#Gosh the way his eyes glow now aaah!!!

[flimsyzee]

Just need to post this cause it's so pretty. The return!

#Qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #There he is!! Back in a field of flowers!! #What a cool reveal absolutely loved it #Gosh the way his eyes glow now aaah!!!

[inkykeiji]

you’re all that i need, underneath the tree

characters: dabi, shigaraki tomura

genre: tooth-rotting fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: aaah okay! set in the break my bones but act as my spine universe, between part one and part two but after dabi’s apology!! poor dabi gets dragged out with the happy couple to go hunting for the perfect christmas tree :) | title credit: underneath the tree by kelly clarkson

warnings: pining, daddy kink (without the kinkiness), generally toxic relationships

words: 3.3k

synopsis:

And so what if you’re more excited than Tomura is about his agreeing to come, even though it was Tomura who asked for his assistance; so what if it makes his chest swell with that irritatingly tingling sensation, the one that seeps into his veins and shoots through the rest of his body, the one that makes him feel like he’s buzzing. What’s it matter, anyway?

The answer, as far as he’s concerned, is simple.

It doesn’t. It shouldn’t. It never will.

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Snow crunches under his heavy boots as he trudges along behind you, staring at the back of your head with a glare so vicious, so ferocious it could melt platinum.

Dabi hates Christmas.

Smoke from a large bonfire, lined by families—good looking couples with tiny carbon copies of themselves, gloved hands tenderly cupping hot chocolate as the children chatter animatedly, little squeals of laughter overlapping the indistinct noise—blows into his face and he chokes on it a bit, the tiny glowing embers it carries with it through the air burning his eyes.

Dabi hates Christmas.

He’s only coming because Tomura’s his fucking boss, he had told you curtly when you swiveled around in the front seat of the Maybach to express your excitement to him, forcing his eyes to stay on the white leather beneath him, unable to bear the way he’s sure your face is falling at his sharp words. He hates Christmas.

But Tomura had snorted a little to himself the moment the words left Dabi’s lips, because God, what a fucking lie. He doesn’t voice the thought, but he doesn’t need to—it’s clear in his ruby eyes as they meet sapphire through the rearview mirror, an amused little smirk present on his scarred lips as he raises an eyebrow in mocking question.

Yeah. Alright, fine. He’s a fucking liar, so what? Yeah, alright, so maybe he’s only here because of you, because he knows that if he had refused, the entire trip would’ve been ruined, and he couldn’t have that on his conscious, couldn’t handle that on his conscious.

It’s his turn to snort at himself, rolling his eyes. What a pathetic excuse for a man. It’s a real funny joke, though; a man who can kill indiscriminately, who can kill delightfully, without batting a fucking eye as bits of skull and brain splatter on the toe of his boot, can’t handle the thought of even one more of your salty tears staining his soul.  

And so what if you’re more excited than Tomura is about his agreeing to come, even though it was Tomura who asked for his assistance; so what if it makes his chest swell with that irritatingly tingling sensation, the one that seeps into his veins and shoots through the rest of his body, the one that makes him feel like he’s buzzing. What’s it matter, anyway?

The answer, as far as he’s concerned, is simple.

It doesn’t. It shouldn’t. It never will.

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This place is way too extravagant for a Christmas Tree farm, Dabi mutters to himself as he trails behind you, seething azure darting around the venue with a deep scowl, taking note of the large stone building that doubles as a gift shop and a café—all baked goods made on the premises and handcrafted with love, of course—with crystal windows that gleam in the weak afternoon sunlight and gentle curls of smoke escaping its chimney. Scattered bonfires blaze among the grounds, each with a group of Christmas tree hunters arranged in a loose circle around it, keeping warm and roasting marshmallows. The sticky sweet scent drifts through the air, Dabi wrinkling his nose as it hits him. That soft clop-clop of horseshoes against matted snow mingles with the sound of classic Christmas music as white and brown horses pull intricate wooden sleighs around the area.

It all makes him fucking sick. God, Dabi hates Christmas.  

“Oh my gosh!” you’re gushing as you cling to Tomura. “Daddy, it’s so pretty,”

The two of you are attracting the gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity, Dabi hunching in further on himself, trying to bury his face in the neck of his jacket. Really, he should be used to this by now. The pair of you are always a sight to be seen, with you in your little dresses—crushed black velvet this time, with a high neckline and a dainty satin ribbon tied around your ribs in a tiny, neat bow—and black trench coat, hem ending just above your knees; and Tomura in his vibrant red coat, teasingly obscuring his fitted black trousers—tailored specifically for him, of course—and black cashmere turtleneck.

It makes the two of you look like you just stepped out of the Christmas edition of a fucking high fashion catalogue. It makes Dabi feel ratty and underdressed—makes everyone around you feel ratty and underdressed, honestly—in his faded black jeans and big combat boots.

You’ve wandered off a little further ahead now, eyes glittering and bright as they soak everything in, hands clasped adoringly against your chest.

“Daddy!” you gasp suddenly, turning back to look at Tomura, eyes wide and sparkling, catching in the soft yellow glow of nearby Christmas lights. “They’re giving out hot chocolate!”

“Yes, they are, princess,” Tomura smiles, eyes softening as he gazes at you, now halted a few feet ahead of him, his hands outfitted in leather gloves clasped loosely behind his back as he strolls.

“Can I go get some?” you bounce a little on the balls of your feet as he meets you.

“Of course you can, baby,”

“Thanks! I—Do you want some, too?”

“Sure,” Tomura shrugs amicably. “Go wait in line, Daddy will be there in a moment,”

Your smile falls a little—just a hint, really, the corners of your lips twitching, a miniscule action Dabi hates that he notices—as your eyes flit between your Daddy and him, blinking twice, brow wrinkling in the cutest way. Dabi grits his teeth, hands balling into fists as he fights the itch, the urge, to reach out and smooth your skin out again. Pathetic. He’s fucking pathetic.

“Um, o-okay,”

Tomura nods encouragingly, then quirks his head towards the ever-growing lineup, as if to say get going! You obey immediately, scampering off with a cute little affirmative yelp. Dabi instantly moves to follow you, is so accustomed to having you glued to his side that watching skip off on your own like that evokes a thick panic in his chest, rising way too quickly in his throat, his mouth opening to call your name, to scold you for running off as he’s done so many times before.

“Wait,” Tomura mutters, a hand curling tightly around Dabi’s bicep, his voice low, dangerous. Brow furrowing, Dabi looks from the hand wrapped around him, to the face of its owner, and back to you again.

“Look at me,” Tomura snaps, Dabi’s tongue running along the front of his teeth as he sucks on them, keeping the insults brewing in his mouth from escaping. Scarlet eyes search his face, slowly, calmly, but every second you’re away from him has Dabi’s heart pounding harder and harder, powerless to stop his eyes from worriedly glancing your way again, only brought back to his boss’ face by a harsh squeeze around his bicep.

Tomura speaks at an unhurried pace, voice even and controlled, annunciating each word with purpose in an effort to beat them into Dabi’s scattered brain.

“Do not upset her today, or I swear to God, I’ll break your fucking nose. She’s been looking forward to this for weeks—I had to pull teeth to get this day off,”

And Dabi hates that, even in the middle of a humiliating, demeaning scolding from his boss, he can’t keep his eyes from darting towards you again, scanning the line you’re currently squished in for any potential threats, instinctual and automatic at this point, a habit. Tomura pulls on his arm a little, directing Dabi’s stare back to him again.

