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elsgooglyeyes · 9 months

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long distance situationships are hard. so here’s cute little drabbles about the random domestic things you and ellie would do for me to cope.

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first off, ellie will do anything with you, and i mean anything. you’ve gotta go drop off a box at the post office? ellie is right by your side. you’ve gotta run to cvs for a new charging cord? ellie is walking up and down the aisles with you because she insisted you get snacks while you’re there.

“i dunno babe…you never know when you’re gonna need snacks. you especially need some when someone wants to come over and like…watch a movie or some shit…” ellie mumbles and shrugs her shoulders. you smile softly and pause, “is that you saying you want to come over and watch a move?” ellie eyes you from the side and bites back a small smile, “i mean if you’re suggesting it, babe. i’d fuckin’ love to. thanks! let’s get these and these…oh! and these…” she starts piling different chips and candy into your basket on top of your charging cord, burying it in the bottom. later that night, you’re both cuddled up in bed, the laptop propped onto of your legs and whirring ever-so dramatically as if it’s a plane about to take off. ellie’s arm and hand is intertwined with your own, your head resting on her shoulder. her thumb draws slow circles on your hand and you hum at the feeling.

“i can’t believe you’re getting me to watch this fuckin’ movie…” she mumbles and you laugh. “it’s my favorite! you’re gonna have to learn to love it,” you state matter-of-factly as the universal intro begins, sung by a bunch of men a capella. you immediately start singing along to the first song, and ellie just chuckles and shakes her head. she sighs softly and gets more comfortable, knowing it’s gonna be something she’ll have to like just because you like it. by the end of the movie, however, she’s engrossed; watching you sing the final songs with enthusiasm and marking the choreography while still seated next to her. you laugh along and ellie pipes up, “i feel like they should’ve revealed benji is a good singer at the end during his solo. that would’ve been a crazy reveal! they should get me to write and direct these,” and then another with “beca and chloe aren’t endgame? what the fuck?” you both end the night in each others arms, a comfortable silence washed over you. your head is buried in her side, trying to engrave her scent into your mind. “can we watch the second one tomorrow…?” ellie whispers and you giggle, nodding your head. “i knew you’d like it” you whisper back. “shut up.”

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ellie would sit on the counter as you cook her breakfast, her boxers hung low and hair running rampant. you hum softly as you cook the eggs and begin the bacon. ellie watches you intently, mesmerized by every little thing you do. how can someone make peeling raw meat look so hot? okay, kind of gross. but you make it attractive. her eyes wander down your body, soaking it in like the first and last time she’s ever gonna see it. taking in your marks, scars, wrinkles, and anything else she can make note of like she would need to draw a map of your body. her eyes wander back up to your face, and she smiles softly. “jesus…” she mumbles and your eyes widen a bit as you look at her. “what’s wrong?”

“you’re just…too fucking perfect…everything about you…” she draws on as she continues looking at you. you feel heat rise to your cheeks and you return your attention to the food. “thank you babe…but i’m not all that.”

“ohhh but you are,” ellie mumbles as she slowly gets off the counter and comes up behind you, hands resting on your hips, goosebumps following in their wake. she places a soft, lazy kiss on the spot between your shoulder and neck. her hands roam to your stomach and you swat them away softly, giving her a pointed look with your eyebrows raised. ellie chuckles and places her hands back on your hips and places another kiss, and then another. in between each one she whispers praises to you, “you’re so beautiful,” kiss “and kind,” kiss “and you make me laugh like no one else can,” kiss “i think you’re even funnier than me,” kiss and smirk. your face continues to heat up as she does this. fortunately, the food is done before she can continue and you turn around abruptly in her arms. “food is ready, but we can continue this later, yeah?” you smirk and place a soft kiss on her lips to which she happily accepts. your lips slot together and ellie sighs softly, but you pull away too soon and ellie is left chasing you with her lips. she sighs and grabs a plate to begin eating. “this better be the fastest we’ve ever eaten, babe…” she states as she eats her food quickly, “i’ve gotta show you all the ways you’re perfect to me…” she smirks and puts her attention back to her food as you bite back a smile and begin eating as well.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #the last of us #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams drabble

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maddascanbe-blog · 3 months

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Miracu-class girls are done! It took less time than I initially anticipated, thank goodness. Let's talk re-write's and re-designs shall we?

Sabrina so freaking cute, give the girl her hat. It was probably a gift from Chloe. For her redesign I thought she would be the kind to dress in cute blouses and flowy skirts. She has tennis skirts in every color for every occasion. As for her re-write- anyone who saw how I changed Chloe probably will guess that their dynamic is drastically changes as well.

Sabrina met Chloe when they were in their tween years, Officer Roger having worked security for the Bourgeois on multiple occasions. One day he had to bring his daughter into work and Chloe found her wandering the halls. When a kidnapper tried to abduct Chloe, Sabrina sprayed him with pepper spray her father gave her and then kicked him in the dick for good measure. Chloe then declared that Sabrina should be her full-time body guard, and she technically is being paid to hang out with Chloe. But Sabrina would have done it with or without the money since Chloe is actually very endearing once you figure out how she works.

Alix is next! Alix's violently pink hair could not be ignored, so I kept it (albeit a little less saturated) Also she is in fact still short. Her outfits are probably all variations of sports gear unless she has an event to attend at the museum. I also tanned her up since I imagine she spends a lot of time outside, girl is sunburnt. She is actually a year ahead in history, having gotten too bored with junior level classes. So she's friends with some of the seniors too. I won't get into Bunnix anytime soon but- let's just say it's a lot more tragic than cannon would ever admit. The rabbit's powers are changing, and Alix still has to live with that.

On a lighter note, Juleka, as stunning as ever. Tall queen. She is a year behind since her lack of participation in classes ultimately tanked her grade in several subjects. Her band director was more then happy for her to stay an extra year though, since she is trained classically as well as electrically on the bass. She may not like talking, but she has little fear of performing when the music can do the talking. Her twin brother actually graduated early, and he's working now to help pay for the band the two want to start. Her design doesn't change much from her cannon one other than the fact I switched her ripped leggings for lace ones. I imagine she actually has many outfits in this color pallet, since Chat Noir quickly becomes her favorite hero.

Mylene, okay the change I made here is pretty obvious. I debated for a long time on whether or not I change her skin tone. And when I did the line art? Wasn't planning too. But changed my mind last second, since I thought it helped the color pallet more. This would imply she is mixed, with her dad looking pretty much the same as cannon. it's hard to tell her unless you look closely but I gave her freckles that just cover every inch of her. She is Sunkissed. He character isn't super different, she is still easily startled, but she knows what she believes and will fight for it no matter what.

And finally, Rose! The lovely Rosey! The flower child! Her nonspecific illness still definitely happened, but I like to think she has actually recovered. I do not know enough about most chronic illnesses to make any sort of specification on what she has so nameless headache disease it is! She struggled a lot as a kid, but now she's planning to start a non-profit to help kids who are going through hard times of their own. She definitely still has her down days, the fact that she nearly died so young is not something she is quick to forget. But she will do whatever she can to give other people hope, sinee she knows all too well what it feels like to be hopeless.

As for her design, she had a bucket of pink upturned on her. She did have to have her hair shaved as an affect of her illness but now it's growing back faster than ever. She gets it cut every time it gets past a certain length to donate it.

Luka is next!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #miraculous fanart #sabrina raincomprix #alix kubdel #juleka couffaine #mylene haprele #rose lavillant #akuma class #sabrina raincomprix redesign #alix kubdel redesign #juleka couffaine redesign #mylene haprele redesign #rose lavillant redesign

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snitchesnsneeds · 9 days

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-22: Chat Blanc

Fun fact: One nickname I often have for Chat Noir is Cattablack (also my hypothetical name if I had the Black Cat Miraculous,) from "Cat Black," which is the English translation of "Chat Noir." However, the etymology for English black has the same origins as French White (also the word blank!), so in a sense, Cattablack is both Chat Noir and Chat Blanc! On with the show.

