I just need to suck it up and say it. He’s probably thinking the same thing… 

“Thank you, Katsuki…” You spoke with a quiet softness, finally swallowing your embarrassment to catch his gaze with your own. Pausing his work as he grew distracted from your words, Bakugou leaned forward and kissed you softly, caressing your sides tenderly with both hands. 

“No problem. You know I’ll take any chance to get to rub on you.” A sly smirk crossed his lips as he squeezed your ribs, making you giggle and lean forward into him. 

“Oh whatever, that’s not the only reason. You know damn well it’s because you care about me.” You let your arms rest up around his neck, smiling against his lips as he tugged you a bit closer to the edge. “Because I’m your baby.” 

“Is that what you are?” Bakugou abandoned the paper towel in his hand in favor of feeling your skin, keeping your body close to his. “My babygirl?” His smirk only grew as you had a visible reaction to the nickname, goosebumps spreading across your skin as you gave a slight nibble to your bottom lip. “Like that, do you?” 

You didn’t just like it. You loved it. Anytime he called you by any sweet or sexual nickname you felt like you would melt, making your body and heart only ache more for him. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” Bringing one hand around to caress his neck, your lips curled into a sly smile. “I think you’ll have to do some investigating to find out.” 

The words barely left your lips before he kissed your fiercely, tugging your body to the very edge of the counter. You would surely fall off if not for his body between your legs, and you were at the perfect height for doing exactly what you both had been craving the entire night. Even if it was just a quickie, it would alleviate the tension just long enough to finish with the party and get back to his hotel room. With practiced fingers, you were quick to undo his belt, tugging his pants loose until you could pull his hard and aching cock from his boxers. Just touching his strong and girthy manhood made your head swim, wishing desperately for the moment when it would enter you. 

Pussy already so wet you knew it was dripping, it only took a quick moment to push your underwear aside before he was inside you. You couldn’t hold back a gasp as he filled you up, clutching onto his shoulders tightly as he dug his cock in as deep as he could. “Oh fuck, Katsuki--” Your voice squeaked as he began to thrust, forcing you to lean back on your hands for extra support. Ignoring the rocking of your body with each thrust, you instead kept your eyes on his hips, loving to watch the way he fucked you. He knew the exact speed that got you off, how deep and hard you liked it without you ever having to ask or beg for a single thing. Unless, he wanted you to beg, which you did without hesitation. There were times where you felt positive that you would do anything just to feel his cock inside you. 

“What, you little cock hungry slut. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all night?” Bakugou gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The lustful fire in his eyes only made you hotter, though you were unable to find it in you to answer, your moans and gasps of pleasure taking the lead. He didn’t seem to need an answer, only increasing his roughness until you were nearly writhing at his mercy. “You want it so bad? You’re going to fucking get it.” 

“Y-yes, Katsuki!” You were finally able to speak, his warning boiling the excitement within you. “Please, fuck me harder!” Just as you were about to get your request, Bakugou stopped, staring intently into the mirror behind you. Panting and aching for him to continue, you thought for a moment that he was just further teasing you, though you didn’t notice the confused glare on his face in your hazy pleasured state. “Hey, Katsuki, why’d you-- mmph!” 

You gripped his arm as he clasped a hand over your mouth, shushing you with a sharp hiss in the same moment. It was then that you could hear it, soft giggling out in the hallway and excited drunken talking from other women. With a soft curse, Bakugou removed himself from you, holding onto his pants with one hand while the other snatched your wrist. Not wanting to be caught either, you followed him to the toilet stalls, where he shut the door behind you as softly as he could. Locking it, he stopped for a moment to try and listen for the intruders, grumbling in annoyance as they were clearly now inside the locker room. 

Keeping your voice to a whisper, you pushed yourself up on your toes to whisper into his ear. “Do you think they heard us?” 

Knowing his voice wasn’t quiet enough to talk, Bakugou shrugged, looking down at you instead of at the door. The frustration on his face was obvious, and you had to admit that you were just as upset. Still, your eyes fell back to look at his still rock hard cock, just begging for attention. Your pussy aching just as fiercely, you gave his earlobe a teasing nibble, pressing your body into his. “Don’t stop, Katsuki… I want you to keep fucking me.” 