And he knows, goddamn it, he knows how excited you’ve been for this, how important this stupid little Christmas tree hunt is to you, because it’s all you’ve been able to babble about for fucking days now.

“Take whatever the hell you need to, to be fucking nice, you hear me?”

But he nods anyway, carves false derision into his face as his eyebrows furrow and his lips tug down, ripping his arm from Tomura’s grasp. “Yeah. Got it.”

His tone is clipped, and he doesn’t miss the way Tomura’s jaw clenches once with the grinding of his molars, smirking a little as his head tilts, crimson eyes regarding Dabi in a way that makes him feel like shivering, in a way that makes him feel exposed, naked, unprotected.

“You better.”

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“Here, Dabi!”

A jolt runs down his spine at the sound of your voice saying his name, and he turns towards you, brow knitting slightly as he’s met with a paper cup, held out to him between your two mitten-clad hands, your own drink secured precariously between your ribs and the crook of your elbow.

“What’s this?”

And he fucking hates the way his voice trembles, the way that stupid warmth starts blooming in his chest again, the way it does any time you do something small for him, any time you physically prove that you were thinking of him, too. Clearing his throat, he stares at the beverage, pointedly avoiding your eyes.

“I got you one, too,” you explain simply, pushing the streaming drink at him a little more, rich notes of chocolate and cream wafting over him, urging him to retrieve it from your tiny hands. “Take it,”

He has half a mind to lie, to tell you that he hates chocolate even though his mouth is watering, even though he knows you know he loves it, to knock the cup from your hands and watch as the hot liquid eats through the snow like a disease, melting it into nothing.

“Thanks,” he grumbles instead, looking away as he grabs it from your outstretched hands.

Tomura returns a moment later, a large red saw in his clutch. “All ready to go Christmas tree hunting, princess?”

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Dabi will always be amazed by your ability to make everyone around you fall absolutely, irrevocably, head over heels in love with you in mere moments, cobalt eyes trained on the old man holding the horses’ reins—a wide, sincere smile stretched across his face, hazel eyes positively gleaming as they gaze down at you from his spot atop the sleigh—asking you if you’d like to feed the animals, your knuckles gently caressing their velvety noses.

Maybe later, Tomura promises you when you glance back at him, whispering “Can I, Daddy?”, reminding you that there’s only a few hours of sunlight left, and if you’re on a mission to find the perfect Christmas tree, you best start soon.  

Sat in between Dabi and yourself in the tiny oak sleigh, Tomura pulls a tattered, folded piece of paper from his pocket, reciting your criteria for The Perfect Christmas Tree.

The Perfect Christmas Tree, the paper states, must encompass the four elements listed below:

It has to be the perfect mixture of forest green with those pretty blue undertones—nothing too blue or powdery!

It has to smell good but not too strong—if it’s too strong, it makes you nauseous

It has to be full—you know, not one of those Charlie Brown trees that are all branches and no body, or one of those thin tall trees—but not too bushy! Not so fat that the needles obscure the lights and ornaments

It has to be perfectly symmetrical and triangular, not lopsided or wonky

Dabi plays stupid, acts as if he doesn’t have that whole list memorized back to front, acts as if he couldn’t regurgitate it in his sleep, like he didn’t sit down with you at the breakfast bar and help you make it, even though it’s in his handwriting.

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Every tree is beginning to look the same to him. The three of you have been wandering through these fields for just over an hour and a half now, and Dabi’s positive he’s about to lose all ten of his toes to frostbite.

“We are not leaving until we find the perfect tree, damn it!” Tomura spits, ruby eyes practically glowing as they fly to Dabi’s face.

“Right, right,” Dabi grumbles to himself, nodding his head a little and tucking his gloved hands under his armpits in an attempt to at least save his fingers.

But you do eventually find it, after Dabi complains about dying from hypothermia for the third time; a massive blue spruce that isn’t too blue, that smells good but not too strong, that is full but not bushy, and that tapers off into a perfect triangle—wide at the bottom and coming to a point at the top, perfectly symmetrical.

Tomura glances over his shoulder at you after he’s finished brushing off all of the snow from the tree’s branches, so you can examine it fully. “Well? Is this the one, baby?”

And the way your eyes absolutely dazzle as you gaze at it, a large, brilliant smile splitting your face as the most precious giggles hitch in your throat, head nodding in cute little motions—well, God, that makes it all worth it. In that moment, Dabi’s sure he’d endure this cold a thousand times over, would lose all of his fingers and all of his toes, just to experience that look of pure, innocent happiness on your face once again.

“Yes, Daddy! It’s perfect,”

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Even baled, this tree is a giant pain in the ass to get up to the penthouse. It takes the men a solid half hour to figure out a way to fit the tree into the elevator, gleaming droplets of sweat dripping down their faces, tufts of hair clinging to their cheeks.

“Is it still—oh, for fuck’s sake—the perfect tree?” Dabi hisses out as the three of you press yourselves against the monstrous tree, just barely stuffing yourselves into the elevator, an escaped branch digging into his cheek.

“Yes,” you snicker.

“Yes,” Tomura echoes. “Stop being a brat, Dabi,”

“I—Me? Me!” Dabi sputters, at a loss for words. Him, a brat? After everything he just did for you, Tomura’s perfect little princess?

“Yes, you,” you giggle, knocking your shoulder playfully against his bicep. Any rebuttal gets lodged in his throat as he gazes down at you, sapphire eyes softening as they meet yours, shining with mirth, unable to tame the smile tugging at your lips.

He hasn’t seen you this happy in a long time. An ache takes root at the very core of his body, agony radiating throughout his limbs as he’s hit with the dim realization that Tomura’s increasing absence affects you a lot more than he originally thought—that you miss him more than you let on—and the ache in his chest pulses, though he is unable to discern whether it pulses for you, or for him.

It takes nearly another thirty minutes to get the tree safely secured in its stand before slowly cutting through the netted baling and removing it, allowing the tree’s branches to fan out.

Isaac is immediately curious, sitting back on his hind legs and gnawing on one of the branches for a moment before leaping into the tree, lithe body curving through the boughs as he burrows his way to the trunk in the center, digging his little claws into it as you cry out his name in alarm.

“Here, I’ll get him,” Dabi offers, still kneeling on the floor from fastening the screws on the stand.

A little chuckle falls from his lips as he reaches between the branches, gathering the kitten in one hand.

“What do you think you’re doin’ in there, little guy,” he asks as he pulls Isaac from the tree, little paws swiping at the needles, trying to catch them as Dabi drags him out.

“Silly kitty,” you scold as Dabi places him gently on the hardwood. “You aren’t an ornament!”

And Dabi can’t help the genuine laugh that gets caught in his chest, gazing up at you with a fond shake of his head. “He’s gonna be real trouble around this thing, that’s for sure,”

Tomura returns then with three large boxes full of expensive, glittering ornaments in his arms, grumbling about how he had to dig through one of the spare closets to find them and dropping them unceremoniously by the tree, the items delicately clinking together.

Exhaustion weighs heavy on his chest, beginning to restrict his breathing, and Dabi takes this as his cue to depart, because truthfully, the last thing he wants right now is to have to witness you being all mushy and domestic with Tomura. Wordlessly, he heads towards the front door, already craving the soft embrace of his lush bed, eager for the bliss unconsciousness undoubtedly brings with it.