Straight to Emile's corpse. Also I have to wonder, where are those enormous windows with light shining through in the Agreste Manor? They have to be someplace open to daylight at least.

Awawawawa! The girlsquad! Also they do picnics, sleepovers, and the movies. Noted.

That "No." cut was great, though. Good on Marinette for not giving up, however. Good for Marinette on not quitting, the girlsquad for encouraging her, and Rose for having enough of this shit! Losing her favorite unicorn plushie probably helped.

But don't break into his house! He's not there, you weirdo! As much as I want this mahogany to end and for Adrien to friendzone her, stalking is NOT the way! On the other hand, if she did break and enter, it could out Marinette as a creep...

SHE'S SNIFFING THE PILLOW!?

Oh god now that he's connected the dots he's in love with Marinette. Plagg's trying his hardest but it's too late.

Oh right. This is the episode where Chat Noir gets akumatized and causes the End of Evangelion. Not what I normally think of when I think of Marinette and Adrien's relationship having catastrophic consequences, but still.

Also again with the time travel plots not making sense. Is the future set in stone or not!? Why are only things only disappearing when they change in Bunnix's rewind vision? It's Bill and Ted 3 all over again.

On the plus side, Marinette with her hair down.

Alix looking so uninterested while cheering and the animation errors lmao

Hadouken Cataclysm lmao

You know, Marinette's parents could've called CPS on Gabriel's controlling attitude, or Marinette could've explained truthfully why she broke up with Adrien.

So that's his response to discovering his father is Hawkmoth. Good to know.

That was a good mental breakdown. 10/10 there.

Bunnix, why are you getting a teenaged Ladybug to fix this? Can't you do it? Can't the adult Ladybug do it?

The end of the world!? That looks more like the end of at least two galaxies! Holy hell!

You could've just said the gift was from Marinette, Ladybug. Whatever.

So was that sunset scene in the normal or Chat Blanc timeline? I'm confused.

Well that was an interesting episode. Here's how Marinette and Adrien's relationship can ruin everything without Hawkmoth or any evil butterfly holder!

As we know, Marinette is obsessed with Adrien, to stalkerish levels, as shown by this very episode with her sniffing Adrien's pillow when she's all alone in his room.

She also shows controlling tendencies with her schedule of Adrien allowing her to know where he is for most of the time and her stealing his phone to delete an embarrassing message she sent him.

She's also prone to being vengeful, such as when Chloe, Lila, or Kagami get closer to Adrien then her.

Let's keep these traits in mind as we imagine there being no evil Butterfly or Peacock Miraculous users, maybe even no evil at all. Most likely those Miraculouses are in the good hands of the guardian, or Marinette. Also imagine that Marinette and Adrien know eachothers' identities and are older and dating, if not married.

On one day, Adrien arrives home a little later than usual for Marinette. Maybe he didn't keep track of time while spending time with his friends. Maybe he had to walk home and his phone was out of power.

Marinette starts to get worried. She tries to call him. He doesn't respond, either due to how noisy the social gathering is or because is phone is out.

When Adrien finally gets back, Marinette starts to fuss over him. She was so worried! She's so glad he's back. Where was he? He shouldn't do that again. Adrien doesn't think it's that big of a deal, but Marinette disagrees. The gap has formed.

Adrien at least tries to be more punctual, but that doesn't always work. Marinette starts to get more and more worried. What if he's cheating on her with someone else? She's had similar worries in the show, after all.

These conflicts begin to escalate. Marinette's concern for Adrien begins to turn to concern that he's doing something behind her back. An argument breaks out. Adrien notes that Marinette's acting like his father. This makes things worse.

Tension begins to build up until Marinette, someone who as Ladybug had to save so many of her loved ones by fighting them, does something she shouldn't have and immediately regrets. Maybe Adrien was in another verbal fight with her. Maybe he was going out somewhere, possibly to come back late or early.

Adrien Agreste is now in critical condition. It's unknown when he'll wake up, if ever. Marinette has to right this wrong and make sure this never happened, no matter what it takes.

If Tikki and Plagg didn't escape with their Miraculouses as they watched this relationship go to hell, all of reality shall be annihilated and recreated.

If one or both of them did manage to escape, then hey, she has or can easily take the Butterfly miraculous! All she needs to do is turn someone into a super and help them out with their problems in exchange for the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses, wherever they are!

This isn't ensured to happen, but you have to admit Marinette has a lot of similarities to Gabriel Agreste, especially in regards to how she views Adrien. Not to mention that nowhere in the show is she ever really punished for those above negative traits. At points they're even excused.

Edit: Almost forgot to mention that Natalie seems to show remorse upon discovering Adrien is Chat Noir. More points for her!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #chat noir #ml chat noir #ml ladybug #hawkmoth #marinette salt #marinette x consequences #ml salt #wow #this was a long one #chat blanc

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slvthrs · 2 years

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I loved ur stoner fic with dream! Can we get like a pt 2 where reader and dream are now together? If not it’s okay, thank u and have a great day!

of course it's probably one of my favorite fics!!

STARGIRL INTERLUDE | dreamwastaken

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

after you and your drug dealer start dating and he just can't help feeling just a little too possessive of you

DRUG DEALER!DREAM X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, relationship sex, degradation n praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), choking, jealous/possessive dream, daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1.7k

authors note: this is a part 2 of my fic starboy and it's inspired by the Weeknd song 'stargirl interlude'

Me and Clay had been dating for nearly a month and we were planning to celebrate our anniversary by going to have dinner at his apartment but we both had to go to your friend's house for different reasons- I was there to support my best friend during her birthday party and he was there to sell drugs.

So cut to me currently sitting in front of my mirror doing my makeup- it’s was my everyday look of black smudged eyeliner but I added some shimmer on your eyelids to make them pop and added a deep red almost black lipstick to the middle of my lips and smudged it out- Clay’s favorite.

I fluffed up my hair and tried to find some sort of hairstyle to wear but I just ended up wearing it down. I was wearing a green plaid skirt with a black corset top- I was wearing a jumble of rings and necklaces along with a choker that looked a little too much like a collar. On my feet were platforms along with knee high black lace socks and to finish the outfit I was wearing Clay’s oversized leather jacket.

I had finished my makeup and now I was sitting on my bed grabbing the stuff to put into my black purse- my phone, airpods, cigarette box, money, ID, lighter and my weed pen. That was when Clay walked into the room and looked at me with a sort of excitement, which I then realized was due to the fact I was wearing his jacket and just in general of how good I looked.

“Peaches” God I loved that pet name, he sat in front of me on the bed, “You look so fucking good” he sad planting a kiss on your lips,

I giggled against his lips, and he continued “Do we have to go out, I bet Chloe won’t even know your missing” he argued

“Babe, it’s Chloe. I’ve known her since forever c’mon we just have to make an appearance and you have people who expect you to be there” I say with a pout and then drag him off our bed and then plant a kiss on his temple.

He was wearing a white david bowie top along with boyfriend jeans in blue and some nike air forces. The outfit was completed with gold rings on his hand and a gold necklace around his neck. To put is easily he looked fucking amazing I ruffled up his blond locks a bit and planted a kiss on his lips and pull him out of the apartment.