The stone wall was cold against your chest as he shoved you against it, but you had little time to adjust as he slipped himself back into you. Biting down onto your bottom lip, you struggled to keep yourself silent, his cock reaching so deeply into you with each thrust you thought you may just go insane. The sounds of the women chatting about in the locker room were of little consequence, knowing that as long as you didn’t let a single moan slip through, they wouldn’t notice. Bakugou was even attentive enough to avoid the slapping of skin, though that didn’t stop him from growling taunting words into your ear. 

“Think you can keep quiet?” He tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers threatening to bruise. “I think you’re going to slip up, babygirl.” The teasing words were soon joined by his fingers against your clit, rubbing in rhythm with his thrusts. Your hips arched up higher in reaction, feeling his cock slamming even deeper inside of you. Sure enough, you almost lost your control, digging your nails into the stone wall as you clamped your teeth together. Not wanting to give in, you gave a small shake of your head in defiance. You quickly realized that was a mistake, able to feel him smirk against your ear in acceptance of your silent challenge. 

In that instant, his teeth clamped down hard onto your neck, biting and suckling as he increased the pleasure with his fingers. Unable to stop it, a sharp and pleasured gasp escaped your lips before you covered your mouth, muffling the remaining moans you couldn’t hold back. Satisfied that he had won, Bakugou released his hold on your skin, giving a soft chuckle into your ear. “I win.”

Too caught up in the pleasure as you could feel your orgasm building up rapidly, you didn’t bother paying attention to the confused female voices outside of the stall nor did you have the focus to fight against him. All you wanted was to cum, to feel him fill you up and make turn you into a mess of puddy in his hands. 

“Cum for me,” Bakugou hissed in your ear, his own movements becoming erratic and harder, no longer caring about how roughly his hips slammed against yours. “Cum all over my cock, [Name].” 

Moaning freely into your hand now, your entire body trembled and jerked with your powerful orgasm, only kept up on your feet by his grip on you. In that same moment, you felt his hot release inside of you, the grunts and sighs of pleasure he let out muffled by his face shoved into your shoulder. His hands once again on your hips, he had your body nearly completely pressed against the wall, and he was close enough that you could feel the heavy pounding of his heart. As the pleasure began to subside for both of you, his hands softly began to travel up your sides, his lips placing gentle kisses along your neck. 

The sweet affection made goosebumps spread across your skin, making you smile and give a soft hum. You felt so warm and full, as if his essence was spreading through every inch of your body. It was love, you knew it well, and the gentle way in which he caressed you only confirmed that he was feeling the same. All around you was nothing but silence and his touch. You wanted to speak to him, but as you caught his glance, you could see the reluctance in his expression to make a single noise in fear that someone was still outside the stall. 

After sharing a quick and silent kiss, you softly urged him up off of you, nibbling at your lip as he pulled himself from within you. Already able to feel his cum dripping from your pussy, you were quick to pull your underwear back into place, before you gave a small tug on his shirt. “Gimme this,” you whispered, ignoring the confused cock of his eyebrow. “So I can leave the stall.” 

With a grunt, Bakugou complied, unbuttoning and handing you his nice dress shirt. It was large enough to cover you decently, so with him hiding behind the door, you exited the stall as casually as possible. The locker room was just as you had hoped, with not a single other soul around. 

“Come out, Katsuki, it’s okay. We should hurry, though.” Looking back at him as he exited, he had already fixed his pants back into place, working on running his fingers through his hair to attempt to fix the sweaty awkward mess. Feeling a blush rush across your cheeks, you couldn’t help but adore him in that moment. His expression softened as he observed you waiting for him, flushed and glowing. To him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, every fiber of your being calling to him like sirens song, one which he couldn’t ignore. 

As Bakugou took you into his arms once more, he hugged you tightly, making you giggle and return the affection with your arms around his neck. It was true, you could be such a god damned tease sometimes, but there was much more to you than that in his eyes. You were beauty, loyalty, pleasure and kindness. You were love, and although he was scared to admit it out loud, he loved you. It wasn’t something that either of you needed to admit just yet, you thought as he kissed your lips with a tenderness that melted your heart. 

You could feel it. For now, that was all that you needed. 

“Still want to go back to the party?” Bakugou released you, running his fingers through your hair gently to fix it back into place. Smile growing, you gave his arm a gentle rub, giving a small shake of your head. 

“No, Katsuki… I think I just want to be alone with you for the rest of the night. You’re more important to me than some stupid networking party.” 

“People might talk.” 

“Let them. As long as I have you, nothing else matters. Now, come on. I want to say all this mushy stuff cuddled up in some sheets, with some gross take out food and a lot of wine.”