“Dabi?”

Your voice is so small, so fragile, sounds almost hurt, his hand freezing on the handle, shoulders tensing.

“You’re not staying?”

He stares directly ahead, gaze searing into the door as his body goes rigid. Please, he wants to beg, don’t start, not now, not when he knows he won’t be able to resist you.

But his name falls from your lips again, the sound so beautiful, so heartbreaking, and it pulls a deep sigh from his chest. He has no control, not an ounce of authority as his body instinctually turns towards you, the voracious need to comfort you outweighing the full, throbbing pang it inspires.

And, Christ, you look so fucking cute in your little opaque tights with fluffy, woolen socks pulled over them, clinging to your calves with cute little reindeer sown into them, toes pointed inward and overlapping just a little as you stare at him with the sweetest pout.

“Wait,” Tomura smirks, chucking a little. “You were going to leave me alone with this one, when she’s all hopped up on Christmas joy like this?”

Dabi stares at his boss, blinking rapidly, lips parting in anticipation of the words that never come.

“There’s no way I could handle her by myself today,” Tomura continues after a beat, crimson eyes shining in the warm light. “She’s got enough Christmas spirit for all three of us, and then some,”

“Daddy!” the word escapes your lips in a playful little squeal, giggles bubbling up in your throat as Tomura wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his side and nuzzling his nose against your neck. “We could really use your help,” you tell him softly, almost gently, still leaving that option for him to escape, should he choose to do so.

His heart’s thudding against his ribs as he clears his throat, tongue darting out to lick his lips, words leaving his mouth sluggishly, yet at an uneven pace, voice quivering ever so slightly.

“I-I guess I could…Stay, to help you guys decorate the tree—for a little. I mean, it is a fucking monster,”

“Ah, yay!” you beam at him, clapping your hands excitedly. “Daddy, now that Dabi’s staying, can we make cookies?”

“Sweets before dinner, princess?”

“Pretty please?” you whimper, gazing up at him with the very definition of puppy-dog eyes. “I promise I’ll eat all my veggies, even the funky looking ones—” Tomura snorts, interrupting you, but you barrel on. “—I will, I swear!”

And, really, Tomura’s powerless to resist you, to deny you, left absolutely defenceless when you’re batting your eyelashes up at him like that, voice syrupy and sweet as little fingers cling to his shirtsleeve. Dabi doesn’t blame him—your pout should be registered as a lethal weapon.

Tomura goes to call for his personal chef, but you cut him off, wrinkling your nose and shaking your head.

“No, not the fancy ones,” you say as if it’s obvious. “I wanna make the store-bought ones! Y’know, the ones in the tube—”

“The ones that you begged our personal grocery shopper to smuggle in for you?” Tomura raises an eyebrow, and you finally have the decency to look sheepish, nodding your head. “Those ones?”

“Yes! Yes, please, those ones,” you respond eagerly, waiting for that final nod from Tomura before scampering off towards the kitchen, Tomura’s voice calling after you as he warns you to be careful with the scissors!

Yeah, alright, Dabi thinks as the smell of cheap sugar cookies washes over him, nimble fingers hanging another crystal bulb on the tree while you scold Tomura for placing too many ornaments of the same colour in one spot, an involuntary grin spreading across his cheeks as that inexplicable warmth blossoms in his chest again. So maybe Christmas isn’t that bad after all.

#dabi x reader #dabi fluff #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki fluff #dabi #shigaraki tomura #WAAAAAH SURPRISE ehehe #this is just something small n quick u know but i wanted to write some cute christmassy stuff for the bmb universe too!! #figured it would be nice to give u guys some old fashioned fluff amidst all that touya angst <33

[aalissy]

Dreaming in Black and White

Hello and welcome to the first chapter of my first fic! It’s a Miraculous Soulmate AU and should feature all four corners of the love square! I hope you enjoy :)

AO3

Marinette’s eyes blinked open to the cold, black, and dull world around her. Her eyes quickly scanned around the entirety of her room, as they did every morning, hoping to catch a flicker of color but was never able to. Sighing to herself, she casually stretched before allowing a smile to break free across her face and hopped out of bed. She had realized long ago that the only way for her to see color would be to ask out her soulmate.

Shy as she was, she could still barely speak a word to her long-time crush, Adrien. Because of this, it may be a little while longer before she could see the world the way her parents could. Blowing a kiss to the nearest Adrien poster hung atop her wall, she plopped down at her desk and pulled her dark hair into two neat pigtails. Once finished with that, she logged onto her computer and began playing her favorite game, Ultimate Mecha Strike III.

“Marinette, you’re going to be late you know,” a tinkling voice called from behind her.

“AAAH, Tikki you scared me!” she screamed at the floating bug, falling from her chair and losing all of her latest progress in the game. Pouting at the screen for a moment, her head snapped quickly back to the kwami who had darted her way over to her bedroom nightstand.

She giggled embarrassedly before pointing at the alarm clock, “Marinette, look at the time.”

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the glowing white light before she finally realized what Tikki meant, “Oh my gosh, you’re so right,” she screamed before dashing off and shoving her schoolwork into her backpack. Racing down the stairs, she shouted her goodbyes at her parents who merely chuckled and shook their heads in disbelief at her. Plunging her feet into her shoes placed casually at the entrance hall, she raced down the stairs and out the door.

Rushing through the streets of Paris, she ducked and weaved against the onslaught of gray people coming towards her. As she neared the school, and the crowds began to thin, Tikki’s head popped up out of her light gray purse, “Maybe next time instead of kissing Adrien’s picture, you’ll actually pay attention to the clock,” she giggled.

“Shh, Tikki,” she glared at the bug, “and I wasn’t kissing Adrien’s picture,” Marinette blushed.

“I know... I know. You playing video games all morning is you practicing your hand-eye coordination for when you’re Ladybug.”

“That’s right,” Marinette said proudly, puffing out her chest.

“Do you even realize how ridiculous you sound sometimes?” Tikki laughed, wiping glistening tears from her eyes.

Pursing her lips at the kwami, she grumbled at her, “If you’ll quit laughing at me we’re almost at school and I don’t want anyone to see you.”

Sticking her tongue out at Marinette, she dived back into the purse, “Love you Marinette,” she called from the recesses of the small bag.

“Love you too, Tikki,” she whispered back, before bursting through the doors and onto school grounds.  Just as the bell rang, she managed to stumble straight into class.

“Thank you for joining us, Marinette. If you’ll have a seat now I can begin class,” Miss Bustier nodded at her usual space next to Alya. Blushing and muttering an apology, she quickly sat down next to Alya and opened up her backpack to take out her assignments.

“Your shoes are different colors, you know,” her best friend whispered to her, with a smirk on her face.

Squinting her eyes down at the shoes that were currently underneath her desk, she could faintly make out that they were, in fact, two slightly different shades of gray. Blinking her eyes up at Alya, she frowned at the girl in confusion, “How did you...” Alya continued to merely smirk at her before Marinette’s eyes widened comically, “No way!” she whisper-shouted towards her.

“Something you’d like to share with the class Marinette?” Miss Bustier declared, tapping her foot impatiently at the flustered girl.