We end up situated in his car and I connect my phone to the aux and scroll through my spotify to find a good song but I just end up putting my likes on shuffled and it ends up on ‘Stargirl Interlude’ and I start dancing in my seat and lip syncing to the song,

“I had a vision,

A vision of my nails in the kitchen,

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming,

My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it”

The lyrics just end up causing Clay to end up in a fit of laughter and I end up smacking his arms and asking him to stop acting like a middle schooler with fake offense in my voice,

“Holy shit was is this song called” He asks while trying to compose himself, I just grin at him and tell him it's called Stargirl Interlude,

“Oh wait it’s like the song you made me listen to um what was it OH WAIT STARBOY” He exclaims and I just nod at him chuckling at myself,

“So wait if I’m Starboy does that make you my Stargirl” He asks and I think about it, “Hrm I guess so, I’m your stargirl” he just laughs, “You bet you are” and then he kisses me

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We’ve been at Chloe’s party for about 3 hours and both of us want to leave but Clay has one more thing he has to do so I just end up waiting for him while on my phone when a guy come up to me,

“Oh hey I saw you from across the dance floor, you look really pretty” He says, he’s about 6 foot, shorter than Clay, and is wearing a black dress top and black jeans, damn nice clothes,

“Oh thanks” I saw with a friendly smile hoping to end this conversation

“I was wondering if I could get your number your just like really hot” Fuck this is going to be an annoying conversation

“Uhm actually I have a boyfriend so no thanks” I say trying to be as nice as possible

“Oh c’mon I don’t see him anywhere” He says trying to convince me

“He’s in the back and I’m seriously not interested” I say backing up but eventually hitting a counter

He keeps trying to get my number for about 3 more minutes while I keep telling him to stop until I meet Clay’s eyes across the room in front of the door looking like he’s about to hurt someone, and that's when I remember that it might look like something entirely different to him.

I maneuver around the guy and I run to Clay who is almost outside the door as I call out his name, “Clay just listen to me!” I yell and all he does is tell me is to get into his car

We just sit in the silence waiting for eachother to say something, we don’t say anything until we get into the apartment and as soon as the door closes he’s on me.

His lips smash onto mine as I’m pressed on the door and he’s pulling my jacket off, “I thought I was gonna go crazy seeing you flirt with him” He says as he pulls his lips off mine and onto my neck”

“Clay, ugh fuck, I wasn’t flirting with him” I moan out

“Fuck, I know baby I know but I need to remind you who you belong to got it?” He says it like it's a question but it’s a statement, a command and a promise.

He pulls me off the door and I’m bent over his countertop with him pulling of my skirt and my panties in one swift motion and smacking my ass causing me to yelp and he grabs the base of my neck making me look up at him into his eyes that have darkened with something more sinister,

“I’m gonna make sure the only thing you can say after this is my fucking name, got it whore?” He says while slapping my ass again causing me to moan a ‘yes daddy’ under my breath

He takes his dick out, pumping it a bit and then running it through my folds and slamming it into me, gaining some of the most pornographic moans that have ever left my mouth.

He places his finger around the choker on my neck and then pulls my head back and then spits in my mouth, “C’mon whore swallow it” he says as his eyes narrow and darken

His hands don’t leave my neck instead they let go of my choker and now he’s choking me letting me see stars, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to come crashing as I cum around his dick.

He pulls me off and then spins me around and picks me up and takes me to his room and places me on his bed but he doesn’t join me he gets up and walks to the living room to grab my purse and pulls out my weed pen.

He sits in front of me and takes two puffs of the pen and then pulls my mouth close to him and blows the smoke into my mouth, the mixture of the weed and the eroticness of the situation makes my head spin and I pull clay into a messy kiss still recovering from my post oragasm haze.

I climb on top of him and I rub his dick with my cunt making him moan in my mouth and letting me relish in the power I have. But it doesn’t last long until he’s pulling me off of him and pushing me on the bed and climbing on top of me to fuck me.

He lines his dick up with me and slams into me again causing me to tip back my head and arch into him, I claw at his shirt and he gets the hint and pulls his shit of but not before he pulls of my shirt and I run my hands up from his abs up to his chest and I start biting in hickies into his chest until I grab his hands and start kissing his finger and then put the digits into my mouth swirling them around with my tongue and sucking on them as if they were his dick.

I open my eyes to see him staring deep into me just watching as I suck on his finger, he’s so focused on looking and me that he’s stopped moving and is just staring, “God your such a whore for me aren’t you, your my little bitch” I don’t respond I just moan around him finger and pull them out with a pop!

He takes the hand I was just sucking on and brings them to my clit and starts circling it and continues thrusting into me chasing his own orgasm, I’m so close that my legs are shaking and I’m about to cry while he just places a kiss on my lips and continues his agonizing pace.

He finally cums after I cum for a second time and pulls out of me rolling over and he gets up to walk to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean me up and then finally lays down next to me grabbing the weed pen, and doing a few puffs before he passes the pen to me letting me take a few puffs before I succumb to my tiredness but not before he kisses me and calls me “My precious girl” as he cuddles up next to me and we succumb to our exhaustion.

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella's full works #bella fawns over dwt #bella's anons #bella's stoner!dream

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venusvity · 1 year

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주초희 …… ( THE TIME BETWEEN US. )

❝Maybe friendship was loving someone even when you didn't always understand them.❞ ― Sarah Morgan, Sunset in Central Park

CHARACTERS : CHLOE ZHAO … NAM NAKYUNG

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WARNINGS / NOTES : Past Trauma Discussion. It's not explicitly stated the trauma is SA but it's pretty obvious. Crying. They have a kinda hard conversation. If I missed anything please let me know!

Lunch was awkward.

Chloe didn’t expect it to be anything but awkward but the silences weighed heavier on her than she ever thought possible.

Nakyung was always talking from what Chloe remembers. She always had something to say, a noise to make, a comment to tell anyone who would listen but at lunch she was quiet. She’d look around or down at her food, sometimes she’d look at Chloe and give her a thin smile before she would look away again.

Chloe didn’t have a lot to say either though. Nothing she could say at a restaurant. The things they’ve been through shouldn’t be spoken in public in Chloe’s opinion. The lunch conversations were surface level, things Chloe already knew through social media, and Nakyung tried to ask questions but Chloe’s answers were always a closed door with no room for growth.

“It’s fucking windy,” Chloe grumbles in English. Nakyung laughs softly at the girl’s complaint, looking behind her at her with what feels like a genuine smile. Nakyung’s tar black hair is blown black by the sniping winds, revealing her doll-like face.

Chloe always thought Nakyung was pretty even when they were fighting. Chloe remembers how the fans would call her and Nakyung the baby dolls of Venus. She feels her lips twitch softly at the memory, wanting to smile but she holds it back. Chloe crosses her arms over her chest, bringing her sweater closer to her chest to try and stay warm.

“You always liked the beach,” Nakyung says as they walk closer to the shoreline with Nakyung’s guidance. Chloe just follows like a ghost, dark brows knit because of how the wind hits her but Nakyung is right. Chloe loves the beach. She’s always loved the beach.

“Yeah. It’s my favorite place to go.” Deadend answer again. Chloe doesn’t know what else to say.

Chloe feels no proper way for her to apologize to Nakyung. She knows that saying it isn’t enough, she can’t go back and undo what she’s done or what was done to the both of them, she can’t get her back into VENUS, and she can’t take back everything she’s said over the years. It fills her with foreign anxiety that makes her queasy. She sighs through her nose, looking out at the ocean.

“I–” Chloe starts before she stops herself, sighing when there feels like a wall is built in her throat, stopping her words. Nakyung looks back at her, raising her brows and waiting for her to finish but after a few seconds, she realizes Chloe never will. It doesn’t seem to bother her though. Nakyung shrugs and crouches down on the sand before sitting down, knees tucked to her chest.

Chloe looks down at her for a beat. The idea of sitting in the beach’s version of dirt is off-putting to her but she does it anyways, a disgruntled look on her face for a few beats before is dissolved into a neutral one.

The silence and roaming eyes return.

It feels like hours before Nakyung hums loudly, patting her knees as she looks out at the ocean.

“I’m assuming you broke up with Sejun.”

Chloe doesn’t respond for a moment, her blood running cold at the mere mention of the man. She swallows and nods, looking down at how her perfectly manicured nails pick at the sleeve of her sweater.

Nakyung hums in response. Chloe doesn’t look at herself. She can’t bring herself too.

Sejun’s name alone makes Chloe feel like she’s drowning in shame. It takes every fiber of her being to not shut down like she wants to, to throw her hands up and leave Nakyung and their past on this beach unresolved. Even though it feels like her lungs are turning to dust in her chest, the ashes of them beginning to burn her throat and making it hard to breathe, she stays put.

Chloe looks at Nakyung. Really looks at her for the first time in what has to be years, taking a deep breath through her nose as she stares at the girl she once thought of as a sister. Nakyung stares back at her, eyes just as unreadable as Chloe’s. The wind is softer now but their hair still blows in front of them, strands of Chloe’s cherry red hair getting stuck in her lip gloss.

The longer Chloe stares at Nakyung, the harder it gets. The guilt gets louder, it gets heavier, it claws at her throat and begs to come out but she won’t let it. She swallows it down even if it hurts, making hot tears form in her eyes. Her lips purse slightly when she feels herself wanting to cry, her breathing getting heavier. Nakyung looks on the verge of breaking too but Chloe supposes she’s stronger now because not a tear fall. The only reason why Chloe can tell she’s struggling is by how her lips twitch to stop them from frowning.

“I hate his name,” Chloe whisper finally. Nakyung nods in agreement, blinking quickly as opens her mouth the speak, shaking her head slightly.

“It’s been so long but…but I still remember what he smelt like,” Nakyung whispers, taking on Chloe’s volume.

“Smoke.”

“And vanilla,” Chloe adds. She remembers how Sejun smelt as well. It was hard to forget the monster in her closet especially when she can still feel his hands on her. Nakyung sniffles, squeezing her eyes tightly, turning her head away with an annoyed grunt.

“I hate how mad I get at you,” Nakyung tells Chloe with a tight voice, “I–I work so hard to remind myself that he’s the bad guy. He was the one that hurt me but you hurt me too. You hurt me so bad, Chloe.”

Chloe feels hot tears begin to slip from her eyes, wiping them quickly with the back of her hand. She can’t bare the sight of Nakyung crying, making her look at the ocean as she takes a loud breath to try and ground herself. She doesn’t say anything. She gives Nakyung her time to speak, something she hasn’t done in years.

“And-And when I put two and two together and realized he was hurting you too…It just made me more mad because why didn’t you believe me? You knew who he was, what he would do, and you didn’t believe me.” Nakyung sounds crushed like the wound is still fresh. In a way, Chloe thinks it is but only because they reopened it. She knows they needed to reopen the scabbed shut wound to finally stitch it up and close it for good.

Chloe swallows thickly, turning back to look at Nakyung but she wishes she hadn’t. Nakyung is wiping her watery eyes, chest heaving softly as she tries not to sob. It’s a tragic sight but Chloe doesn’t allow herself to look away. She forces herself to face the consequences of her actions by staring right at them, letting her heart ache and twist in her chest.

“I…I knew deep down that…You weren’t lying. It just–I-I-I…I think it was too scary for me to face that I wasn’t the only one he was…doing that too.” Chloe knows it’s a shit explanation, that it’s not going to offer much if any closure for Nakyung but it’s all Chloe can give her.

“Because I thought that’s how…love was. He was the only–”

“I know. I know,” Nakyung interrupts, sniffling as she nods. She knows. She doesn’t understand but she has compassion for Chloe and all she went through. That’s just how Nakyung is. She’s so full of love and empathy. Chloe always thought she was weak for it, stupid even, but now she’s grateful for it.

Nakyung wipes under her eyes with a deep, shaking, breath before looking at Chloe. She sighs.

“I wish it went differently.”

Chloe nods almost instantly, looking down at the sand.

“I do too.” Chloe slowly looks up at Nakyung, who’s never stopped looking at her. The words are on the tip of her tongue, burning her mouth every second they stay in there. Chloe’s watery eyes drag over Nakyung’s face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Nakyung.” Chloe watches Nakyung nearly smile before turning her head away, covering her eyes with one hand and sobbing quietly. Chloe moves towards her without thought. It’s like the spirit of the old her takes over her body, the version of her that was Nakyung’s best friend and knew every detail of her life. She puts her head on Nakyung’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist with a deep breath to try not to cry but it’s pointless.

There are tears streaming down her face as Nakyung turns her head, resting her cheek on top of Chloe’s head. Her hand lifts to hold tightly onto Chloe’s. Chloe squeezes Nakyung’s hand tightly, pathetic little sobs leaving her lips as she does so.

“I’m really sorry, Ava.”

For a moment, Nakyung doesn’t say anything. She just rubs the back of Chloe’s hand, sniffling and looking out at the neverending ocean before it. Nakyung wonders how far it goes, how deep it can sink. She thinks of all the creatures inside of it, the ones swimming at the top of it and the ones crawling at the bottom.

Nakyung thinks this can go one of two ways. She can say nothing and let herself sink into the deepest depths or she can forgive and let herself float to the top.

Nakyung squeezes Chloe’s hand once more, pressing her cheek harder into the other’s hair.

“It’s okay,” Nakyung assures, voice tight as she sniffles.

“It’s okay, Chloe.” Nakyung sniffles again, feeling Chloe squeeze her hand tightly like she never wants to let go.

She doesn’t want to let go. She never wants to let go.

#╰ * VENUS : scenarios ⧽ burn it to the ground .#fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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Take Your Time

A/n: I wrote this whole thing specifically for the second verse of Take Your Time by Chloe Moriondo which also happens to be the song this fic is based on! I’m still doing dbh bingo, I’m just a lil uninspired atm so I’m clearing my palette lol

Summary: After walking in on you dancing in the living room you decide to tease Steven with a lap dance.

Warnings: Established relationship, slight power dynamics towards the end, very suggestive 18+

~600 Words

You jumped onto the couch, lip syncing to one of your favorite songs. You held the remote like a microphone and bent at the knees and waist during the most dramatic part, as if you were on stage preforming it. Suddenly you heard the door close and applause drown out your music, “that was amazing love,” Steven laughed, “we should get you on a stage!”

You pause the music and set your hands on your hips, ignoring the way your face begun heating up, “yeah? That wasn’t even my best!” You stepped off the couch and began looking for the right song, “once sec Steven, let me find a song.”

He smiled and finished setting his stuff down, “I’m ready whenever you are, want me to whip something up as a post-preformance meal?” He wraped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You thought about the song you wanted to play and smirked, “it’s alright, I’ve already found it.” You pressed play on the song and waited for it to load, “sit here, you’re going to love it!”

As the song jumped into it’s lyrics so did you. You slowly took a couple steps back from him, maintaining eye contact as you smirked. You made your moves sensual and slow, teasing him as you moved. You watched him shift in his seat as he stared.

Trying to hide your smile you began singing, “If I could be a pretty girl, would it make you wanna do the things that I wanna do? What do I have to do?” As you sang the the long note you threw your head back and placed the hand that wasn’t holding the ‘mircophone’ on your collar bone. You let your hand drift down your sternum as the prechorus continued. During the chorus, you reached towards him and let your fingertips trace along his shoulders. As it ended, you threw your leg over his and settled in his lap.