“No Mademoiselle,” she blushed. Turning to Alya, whose shoulders were shaking in silent laughter, she stuck out her tongue at her. As she began to take notes from the lecture, she kept sneaking glances at Alya who was pretending to ignore her. Finally, once she was certain that Miss Bustier had forgotten about her slip-up she pestered her best friend again, “Did Nino finally ask you out?” Marinette whispered over to her. Alya merely shook her head, causing Marinette to frown in confusion, “Then who...”

“I asked him,” Alya proudly smirked at her.

Marinette could barely conceal her squeal of excitement, “Of course you did! You’re amazing!”

Alya beamed at her best friend, “Which reminds me girl, you really need to gain up the courage and finally ask Adrien out!”

Gnawing on her lip nervously, she snuck a peek at the beautiful boy in front of her. She sighed dreamily at the idea of discovering the beauty of colors with Adrien. Turning back to her best friend, she shook her head with a light flush filling her cheeks, “I can barely even speak sentences around him,” she giggled embarrassedly, “But what about you? What do colors even look like?” she questioned eagerly.

Alya sighed disappointedly at her, before pursing her lips, “Well I don’t really know the names of everything yet... but your hair seems, I don’t know, almost cool and refreshing? It’s hard to describe...”

Marinette blinked her eyes in wonder, “Wow, that sounds amazing,” she murmured delightedly. Though the majority of emotions stirring in Marinette’s chest were happy ones, she couldn’t fight off the slight feeling of envy that Alya had already found her soulmate, “I hope you know that I’m now gonna ask you what color everything is,” she giggled happily.

Alya merely rolled her eyes teasingly, “God girl, you’re gonna be a real pest about this aren’t you?”

Marinette merely giggled again, knowing that Alya was all too willing to describe every color she could see.

Suddenly, they were dragged out of their wonderful world of whispers about colors and Alya’s descriptions of them, when Miss Bustier cleared her throat at them pointedly, “Alya, Marinette, if you’d kindly begin paying attention to class so that you’re prepared for your assignments.”

Both girls flushed, before murmuring their apologies and turned back to their notes, in which they hadn’t written anything since the beginning of class.

Not even a few minutes later, a slip of paper was slid across the other side of the desk to her, and Marinette snuck a mischievous glance at Alya before opening the page.

I wonder what color Ladybug’s suit is?

Marinette glanced at her friend before nodding her head furiously. She had also always been curious as to what she looked like as Ladybug. Sneaking a peek at the teacher she quickly wrote Alya back.

I also always wondered what Chat Noir’s eyes look like. You absolutely have to tell me!

Alya laughed silently at her note, causing Marinette to frown slightly. Why was Alya laughing at her note, she casually wondered to herself.

Why? Have you got a crush on Paris’ mysterious superhero?

Marinette flushed deeply before scrunching her nose up in distaste and sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

Of course not! You know I only have eyes for one man and it’s certainly not that pesky Tomcat!

She rolled her eyes, before pointedly staring at the boy in front of them.

Wow, girl, so defensive when I was only teasing... you sure nothing’s going on with you and Chat Noir?

Marinette merely shook her head at her friend, chuckling slightly at the idea of being with her goofy, flirtatious partner.

Positive. Now seriously we need to actually start paying attention before we completely lose track of what we’re doing.

Alya’s arms crossed in annoyance before she finally nodded her head in agreement, thanks to Marinette’s fiery glare.

Fine. Want to come to the movies with Nino and I after school though? We’re trying to get Adrien to come with.

Marinette’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw the note, again staring at the boy in front of her, before nodding her head eagerly.

I’ll have to ask my parents but I’m sure they’ll say yes!

Though Marinette attempted to pay attention to the rest of the lecture, her mind was filled with daydreams of going to the movies with Adrien. Maybe he would offer to share a popcorn with her, and their hands would accidentally touch, reaching for the same piece at the same time, she giggled to herself silently. Then, maybe afterwards she would be able to muster up the courage to ask him out. If Alya could do it, why couldn’t she? Her eyes were unintentionally drawn to the boy in front of her, as she nibbled on her lip nervously.

Staring for a few more minutes, she was jarred from her daydream as the bell rang. Jumping out of her seat in shock, she fell almost directly on her face. From the purse that remained safely hooked to her side, she could hear a small, tinkling laugh. Glaring at the purse, she wished Tikki could witness the look of anger on her face right now.

“Need some help?” a voice called in front of her.

Her head practically shot up at the sound of the boy in front of her, “A-Adrien!” she glanced at the hand held out to her before blushing and quickly rising up to her feet, “T-That’s ok. I do can it myself.”

Adrien’s curious smile turned into a slight chuckle, as she mentally slapped her forehead for stumbling on her words once again.

“So, um, are you going to see the movie with Alya, Nino, and I tonight?” she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, anxiously tapping her two index fingers together.

Adrien seemed surprised for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t know. I have to ask my dad still, but if he’s alright with it, I’ll definitely be there.”

Marinette chuckled nervously, “Well I hope you can make it,” sneaking a quick peek at Alya over Adrien’s shoulder, who was giving her a thumbs-up, she let out a relieved breath, “Well, it looks like Alya’s calling me. Bye Adrien!” rushing over to Alya, she grabbed her arm and practically yanked her out of the classroom.

As she rushed out of the classroom, clutching onto her best friend’s arm she barely heard Adrien’s goodbye. As soon as they both made it outside, Alya burst into peals of laughter.

“How long were you listening to us?” she groaned out loud.

“Since the very beginning of ‘I do can it myself,’” Alya grasped onto her sides, unable to control her roaring laughter.

Feeling her face heat up, Marinette muttered a quiet, “At least I managed to talk to him this time.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, Alya continued giggling, “That is true. You guys managed to hold a conversation for at least a minute.”

Marinette groaned again, “It’s not my fault I can barely force out a sentence when I look into his stupid, beautiful, model face.”

The giggles from Alya seemed to have subsided finally, and Marinette noticed her friend turned to look at her, “Listen Marinette, I’m sur-” Not used to her friend stopping in the middle of a sentence she blinked over at her with a slight frown on her face. Alya was staring at her face with a look that seemed almost like fascination.

“W-What?” she stuttered out confusedly.

“Your face is a different color than it usually is.”

Covering the sides of her face with her hands, Marinette nibbled on her lip nervously, “What does that mean? Is that a bad thing?”

Alya’s brow furrowed in a look of confusion that mirrored Marinette’s own, “I don’t know.”

Marinette shook her head in an attempt to shake off her nervousness, “Well, I’ll ask my mom once I get back home, hopefully, it’s nothing serious.”

Surely it can’t be anything too serious otherwise I’d feel sick or something, right? She thought to herself before bringing the subject back to Adrien, “I was wondering... do you think I should ask Adrien out after the movie?”

Alya’s face lit up before she beamed at her, “I think that’s an amazing idea Marinette! You go and get that Agreste boy!” she paused before frowning slightly, “Hopefully his dad lets him come though...”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just being optimistic,” she smiled shyly.

“Ooh girl, I know you’re absolutely gonna knock him dead!”

“Alya, hush!” she giggled playfully, gently bumping her shoulder against her best friend’s, as they continued their walk to her house.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #soulmate au #ladrien #adrienette #marichat #ladynoir

[jannelle-o]

Happy (late at this point) Birthday!!!! :D

Here’s a space fic featuring Rhett and Link! Imagine this is like… what, 3-5 years in the future? Just after we’ve established a Lunar colony!