You set the remote aside and leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his and whispered the lyrics, “I know I should learn my own lesson, move on. But you’ve got a grip on me.” You grabbed his hands and set them on your hips. You tilted your head and moved your lips to his ear, “All I think of are your eyes,” you wrapped your hand around his throat, causing him to whimper, “and your fingers, and your thighs,” On the last word, you ground down onto him. “All I wanted is you, what do I have to do?” He couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from his chest, trying to turn his head to kiss you while tightening his grip on your waist.

Staying true to the best version of you, you continued to tease him, kissing his neck during the vocals and grinding down on him every now and then. By the time the song was over, he was a mess: panting with his eyes shut tightly and his face flushed.

“So, how did you like the performance?” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair.

His hips twitched beneath you as he began, “i-it was goo-great! I just don’t think- it’s just not fair you’ve got me like this Love.”

You hummed, a playful expression spread across your features, “You’re right, and you were so good during the show weren’t you?”

He nodded eagerly and panted into your neck, “yes- I was, please-”

You almost laughed, “alright then we better reward you~”

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant smut #moonkight #steven grant x you #smut #mcu moon knight #steven grant x y/n #mcu #mcu series

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letstalkaboutit100 · 5 months

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Ideas pt 17 Blue=Concepts Pink= episode ideas Green= Notes

Both Poppy and Holly love horses. I feel Poppy would have a pet lizard and Holly a pet bird. (Note: I thought the long-hair twin was Poppy and the other Holly. I personally like my way better.)

Holly is bi but she ends up with a girl at the end of the show. I'm not sure who, but I don't want her to be another fairy tale character. Just a regular normie. I want them to have Jackie Lynn Thomas and Chloe vibes. (her girlfriend from SVTFOE) I want both of them to have cool dyed haircuts with similar fashion taste. I can also imagine Holly wearing a long grey beanie at the end. With a matching scarf and black heeled boots with magenta jeans and a purple shirt with bracelets.

Maddie's favorite thing to do is paint tea cups. She wears these funny goggles that make her eyes look big lol.

At Wonderland High (I think that's the name) Chase was the nice popular guy that every girl had a crush on EXPECT Lizzie. Alister is more of the handsome quiet kid the other girls have a crush on too. Bunny gets jealous lol. She used to have a crush on Chase too and Alistair got jealous! (Kitty had the biggest crush on him but now she sees him as some annoying guy. He totally teases her a lot to annoy her. He SOMETIMES makes her blush.) Anyway back to Lizzie, he sort of wonders why and tries to talk to her and get her attention and after a while, she just becomes used to him and they become friends. Neither of them has ever had a crush on the other. Courtly was crazier than Kitty! She was stalker creepy obsessed with him! She thought that he and Lizzie were dating so that's why she hates her so much! And other reasons...)

I want a scene after the dragon games where Apple is talking to Blondie and sees (she's not really listening b/c come on! It's blondie! She's probably just asking her questions and rambling) Darling takes her hair down and Apple watches her and in her POV it's in slow motion and stuff and she ends up blushing and looking away.

I want an episode right after the Dragon games. The first episode of the new season. And it's all about Darling! Her whole childhood! (she's narrating) What it was like growing up, how she views her brothers, being an only daughter and everyone expecting her to be a perfect lady her whole life, her first adventure, when she first meets Apple, (They were 7 and she and Daring were having a playdate and when the brothers were arguing Darling took her hand *They both blushed :)* and led her out into the forest and showed Apple her secret hideout! It's a tree house and they spend the whole day there eating the apples from the tree! That's when Darling started to have a crush on her!) I bet she knows about Headmaster Grimm's brother way before Maddie, her first trip to Wonderland where she met Bunny and Alistair and they become friends and go on crazy adventures, Everything up to the dragon games where she kissed Apple.

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bi-bi-bi-buckley · 9 months

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I just finished watching the new Miraculous movie. I need to just- discuss it. Because wow.

First note: I ugly sobbed twice in the movie. First time was when the butterflies turned from akumas into bright akumas when Gabriel and Adrien hug, and I sobbed even harder with Emilie's form wraps around them both. The second time I ugly cried was when Adrien realizes Marinette and Ladybug are one and the same and starts crying, and then Marinette starts to cry, and then I cry.

This movie was insanely good. As much as I love the show (trust me, I love it), I do prefer this version of Gabriel's story, but that might just be the inner little kid in me who likes happy endings. Both versions of Gabriel's story showcases the power of strong emotions, one being how grief and obsession can contort in insanity and the other, the grief of a husband and a father, being forgiven even though he had done so much wrong. Even to his own son. He had almost killed his son- and was about to actually do so. The movie made Gabriel redeemable (a task I thought was impossible) and likeable. In the movie he truly is just a grieving man, not yet driven by obsession like in the show. It's a stark contrast but I don't think it's bad. I actually really like it.

This movie was the most beautiful movie visually, that I have ever seen. Ladybug and Chat Noir's duet was easily my favorite because of just, how beautiful not only the song was but the visuals. The way Chat looked at Ladybug, and vice versa, was just amazing.

One thing I didn't like however, was the portrayal of Plagg and Tikki. First let's talk about Plagg. He's my favorite kwami and I understand he's supposed to be chaotic and such, but I feel like they just made him have the same vibe as an overweight uncle who may or may not do illegal substances. With all the- as the captions put it- flatulence, it didn't really seem like Plagg to me. Same with Tikki. Tikki in the show is able to balance and understand Marinette's needs as Marinette and as Ladybug and helps her. The Tikki in the movie felt off to me. She felt pushy, and unaware of Marinette emotions, which caused her to be less likeable which is a crime because it's Tikki. (A lot of other characters seemed to have strange characterization, but I did like the scene of Marinette telling Chloe her hair looked like a rats nest- it was very satisfying)

Ok that's the only little nitpick I had of the movie. I enjoyed it thoroughly and will probably be watching it daily for the next month. I remember watching the trailer and such and immediately thinking it was the most beautiful movie I have ever seen, and it did NOT disappoint! I am in awe that I actually got to watch it.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT MARINETTE'S DRESS AT THE END!? I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO HAVE THAT DRESS IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

I also believe the dress is symbolic. We see in the final fight that Marinette believes her and Ladybug are separate entities, but Tikki helps her realize that they are one in the same. That Ladybug- the protector of Paris- wouldn't exist without her. So the last scene she is in, she's wearing a ladybug dress. She finally understands that what Tikki said that first night is true. She *is* Ladybug. Her wearing the dress was the two halves of her life combining, making her whole.

Also her unmasking Adrien, was so powerful. We know that for Adrien, the mask symbolizes his freedom, but it's the opposite for Marinette. She is chained down by her responsibilities. (Show wise, not shown as much in the movie but I'm sure the second one will show it) Sure it was so he could recognize her as Ladybug, but I think this scene holds a much deeper meaning. He had already "accepted the mask" per say, we see this in the first scene he's in. He's confident and proud, knowing his job just not knowing how to execute it yet. Then you have Marinette, who struggled the entire movie on whether or not she was worthy, whether she is Ladybug or not. She's taking away Adrien's mask, because she's his lady, and even without the mask, he is free around her. And here she is taking the mask, because even though as Marinette she's clumsy and stumbles and makes mistakes, that's her kitty, and she knows that she can do anything by his side. That they are stronger together.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous spoilers #miraculous lb #miraculous movie

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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year

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PRDC headcannons

♡=Romantic HC. (Doesn't have to be about the first two people in the HC. [I.E. Any ship with polygamy, and/or multiple people dating the same person but not eachother, involved.])

◇=Normal HC

♤=Family HC

☆=Friendship HC

♤Matt loves to make fun of Riley and Kaylee. (Mainly because he is their older brother and they do things like that.)