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One of the things most people don’t seem to realize is that, standing on the daylight surface of the moon, there are no visible stars. It’s not that the lack of atmosphere distorts the light, but that the brightness of the moon and the full force of the sun and Earth-glow outshine any near by stars. And if one stood in enough shadow, the stars would be visible.

But for a first time moon trip, it is unnerving to stare up at the sky and only see inky blackness pressing overhead.

That’s what Link Neal was dealing with when he stepped out on to the lunar surface from the air lock. He was sure that his LCVG* was malfunctioning, because he was soaked in sweat. Or maybe his EVA* suit had a leak, as he was finding it hard to breathe. Though the tight pinching in his… ‘coin purse’… betrayed that his suit was fine. Rhett had gracefully pointed out that his MAG* was ready for usage, just in case he really did shit his britches when he got onto the surface.

Link had punched him in the arm for that.

Now, though, he could only stare up into the darkness as he tried to orient himself. He mentally cursed Rhett, NASA and the moon as he tried to calm his nervous breathing. Rhett’s voice crackled in his ear, the microphone and earphones tucked into the Snoopy cap he wore under the helmet.

“Doin’ okay there, buddy?” Rhett asked, “You’re breathing is a bit high and you got limited oxygen, Link.”

“You know you telling me that doesn’t help me calm down!” Link snipped back as he nearly huddled against the air lock, then took a moment to breathe, “Sorry, it’s just really stressful for me, man. Why can’t you be the one out here?” He heard Rhett chuckle followed by one of those drawn out thinking noises he sometimes did.

“You know I want to be! But I’m too tall for the EVA and you’re just two inches shy of being too tall.” Rhett said, “Though if they’re right about the gravity stuff, you might get too tall for the suit.”

Link sighed as he started side stepping away from the door. That’s why they were here in the first place. Well, that and social media. Both Rhett and Link had been surprised when NASA had approached them in the first place. Apparently, scientists wanted to see what would happen to above average height people in the micro-gravity of the Lunar colony. Not them specifically, but why not drum up some social media popularity by asking some popular internetainers?

So now they were here, in the first Lunar colony, surrounded by scientists and other astronauts, being poked and prodded on the daily as Rhett and Link got to film the first look at the colony. NASA had made a special soft suit design for Rhett to be able to ride along in the shuttle, but considering it was the first of its kind, they were concerned about it failing on the Lunar surface, despite rigorous testing.

Link let out a tiny shriek when the air lock hissed again, lost in his own thoughts for a moment. He heard Rhett laughing on the mic, but thankfully he didn’t say anything. An actual astronaut, Nolan, stepped out of the door and closed it behind them before turning to Link. Both space walkers had their sun visors down, so neither could see each other’s face, but Link was pretty sure Nolan had an amused smile on his face.

“You, uh, ready to go?” Nolan asked, casually doing that astronaut hop and making it look somehow graceful.

“Oh no. I’ll never be ready.” he replied, “But let’s do it.” And with that, he took his first step on the Moon.

And promptly at shit.

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“OHHOHOHOHO! LINK! Are you okay??” Rhett managed to gasp between laughs as he watched the video footage from Link’s helmet take a straight dive towards the surface. There was a grey puff, then darkness as the cameras planted themselves into the lunar dust. He glanced at Nolan’s cameras, confirming that Link had indeed face planted with his first step. Next to him, astronaut Jannelle checked the readout of Link’s vitals and suit status.

Over the headset he wore, he could hear Link hyperventilating and saying “Ah ah ah! I-I-I think I cracked the visor! I’m freakin’ out! Will I -Am I going to die???”

Link’s camera view swung upwards as he struggled to stand in the micro-gravity. A quick glance at Nolan’s cameras told Rhett that Link was fine, just dusty. “You’re all good, Linkster, just listen to me talk.” Rhett said, “Or maybe Nolan, he knows what he’s doing. I’m just a guy sitting at a, what, desk? Console? Computer bank?” He glanced at Jannelle, who simply gave him a shrug and a smile. She probably knew, but that wasn’t important at the moment, Rhett figured. He’d have to ask her later.

Nolan’s voice crackled on his headset as he reassured Link. “Your visor is strong, so don’t worry. It can withstand micro meteor impacts and more falls.” the astronaut said.

“Micro meteors??” Link’s panicked reply came, “Am I gonna get hit, Nolan??”

Both astronauts laughed at the question and Nolan said “You’re technically getting hit all the time, but they’re so small, it’ll be fine.” “Yeah, Link, it’ll be fine, so relax, buddy!” Rhett chimed in, grinning as his best friend wobbled again, “Don’t fall again!”

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“Easy for you to say, you’re sitting there all safe and sound and I’m gonna fall off the Moon!” Link grumbled as he found his balance again. “Oooooh, Nolan. I am not sure I can do this!”

The other astronaut gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and said “You can! Just follow my lead and don’t forget to hop!”

With that, Nolan turned easily and hopped towards the far end of the colony building. Link stared for a moment, trying to watch Nolan and muttering to himself about technique. After a hesitant step forwards, Link followed suit, stumbling from time to time, but not falling.

“We have to get to the top of the crater, otherwise we can’t see Earth-rise from here.” Nolan said as Link watched him skip right up to the LVR*.

“Moon buggy!” Rhett exclaimed, causing Link to wince at the sudden loudness, “Ooooh, man, I’ve always wanted to drive one of those! Can you imagine doing doughnuts on the moon? Or jumping off a crater edge? You’d go so far!”

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to puke in my suit!” Link replied, slowly hopping towards the buggy. He sat down on the passenger seat and tried to glance at Nolan, but the EVA’s helmet didn’t turn and he only saw the side of his own helmet.

“Don’t worry, it only goes like 10 miles per hour.” Nolan said, giving him a pat on the knee before starting the buggy.

The two astronauts headed for the edge of the crater and Link realized his nerves had died down a little. Not gone, but he was feeling better about being out here. On the moon. Finally, the magnitude of what he was doing washed over him and felt himself getting a little excited. He was here, on the moon, filming and experiencing what life was like as an astronaut. And while Rhett couldn’t be out here, the two of them were still doing something historic by being the first civilians on the moon. And that was amazing.

Nolan’s voice broke through his thoughts, saying “Link, we’re almost at the top of the crater. I want you to close your eyes and cover your cameras. I want you two to see it in full rather than coming into view! Trust me, I’ll help you out of the LVR, so don’t worry.”

Link hesitated for a second, then followed Nolan’s instructions. It was a little awkward to cover the cameras, but he managed to do it, despite Rhett’s grumbling. He could hear Jannelle’s voice faintly through Rhett’s mic as she agreed with Nolan and reassure Rhett that it would be more interesting that way.

Link felt a hand on his arm and he started to look up, but stopped himself. Nolan helped him out, just like he promised he would.

“Yup, lift your foot. Okay, now pivot, keep that foot up. Both feet on the ground now. I’m gonna pull you carefully. Try not to stand up too fast or you’ll float up a little.”

After a few bumbling moments, Link’s feet were firmly planted on the ground and he was facing the way Nolan oriented him.

“On three, look up.” Nolan said.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Link looked and dropped his hands, uncovering the cameras. Both Link and Rhett sucked in a breath and held it as Link stared in awe.