◇Chase loves to watch videos of people doing stupid stuff and/or getting hurt and laughs his ass off. Every. Single. Time.

♡Whenever Chase laughs at something or tells a bad joke Riley has to fight back a smile.

♡Matt plans out the best dates to take Ivan out on, but he never asks him out because he's too scared Ivan will reject him, so he just has a notebook with date ideas.

♡After Ivan FINALLY asks Matt out he takes him to his apartment, which he rents with the money he gets from the Café, and cooks them some dinner. (IDC what other people say my man Ivan knows how to cook very well.)

♡Chase just quietly dotes on Riley whenever he isn't looking, mainly when Riley and Kendall or Zenowing are playing Chess.

♤Shelby's family has a family dinner every Tuesday and sometimes Tyler and Kaylee join.

☆Matt pretends to not like Chase, but he is actually really good friends with him and they will talk a lot.

◇Chase is a VERY big theater nerd, his favorite musical is Heathers. (It just so happens that Heathers is also his favorite movie.)

◇Shelby, Riley, Kendall, Kaylee, and (kinda) Tyler are also theater kids.

☆Chase is really clingy towards all of his friends, so when he starts to become overwhelmed he becomes even more clingy and literally HAS to be holding a friends hand or hugging them to calm himself down.

☆Ivan and Riley bond and talk while sword fighting with each other.

♡Every once in a while Tyler and/or Kaylee will leave a little (or not so little depending on the day she's having) note in Shelby's bag to tell her how much they love her or all the little things that they love about her.

♤Riley's, Kaylee's, and Matt's dad is named Jerry.

♤Jerry (Mr. Griffin) has a dog that is named Jax. (Matt named him)

☆Chase is super protective of all of his friends.

♤Chloe figured out Chase was a Power Ranger when Santa flew Chase to New Zealand in season 1. She had her suspicions after Rise of a Ranger, but the Christmas episode confirmed it.

♡Ivan loves Matt's smile so much that he will do whatever he can to make him laugh/smile.

☆Shelby and Riley have a weekly dinner where they just talk about life. (Just like Joey and Phoebe in Friends.)

◇Matt absolutely adores Shelby, and treats her like family. (So does Hope [Mrs. Griffin] tbh.)

◇Hope (Mrs. Griffin) loves Chase and lets him come over whenever he wants to.

♡Tyler and Kaylee talk about Shelby a lot, to anyone, at any time.

◇The reason Kaylee doesn't live at the ranch during the summer is because there is a NASA program, that she does, at her college.

♤When they were younger people thought that Kaylee and Riley were identical twins because Riley had long hair and he looks a lot like Kaylee. (This happened from the ages 2-5. [Riley cut his hair really short with scissors he thought were toy scissors.])

◇Chase loves talking to Hope and Jerry (Mrs. and Mr. Griffin) and has their phone numbers. (They love talking to him as well.)

◇Riley's favorite musical show is Julie and the Phantoms, he does not care that it's a 'kids show', he finished it in one day thinking it would be a light-hearted show but ended up bawling his eyes out by the end. (He was pissed off when he found out Netflix canceled it.)

♤Riley convinced Hope (Mrs. Griffin) to watch Julie and the Phantoms with him.

◇Chase, Tyler (and Riley sometimes) quote Vines a lot to confuse Ivan and Koda.

◇Chase LOVES spiders. (He has five of them: Ember, Phantom, Raven, Skreech, and Breaker.)

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before you, i was a puzzle i couldn’t solve [1/?] (bechloe)

Genre: Fluff, Flirting, Single Parent AU

Summary:

“How did you describe her, baby? Pretty red hair?”

The little girl nodded with a bounce as she took her father’s cue. “Ms. Chloe has the prettiest red hair and her eyes are blue! Bluer than mama’s! Blue like—like Elsa’s powers! And she smiles lots and she likes Catboy and I like Owlette and she said she’ll be my bestest friend forever!”

Or: it’s a sequel to all my pieces fit with yours, Jesse finds out, and a lil reunion happens.

Author’s Note: apparently having your birthday can give you a writer’s kick??? so here’s one out of a number of fics i’m churning out today as a gift to myself 😌💅

no ao3 sorry :(

before you, i was a puzzle i couldn’t solve (1/?)

When people asked her about her daughter’s father, Beca could never decide on a single answer.

Jesse was many things—her best friend, her go-to person when she needed bail, the annoying goofball of a brother she’d never asked for, but mostly, he was her constant. It was difficult to explain to people how integral he was as a part of her life—even after their breakup, even during their arguments about her pregnancy, even during the pregnancy and all the years after, Jesse was a constant pillar of support for her.

He was the one who helped Beca set up the nursery for Erin as soon as she’d told him she wanted to keep her—even if it meant he had to travel all the way to LA from Orlando. He was the one to recommend children’s movies for Erin when he found out Beca would only let their daughter listen to music and read books. He visited as often as he could afford to and made sure Beca took the time to take care of herself and even date around if she ever wanted to (she’d never wanted to, before).

Jesse was Erin’s father first and her best friend second.

Beca always had a feeling that if Jesse wasn’t the father, the chances of her choosing to raise a child would have slimmed down to none. Jesse was her best friend—but that was it. He checked on them constantly and doted a little too much on Erin and from time to time he’d check on her own health and would ask if she was finally seeing anyone yet. She hadn’t dated much since she’d given birth to Erin, and no one had really interested her enough to try anything serious, so her answers have always been the same. Until today.

“So, a redhead, huh?”

Beca had half a mind to slap the shit-eating grin off his face, but Erin was sitting right next to her and Beca wasn’t up to playing 20 questions with her little girl about why she’d hit her dad.

So instead, Beca shrugged and added more neatly cut chicken on to her daughter’s plate and kept her focus resolutely on her lunch.

Jesse pouted childishly at her response (or lack of). “Aw, come on, Becaw! The rare times I ever hear about you meeting someone new and you clam up!”

“No one said anything about meeting anyone,” she retorted, eyes rolling reflexively as she bit back her more choice words.

Jesse’s brow quirked challengingly. “Oh yeah?”

She hated the smug confidence in his tone.

“Hey, Erin, sweetie,” he turned to their daughter, smirk sliding into place as Beca glared. “What was the name of the nice lady you met on the plane again?”

Erin lit up at the mention of her new favorite person. “Ms. Chloe! She was the nicest, prettiest lady ever!”

Though Beca couldn’t argue with those facts, her mom-reflex had her teasingly ask, “Even prettier than mommy?”

Erin nodded without a second thought, warm brown eyes widening earnestly as she looked up at her parents. “She’s the prettiest.”

“Even prettier than Elsa and Tiana?” Jesse pushed, half-teasing, half-genuine, wondering just who, exactly, this ‘Chloe’ was.

Erin stood on her seat, tiny legs wobbling before Beca steadied her with a protective hand. The five-year-old stretched over their food and slapped both of her father’s cheeks, pulling him close with all the excitement and sincerity in her chubby little body. “Prettier than Moana.”

Both adults gasped as dramatically as they could muster while holding back their laughter, Beca guiding Erin back into her seat as she let a couple chuckles leave her lips.

Jesse took her distraction as a chance to continue. “Okay, so, this Ms. Chloe—who’s the nicest and prettiest lady ever, with,” he paused, turning to their little girl as his smile turned sly. “How did you describe her, baby? Pretty red hair?”

“Well,” Beca swore Jesse’s smile was bordering pure evil. “She sounds just perfect, sweetie. You’ll have to introduce me some time.”

“Yeah!” Erin cheered before prattling on about something completely unrelated to anything they’d been talking about. Beca could only muster a glare at her impishly smiling douchefriend across the table.