Just barely above the Lunar horizon, Earth hung in absolute darkness, the sun illuminating it from behind them. The lower quarter of the Earth disappeared into nothing as the sun only illuminated the daylight side of the planet. Clouds swirled around the brilliant blue orb, covering and revealing landmasses as they drifted. The oceans reflected the noon sunlight, creating a small bright spot, much like a shiny ball would have under an overhead light.

“Oh my word.” Rhett breathed over the comms, then fell silent again.

After a solid minute of watching the Earth rise above the horizon, Link finally moved, turning towards Nolan. “That was…. wow. You were right.” he started, still lost in the beauty of the Earth-rise, “That was something. That was worth this. Even if I did fall on my face, that was worth it.”

Nolan gave him an awkward thumbs up, due to the bulky gloves, and said “I’m glad. Now do you want to bounce down the side of the crater or ride in the buggy again?”

“Buggy!” “Bounce!”

“I will not bounce down the side of the crater, Rhett! I’d fall ass over kettle if I tried!”

“Yeah, you would, Link, but think of how much the viewers would love it, man!”

Glossary:

LCVG: Liquid Cooling and Ventilation Garment

EVA: ExtraVehicular Activity, aka space walk suits

MAG: Maximum Absorbency Garment, aka fancy diaper

LVR: Lunar Roving Vehicle

O-oh my gosh Inky, thank you so much for this wonderful fic!! ;v; I love this so much aaah _(┐「ε:)_♡

#inkyshark #birthday wishes #submission #i drew a small doodle to this because I am so happy haha :'D #(●´□`)♡ #long post

[danglydolan]

Finally ♡ Ethan

Summary: Ever since you were little you had the biggest crush on Ethan and when the twins leave to pursue their dream you think you'll never see them again. After years you reunite and you realize your feelings never changed. But how does Ethan feel about you? (Warning: ends a little smutty.)

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You could remember the time that Grayson, Ethan, Cameron and you were really close. You could remember all the times you played hide and seek almost like it was yesterday. When you were little you were neighboors for over more than ten years.

You guys did everything together. When the Dolan family moved away it felt like it was the end of the world for you. The reason why you thought you could never be happy again, was Ethan. Ethan Grant Dolan.

While you grew up together you slowly developed a big crush for Ethan and those feelings never really gone away; even when he moved to another place and you were certain you would never see him again. Of course you never told him you liked him, afraid that you would get rejected and that it would ruin your friendship.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, you thought that Ethan felt the same way about you. But you were never really sure and because you were too afraid to tell him you never found out. After Grayson and Ethan moved away to pursue their dreams, you regretted that you never told him. Perhaps it could have worked out between you two.

Seeing them become really famous and staying the same person as they were when they were younger made you the proudest friend in the whole world. But from time to time you felt a little sad too. If you had told him you like him then maybe, just maybe, you could have experienced all these amazing things with them.

Through the years you had stayed close with Cameron. When she offered to let you stay a few weeks at her house in the summer you decided to visit her. Grayson and Ethan had also returned for the summer to spend time with their family and friends, so it was a great opportunity to see if you still liked Ethan. You probably did. But you had the feeling that things had changed between you and he just saw you as a friend, nothing more. You guess you would find out soon enough...

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'Oh my God! I'm so excited you're here, Y/N. It has been ages. How are you?' Cameron asks with a big smile on her face. Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was glowing; she looked stunning - as always. She leans in for a hug and holds you tight. You felt so happy; it was almost as you were home again after years of being away. When she pulls back to look at you, you can't help but see the person she was ten years ago. As if she had never changed.

'I'm very good, Cam. I passed all my exams and everything is great at home. I feel so happy! And you?' 'I'm good, thanks! How does it feel to be back here again?' Cameron asks. You sigh. 'Oh, it feels as if I'm home again and nothing has changed. I love it,' you respond.

Cameron giggles. 'Glad to hear that. So, should we go and see where the boys are? I think that they'll go crazy when they see you. I haven't told them anything about you visiting Jersey again.' 'Yeah, sure! I'm kinda nervous, though,' you chuckle. You try to swallow the lump in your throat. 'Naw, you don't have to, Y/N. I'm sure it'll be a nice surpirse. Come on.'

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It was a hot summer day. Ethan and Grayson were outside, swimming and chilling at the pool. You weren't sure you could handle Ethan with wet hair and only wearing a bathing suit because only the thought of that made you weak, but you had to. As you walk with Cameron over the soft grass towards the boys, you felt the burning sun on your shoulders.

'E, Gray! Look who's here!' Cameron yells halfway. Ethan and Grayson turn their heads, and jump off from their sunbeds when they see your presence. The first thing you notice when you stand in front of them, is how tall and big they are. Holy shit, they looked so different than from the pictures you had seen on Instagram.

'Eeeeh...?' Grayson hesitates, not knowing what to say. It was clear he didn't know who you were. Ethan also looked like you were some kind of stranger. 'Hey,' you greet them awkwardly. It is quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from the whistling birds in the trees.

'It's Y/N!' Cameron breaks the silence, raising her hands in the air. 'Oh!' Grayson and Ethan say in unison. Their suddenly changed face expressions would have been hilarious if this wasn't the most awkward situation which you had ever found yourself in. They looked at you so much different now, which made things even more uncomfortable.

Finally Grayson's lips curl into a big smile. 'Y/N! How are you?!' Grayson takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you. 'I haven't seen you in so long.' 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you Gray. So, what's up?'

Grayson holds you for a second before he takes a step back, his hands placed on your shoulders. He shrugs and laughs. 'Oh, nothing much, really. I'm very glad to be back in Jersy though, and it's so nice that you're here too!'

'Thanks, I'm happy to be here as well.' Grayson takes a step aside to make place for his brother and there he stands; Ethan Dolan. The most handsome and cutest boy to ever exist; right there, in front of you. 'Y/N,' he says. He just stood there, as if his feet were frozen. Why didn't he move? Did you look so hideous that he couldn't hug you? Or shake your hand, for God's sake?

'Hey, E,' you say quietly. After what seemed like an eternity Ethan walks up to you. He bores his eyes into yours before he leans in and gives you a hug. Although he smelled heavenly and his arms felt like you wanted to be in them forever, the situation was still kind of awkward. And he didn't hug you like Grayson did.

Ethan let's go of you after like three seconds, and after that he refuses to look at you. You didn't know what to think. You felt hurt. Really hurt. The fact that they didn't even recognized you felt like someone had stabbed you in the back. How?! You guys had practically lived together for more than ten years.

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The four of you had just ate dinner, which Grayson had made. The food was pretty good but you couldn't really focus on what you were eating. All you thought about was how extremely good Ethan looked and how sad it was that he didn't had recognized you.

It was as if all the memories you had made together were forgotten. And the thing that hurt you the most was the fact dat Ethan barely looked at you or spoke with you. Maybe he didn't want to be friends with you anymore.

Grayson on the other hand was really sweet and funny and was asking all types of questions about your life. He was really interested in your life and how you were doing. Secretly you hoped Ethan would do that too. But unfortunately, he didn't. And it hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

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It was late in the evening and you were planning on going to bed. But since it was still very hot outside and you were thirsty you decided to drink a glass of cold water before you got ready for bed. It was almost completely dark in the kitchen, but you didn't know where the light button was.

Luckily the cups were in the same kitchen cabinet on the same shelf as they were when you were little. And since there was a light in the fridge it wasn't very hard to grab a bottle of water. When you close the fridge a big and dark figure stands in front of you, and you almost got a heart attack.

'Aaah!' you scream loudly. Suddenly you can't feel your legs anymore and if it wasn't for a strong pair of arms who grabbed you, you would have fallen onto the floor.

'Oh my gosh,' you hear Ethan's worried voice very close to your face as he carries you to the couch. He places you gently between the pillows while you quickly grab one, as if you would you fall of the couch if you hadn't something to hold on to.

You let out a deep, frustrated sigh. 'Ethan! What the hell! What are you doing here?' After he had put on the light he comes sitting next to you. 'I-I'm sorry for scaring you. That really wasn't my intention.' 'You better be sorry. You almost gave me a heart attack!' you respond, a hand on your chest.

He looked so guilty that you almost felt sorry for him. It would have been funny if it really didn't feel like your heart was going to pop out. 'I know. I'm really sorry,' Ethan apologizes again, placing his hand on your thigh. You push it away. 'What is it?' you ask, not doing any effort to hide the irritated tone in your voice.

'I need to talk to you about something... I want to say sorry for earlier today... I really didn't recognize you.' He bites his lips as he looks at you, his eyebrows frowned. You stand up and fold your arms against your chest.

'Yeah, I think I already understood that. It's good to know that our friendship didn't mean anything to you. God, I have known you for almost all my life, E! How could you not remember me?' Ethan stands up as well. 'Of course I remember you! And I said I'm sorry, Y/N!'

He seemed to tower over you now, which was pretty intimating. 'Sometimes sorry isn't good enough,' you whisper, refusing to look at him this time. Suddenly a tear drops onto your arm, and you angrily wipe the one that was following from your cheek. Ethan wasn't allowed to see you cry. He wasn't going to know how much he had hurt you.

'Y/N....' Ethan says, his voice in so much pain that it broke your heart. How could you still be in love with this boy? 'Please, let me explain,' he begs. You shake your head and turn around to go upstairs, to cry in silence, but Ethan grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

'Let me go,' you say angrily. You looked at him. 'No, not before you let me explain everything,' Ethan says. 'I don't want to hear it!' you object and you try to free yourself from his tight grip with all the power you have, but his arm didn't move an inch. It almost scared you how strong he was. 'Ethan, no.'

'Y/N,' he says, his voice begging. 'Please.' You hated yourself at this moment because you gave in, but you just couldn't bare the tone of his voice and the look on his face. You let out a dramatic sigh. 'Alright, then.'

Ethan lets go of your wrist and looks at you for a second. Then he changes his mind and grabs both of your hands. You just let him; you were craving his touch too much and it was already too late. 'Y/N, do you really want to know why I didn't recognize you?' he asks, his face dead serious now.

'Of course,' you say quietly. Ethan sighs deeply, as if he was going to tell something that he needed to get of his chest. 'I-I didn't recognize you because you have changed só much. And I mean that in a positive way, of course. You have become so beautiful... So mature. I didn't know where to look, so that's why I ignored you. I was scared that my cheeks would turn red or that I didn't know what to say. So I just didn't.'

He bores his eyes into yours and smiles; a small smile, that you wouldn't have been able to see if you were standing any farther away. You were lost for words. You had never expected him to say any of that. Beautiful? Mature? You? He needed a pair of glasses! You always thought you still looked like a baby.  

'Ethan... I don't know what to say. I-I...' You try to form a normal sentence, but your mind was too messy at the moment. The situation didn't feel real. Ethan Dolan had a crush on you?!

He sees you're struggling and he gives you a sweet smile. 'You don't have to say anything, Y/N. I probably just made a complete fool of myself, but at least I gave you an explanation on why I acted the way I did.'

You shake your head. 'Ethan... I feel the exact same thing for you. Ever since we were little. But I never told you... I was afraid it would ruin our friendship,' you say softly, your eyes meeting his again.

'Are you serious?' Ethan whispers. His mouth drops, as if you said the weirdest thing ever. But how could you not be serious? How could someone not fall in love with this goof and his gorgeous smile? Impossible. You nod in response and Ethan runs his thumbs against your hands. 'So, you forgive me?' he asks uncertain. 'Of course,' you answer, looking him deeply in his eyes.

'Well... Then I don't think it's wrong if I do this, right?' Ethan asks and moves his hands to your cheeks to cup them, softly stroking his warm fingers against your skin. Before you can ask what he was going to do he gently presses his lips on yours. You were shocked at first and gasp for air, before you are able to kiss him back.

The warmth and softness of his lips made your eyes shut and for that moment you felt nothing but fireworks and pure love between the two of you. It was as if all of your worries had disappeared. Your heart was racing.

Ethan murmered something you couldn't understand and then lowers his hands to your waist, slowly bringing his fingertips underneath your shirt.

He doesn't had any intention on taking it off; he just wanted to touch your skin and feel your body that was almost collapsing  because of his touch and amazing smooth hands. You felt pathetically weak at the knees; this was all you ever wanted, ever since Ethan left all those years ago. And now it was happening. Finally.

His lips make it's way to your neck, leaving wet and sweet kisses. His large fingers that are tracing the skin on your back gave you heavenly tingles and you shiver. 'Ethan...'  you encourage him, eyes up to the ceiling.

'Tell me to stop if you want to me to, baby,' Ethan says, his hot breath against your neck making you go crazy. 'I will,' you whisper and run your hands through his hair.

After the heated make out session you had end up on the couch, laying next to each other. Ethan breaks lip contact and looks at you with his dark, brown eyes. 'Y/N, I don't know how this is going to work out, but I do know that I want to spend the rest of the summer with you.'

His raspy, loving voice made you almost feel the same way as when he kissed you. You look at him for a moment before you place your head on his chest and entwine your fingers with this. 'I'd love to.'

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan one shot #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan one shot #the dolan twins #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #fanfic #preference #masterlist #masterlist imagines

[razberryyum]

Gintama manga chap 633

Dear Gintama gods and Sorachi-sama,

Aaah, the joy of Joui. I can watch these boys banter for 10 more chapters and still want more. I only wish that Gintoki could physically be beside them, fighting with them again, but I know until Earth is finally saved, I will probably have to settle for just flashbacks to when they were bickering teenagers. By the way, oh my gosh, I keep on forgetting how young they were during the Joui wars! When I see them during those days, I naturally just imagine them being in their twenties, when in fact they were all only in their teens. I also pause in wonder when I then remember right now, none of them have even hit their thirties yet. To think, they've already lived more than a lifetime's worth of grief and hardship and maybe some happiness, but they still have almost an entire lifetime still ahead. Oh how I hope we will get to see what roads they travel after the dust on Earth and Utsuro has settled. Gintoki and Sakamoto's courses will probably be the more predictable ones, so I am highly curious as to where life will lead Zura and Takasugi, especially now that the very establishment they spent most of their lives rebelling against has essentially joined them in their cause, thanks to NobuNobu.  