The rest of their stay passed without much incident. Jesse would bug her about Chloe every now and then, Erin lost a shoe in Disney World, Beca was able to meet up with an old friend, and Erin and Jesse had combined forces to pester her about finding Chloe online (or through her phone friends, as Erin had come to call all forms of social media).

Soon enough, Beca and Jesse had to pry their five-year-old off the man’s leg and hustle their way through the airport to board their flight. Erin always got restless and emotional whenever it came to saying goodbye to Jesse, but Beca had gotten used to it enough to know which tricks to pull out depending on Erin’s body language.

Stage one of the Jesse Separation™ was a good ten minutes of silent tears. Her hysterics from being pulled away from her father would dissolve into little Erin curling in on herself and crying the pain away (sometimes, Beca would imagine some sad r&b song playing the background). Stage two would be the stuttered talking. Erin would turn to her mother, big brown eyes puffy and shaking little lips curled into a pout, before she’d stutter her way through a tiny plea to stay a little longer or bring her father along with them. Stage two was always the most difficult hurdle to jump, especially earlier on in her journey through parenting. Stage two used to make Beca feel like such a shit parent.

But Beca learned, and so she’d hold her baby close, murmur some soft reassurances, pull up some slime videos, and tell her little girl that they’d make all that slime when they got home. The distraction would last a good twenty to thirty minutes before Erin would ask if her daddy could make the snow slime with her (it was always the snow slime)—then she’d remember that they were leaving her father and they’d move on to stage three. Stage three was the most physical of all five stages. Erin would cling to Beca like a clamp, chubby little arms gripping her neck-arm-leg-waist-whatever-body-part-she-could-grip like a lifeline. She’d then proceed to shout Chloe’s name in the middle of the airport—wait. Wait.

Cold blue eyes shot up from her squirming daughter to see burning red hair and full pink lips curled into a small smile, warm ocean blues shining with amusement.

“Chloe?” Beca echoed Erin’s second exclamation, the five-year-old finally jumping out of her mother’s arms and ramming full speed into the redhead’s legs.

“Erin!” Beca watched the teacher crouch to scoop her little girl into a hug easily, tan arms cradling her daughter with a gentle ease. Beca still couldn’t quite believe the teacher was in front of her, having tried to throw all memories of the woman she was sure she’d never see again as far from her thoughts as possible (she was never one to hope for the best in life). Shaking away her confusion, Beca pushed all her questions to the back of her mind and made her way over to the excitedly chattering pair.

Erin’s pout was a little less harsh, her arms still crossed as the baby brunette seemed to be holding herself back from stomping. Chloe’s lips were curled into a serious pout as well, although the edges of her lips twitched with an obvious effort to keep from smiling. Her warm blues were shining with amusement despite the crinkle between her brows, the teacher evidently trying to take the gradeschooler as seriously as possible (as if that weren’t the cutest fucking thing Beca’s ever seen).

“And it isn’t fair!” Beca caught the tail end of Erin’s little rant, quirking a questioning brow at the redhead who shot her an amused little shrug in reply.

Chloe turned her attention back to the pouting five-year-old. “Well, Erin, it sounds like your mommy and daddy are doing everything they can to make sure you get to have everything you want in the entire world. Just because your mommy and daddy can’t always be with you at the same time doesn’t mean that they aren’t working their very hardest so that you can have the bestest life ever.”

Erin’s pout turned thoughtful as she let the words sink in. Even Beca felt blown over by her answer (she couldn’t have come up with a better reply if she’d tried). Finally, with Erin calm enough to talk to, Beca ushered Erin into an empty seat and let her facetime her father before turning to the beaming redhead.

“Fancy seeing you here, Bec.”

The musician’s brows quirked in amusement as she shot the other woman a smirk, the mischievous sparkle in Chloe’s eyes contagious enough for Beca to shoot off a nickname of her own. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that, Red?”

Chloe shrugged, her smile never wavering as Beca watched the teacher barely contain herself from bouncing in place. “Either way, it’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Beca’s smirk softened just the slightest before she remembered what she’d wanted to ask in the first place. “Wait, so are you on this flight, too?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m flying off to New York to visit my brother for the rest of the break before I fly back to LA.”

“You live in LA?”

Chloe’s laugh was soft and light, a warm flutter of melodies that danced in Beca’s ears. If Beca hadn’t seen the redhead struggle with her carry-on, she would’ve sworn the woman was angel incarnate. “Don’t sound so surprised, Bec. We were on the same flight.”

Right. Stupid question. Beca bit her lip, hoping the flush on her neck wasn’t as noticeable as it felt. “Right. ‘Course.”

“Ms. Chloe! Ms. Chloe!” Beca thanked the universe for her daughter. “Meet my daddy!” Or not.

Erin was on her feet and tugging Chloe to crouch down next to her, tiny hand curling clumsily around Beca’s phone. Once Chloe had found her footing next to the little bundle of energy, knelt on one leg as she leaned closer, Erin jumped on to the redhead’s lap and handed her Beca’s phone (Beca couldn’t decide if she needed to have another talk with her daughter about boundaries or to encourage her to be careful not to hurt the teacher. She could tell that Chloe was a genuinely kind and warm person and would never hurt Erin on purpose, so she didn’t really know the boundaries she needed to set with her daughter with someone like Chloe).

Warily, Beca decided to hang back and let Erin introduce her newest best friend to her father. Erin had always been a friendly, energetic kid (she got that from Jesse), but Beca had given her enough lessons about being cautious around strangers and anyone who made her feel weird or scared for Erin not to have a cautious side, too. Chloe just seemed to be an exception for both Mitchell women.

“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you, Erin’s dad.” Erin snuggled into Chloe’s shoulder as the teacher held her phone up to fit both of them into the screen.

“And it’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Chloe with the red hair who likes Catboy and has replaced me as my daughter’s best friend.” Beca could hear the grin in Jesse’s tone as his tinned voice crackled through her phone’s tiny speakers.

“Daddy!” Erin giggled, burrowing deeper into Chloe’s hold (a weird, fuzzy feeling settling into Beca’s stomach at the sight and sound). “You’re not my best friend! You’re my daddy!”

“Oh, silly me,” the three of them giggled and snickered at nothing Beca understood to be funny, but the pure joy and giddiness in her daughter’s face was enough for her own lips to curl into a soft smile. “I forgot you can’t be both.”

“Yeah, daddy, you can’t,” Erin squeaked in between her giggle-fit. “It isn’t fair if you’re both!”

“You’ve got a point there, Air-bear. Gotta give the competition a chance.”

“Well, thank you for taking pity on us lesser beings,” Chloe’s smile was wide and lopsided, cold steely blues following the curve of those full pink lips with a dazed little blink.

“And thank you for being so great with Erin. There wasn’t a day she didn’t tell me about you.”

“My pleasure Mr—uh, Erin’s dad. Erin’s an amazing bestest friend.”

“Right! Where are my manners, I’m Jesse Swanson. Father to the best little girl in the world.”

“Chloe Beale.” Beca filed that info away for—well, just in case. She was Erin’s newest best friend, after all. Beca might need to contact her in case Erin was feeling… needy, or something.

The boarding call for Beca and Erin’s flight broke the cheerful little atmosphere among the group as the adults realized it was time to say their goodbyes. Jesse promised to call Erin once they landed and Beca promised to text the man when they did. Erin seemed a little less emotional about this goodbye (Beca guessed the tan hand gripping her own little chubby ones helped ease the pain or something), and it was easy enough to convince to grab her little carry on before saying their goodbyes to the redhead.

“Bye Ms. Chloe,” Erin clung to the teacher’s neck like a desperate monkey. “I’ll miss you.”