My eyes actually welled up a bit when NobuNobu officially pardoned the Joui 4 and declared his alignment with them. It is a rather bittersweet development when I really think about it: his support can really only be meaningful right now. Even if they had such support back in the Joui days, I doubt that would have really changed anyone's fate since the Tendoshuu was already too deeply entrenched in the government. At most it would have only postponed their destiny a little. If the Shogunate had wholeheartedly opposed the Amantos (which is almost unimaginable since SadaSada was at the helm) back then, perhaps Gintoki and the others would have joined the Imperial Army in their efforts at first, but soon enough, once the Tendoshuu really flexed their talons to exert pressure on the Bakufu to open the country to the invading forces, the four of them would have still had to rebel, inevitably leading to the same fates for themselves and Shouyou. But now, with the Tendoshuu pretty much removed from power and nearly destroyed, thanks to Utsuro, NobuNobu's pardon and subsequent unification with the Joui 4 can at least lead to a more bright and peaceful future for them. The Shinsengumi boys can now openly confer with Zura and any members of his Jouishishi faction, instead of pretending to turn a blind eye out of courtesy and gratitude. They could even be friends with Takasugi and any members of the Kiheitai if they so desired. I am, of course, assuming that Kondou and the others would be taking up their old positions again. With this kinder, gentler version of NobuNobu, who continues to try so very hard to make us forget what a dick he once was, I can't imagine why they would reject their posts and go back to the countryside.  

Speaking of kinder and gentler, I am still getting used to seeing this new version of Takasugi. While he's no less passionate, he is definitely softer and dare I say, saner. I mean, despite his constant refrain about destroying the earth and the universe, his glowing assessment of Gintoki's strength and importance was equivalent to a compliment. I'm surprised Zura and Sakamoto didn't tease him for sounding like he was in love or something.  I hope the Joui 3's combined effort would be enough to destroy that big gun pointed at the Earth, but then again, maybe they won't have to since Kamui and his pirates still need to make an appearance, and how fun and fitting would it be if he were to swoop in at the last minute to claim the glory of saving Earth. Better yet, the Renhoians could be the ones to complete the job. They've been conspicuously absent as well so it would be quite a pleasant surprise if they were the ones to pop up and save the day.

Either way, I hope we continue to get more time with our Joui boys, even if we have to stay in space a little bit more. Even though Gintoki can only be with them through mentions and reminiscence for now, at least that could serve as a spiritual reunion between the four of them. Takasugi, Sakamoto and Zura obviously relish fighting together again, so I ask that you please extend their enjoyment a little bit longer. I hope once they return to the planet, there will still be enough of the Liberation Army left for them to face off together against the Amantos once again, this time as Imperial-sanctioned rebels. And if at the end of the entire battle you commemorate the occasion with a Medal Ceremony in NobuNobu's Throne Room, I would most likely cackle like a happy crazy person while being completely and gleefully unsurprised.  

Yours truly,

A silly fangirl with yaoi dreams

(^3^)

PS: in lieu of a GinHiji moment, I would like to express my gratitude instead for this bit of conversation between Gintoki and Takasugi which took a rather amusing turn. I think that might be the first dick joke Takasugi has ever uttered in the series, and for that, I thank you.

#Gintama manga 633 #Joui 4 #Silver Soul Arc #Takasugi #NobuNobu #Gintoki #Zura #Sakamoto #Thank you Sorachi-sama

[shinobuheadcanons-blog]

Hey Shinobu! Good luck with your blog, I hope you have fun with it! If it's alright, may I request an imagine of Rohan confessing to his crush/future s/o?

Aaah thank you so much!!! I really hoped you liked it!! I ramble a lot so whenever I do imagines they end up like super long!!Rohan sat at his wooden work desk, fiddling with his 4B pencil and staring down at the mess of ink brushes and papers. He was suppose to be working on the new chapter of his manga, but damnit, he couldn’t get the process going and it was driving him nuts. What could possibly be holding up such a beautifully creative mind? A person. But WHO! Who could possibly be clogging up the mind of incredible Rohan?! Well, it was s/o of course. It always was, they haunted his work time, his free time, and his night time. It wasn’t always like this, in fact, he was in denial for a very long time about his feelings for s/o. It was only when he truly noticed the love that had grown on him that he was entirely captivated by them.He thought for about 20 minutes until he finally had the perfect solution.He was gonna propose.Well, I mean, not marriage, but in his head, a confession was almost at that level of importance. It had to be perfect, maybe he would draw a wonderful comic, one that would seem innocent at first, but slowly reveal it’s intentions. It would be his best work, maybe not in long term work, but it would be his best freelance work. So, that day, he got to work, he drew like mad. His manager was a bit pissed at him for being late with his chapter on his main manga, but it was worth it. He was halfway through the drawn confession when he decided to go grab some lunch. He hadn’t been eating all that well due to all the work, but he was officially half way there, so why not treat himself?On the way to his favorite pastry shop, he actually found s/o. He felt his heart race as he watched them notice him aswell and walk over with a wave. “Rohan!! What are you doing here?? I was just on my way to the store!” They gave that wonderful smile, the one that he had erased copies of many, many times bc he could never recreate how glowing it was.He gave a short smile,”I was uh, just on my way there too actually. Do you mind if we walk there together?” He gestured to the sidewalk, ignoring the hungry growl from his stomach. They nodded excitedly and they both began to walk together. After a few awkward moments, s/o nudged Rohan’s arm,” Oh uh, hey I forgot to tell you!! I met this uhm, really nice person and I think they like me! They asked me to dinner and I feel so flustered, should I go??” They gave him a weird look, one he couldn’t really decipher. He felt awful. A nasty, disgusting feeling formed at the pit of his stomach, it wasn’t his hunger either. He didn’t say anything for awhile, he was so good at keeping his cool and yet, here he was, unsure if he should open his mouth or not, because if he did he might snap. When he looked back at s/o, he gulped, seeing a confused expression on their face. He took a deep breath and finally spoke. To this day, he swears he was going to say something else, but what he ended up saying was what was suppose to be only in his head. “God damnit! I’ve been working on that thing this whole time and now...” He trailed off, his eyes going wide and slapping a hand over his mouth when it finally processed what he said.S/o’s eyes widened. They didn’t even have to wonder what he meant, because they had taken note of his expressions, and now at this moment he was blushing and wouldn’t look at them. Plus, their intentions with the whole date thing was a lie, it was a ruse to see Rohan’s reactions. They felt really guilty for lying to him like that, but it looks like they got the answer they wanted. They began to fiddle nervously at their top and suddenly found interest in a little weed poking out of a sidewalk crack. Rohan knew his secret was out now. He also knew s/o was going to occupy his thoughts even more. If he didn’t confess now, and find out their true feelings, he wouldn’t know what to do with the confession comic. So, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, quite dramatically actually, and cleared his throat. Once he knew he had their attention, he spoke up. “So um, ah, I guess I should explain.. S/o. I uh, seemingly have fallen in love with you.” He stared down, sweating profusely and feeling his face heat up horribly. Oh god. ‘Fallen in love with you’ ?! This was suppose to be perfect and now he screwed up royally. He was even talking like a cheeseball. Suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, as an instinct reaction, he almost shoved them off, but let them when he realized it was only s/o. He heard a gentle, shaky voice,”Oh.. Oh gosh.. I love you too.. Sorry about lying about the date thing.. I wanted to see how you’d react and it was mean.. Aah.. I love you too.. I can’t believe this..” They sounded like they were gonna cry, so he slipped his arms from under theres and held them back.“No worries, I understand..” He smiled at them sweetly.Then they had to move because they were blocking some guy, it wasn’t a perfect confession like he was aiming for but at least it’s over with. The only thing now is that what was he gonna do about that half comic.... ugh.....

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