Chloe seemed almost as emotional as Erin’s stage two. “Bye, little bird. I’ll miss you more.”

“Is this a forever goodbye?” Little Erin’s voice sounded much smaller than a five-year-old’s.

“Of course not! I’ll give your mommy my number so you can call me and text me any time, okay?”

Erin replied with a stronger hug, Beca noticing the misty eyes Chloe blinked away (and if Beca weren’t so concerned about catching her flight, she’d find it all incredibly cute). Knowing they’d be late to their flight if she didn’t step in, Beca cleared her throat and helped lower Erin back to her feet. Once she was sure Erin wasn’t going to burst into tears or anything, she turned her attention back to Chloe, who stood there with a quirked brow and expecting hand.

“What?”

“Your phone, Beca?”

“Oh, right.” Beca watched the redhead quickly type in her number before calling herself to get Beca’s number as well, handing the phone back with her eyes clear of tears and a bright smile back on her lips.

“I better hear from you two soon.”

“Me?”

Chloe winked, stepping into Beca’s space to pull her into a quick (but so, incredibly warm) hug. Chloe stepped back before she could even process what had just happened and knelt in front of Erin to scoop her into one last hug. “Your mommy has my number now and I have hers, so we can talk any time you want, alright?”

Erin nods into the teacher’s shoulder and Chloe finally steps back with one last wave goodbye. “Alright, have a safe trip, you two!” Beca takes Erin’s hand and nods towards the taller woman. “And Beca?” She looks up from checking on her daughter to see Chloe shooting her a sly smile. “Call me.”

#pitch perfect #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #my writing #original writing #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe fic #hahaha it's BEEN a while since i've written for this pair #anyways hi #single parent au #all my pieces sequel #queer bread writes

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ridiculous-disaster · 10 months

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Because I hate this show’s lackluster season finale and because I hate Zoe, I’m going to complain about her outfit. Now I might be a bit biased towards this outfit considering that I recently reviewed the crime that is Kitty noir. In comparison Vesperia, stupid as she is looks decent.

Might as well start of with the positives, don’t worry this list isn’t to long,

This does hide her identity rather well, a hair style change goes a long way.

Her shoes stand out from the others in an interesting way.

Those who made this stupid outfit had way better ideas concerning colors then Kittys designers did. There are just two main colors do match the colors of a yellow jacket, (the species that she was most likely based on)

Hair antennae are an interesting choice, doesn’t work however as she now hat four antennae.

Notice how short that list is, and two of those are just an interesting and unique choice. Considering that this is the replacement to queen bee, a really well thought out outfit and one of the best in my opinion. I will get more into Chloe later but for now this is the list of stupid things in this outfit, I will rank them from least annoying to worst thing in this show.

The mask looks stupid, they tried to use the top of the mask as a way to show emotions like how we use eyebrows in animation. But it looks stupid, the mask bends down to, I assume look like a V, but just no it looks dumb, her outfit already has enough V’s on it you don’t need more in dumb places.

What is up with her bangs, I get that they’re supposed to look like antennae but they just look like they came straight out of an anime and it clashes with the rest of her outfit as it has more of a motor head aesthetic, also the miraculous already has two antennae sticking out of it, you don’t need more.

The clear favoritism in her transformation secureness, compare her to Mylene who literally stands still for half of her transformation, I have seen fan animations who have more movement in their transformation

She literally just stand still here,

Compare this to vesperia

The entire sequences has this amount of detail and movement, it’s clear favoritism towards their “best bee ever”. Her transformation also shows a lot more creativity then any other hero or villain, more then the main characters. One of the worst characters on the show has one of the best transformations. How stupid is that.

4. Her outfit is nowhere near as though out as Queen bee

Look at her. It’s an outfit that both clearly shows who she is and has a really well thought out composition. I need a list for all that this does well, but this is already getting long enough so here’s a summary. She properly looks like a bee, black limbs and a yellow torso, she is designed to move your eyes, her stripes move your eyes downward to look at her legs and then upwards again to her completely, this is accomplished with the stripes getting smaller, also an adorable detail, her fingers look like she’s gathering pollen.

This is a great outfit compare this to vesperia

She barely even resembles a wasp (I will get back to that), yellow limbs and a black torso, it’s like doing the opposite approach. The black fingers add nothing as it doesn’t represent anything and does a poor job a balancing. Her pattern is now on everywhere her legs, also those are not insect stripes, those are tiger stripes at best. Her outfit doesn’t guide your eyes anywhere, I didn’t expect the copy to be better but it shouldn’t be this bad, you already made a bee before, learn from that, take note what people like and don’t, but hey what do you expect from a one dimensional replacement that was only added in because light gray was far to nuanced, yes I’m talking about Chloe when I say gray… I miss season two.

5. Thai isn’t a god dammed bee, it’s a wasp. The BEE miraculous made a wasp. You don’t see the mouse turning into a hamster, that’s because they’re different species, I can excuse hawkmoth because moths and butterflies are I the same family and he’s the villain. But this is stupid.

With all this said, what does vesperia have going for her. I haven’t even dissected her personality and I already have a huge rant about her and as some may have noticed I took apart and complained about everything in this outfit. Compare the good things to the bad. There are 4 good things, two of witch are basically the same thing and one witch I complained about. The favoritism towards her is also staggering.

Final note, about Chloe and her. If I was Chloe I would be pissed. A few episodes ago a hero whose identity had been revealed had gotten right back into action and now there is someone with the miraculous she used to use, stating how much better she is then her and ladybug does nothing as this wasp just stand around and gloats. The episode doesn’t seem to show vesperia explaining the situation to Chloe, so for all she knows someone who is far more self-centered then her is still given access to the bee. It’s honestly kinda sad if you think about it that way.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ml ladybug #ml vesperia #miraculous vesperia #zoe lee #mlb zoe

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 40

*Warning: Adult Content*

With nothing more to be said on the subject of Thomas Flynn, for the moment, at least, Ambrose Thorne and Dane Hunter take turns filling Freya Hunter in on the situation with the thefts.

She asks a few keen questions but for the most part she just listens.

Noah Hunter knows that, besides being the best tracker in their Pack, she has something like a photographic memory and will remember everything she's told with no need to take notes.

When at last they've caught her up, the talk turns to other, lighter fare.

Grace tells them about her plans for the farm and Freya entertains them with stories of some of the more unusual jobs she'd been hired for, which sound like a recap of a wild season of some crazy tv show.

When she tells them how she cleared out a nest of feral ghouls that had taken up residence in an abandoned subway tunnel, Noah ties to catch her in a lie or at the very least an exaggeration.

"Yeah, I've done that, too," Noah laughs.

"In a video game. 'Feral ghouls' aren't real."

She shoots him a look that says 'challenge accepted' and pulls out her phone.

She has pictures.

They certainly look real.

They also look kinda like normal people, except for the dead grey skin, black eyes and black, needle-like teeth.

"Ghouls feed on the dead," Freya explains matter-of-factly.

"The real ones, that is. Most are pretty well-behaved, really and keep to themselves. It's when they get together in larger numbers that things get messy."

"Oh wow," Grace breathes, having taken Freya's cell-phone to look for herself.

She scrolls to the next picture and the next and Freya happily details her thrilling encounters with a number of unusual beings.

Noah guesses it explains why she'd barely bat an eye when he announced he was dating a dragon and he feels a twinge of uncalled-for jealousy as he realizes that her life is about a thousand times more interesting than his.

"What's this guy?" Grace asks, holding the phone towards Freya.

Noah catches a glimpse of a handsome dark face and a cheeky grin.

"He looks hot. Is he an incubus or something?"

"Oh... no," Freya says, taking her phone back and quickly returning it to her pocket.

"That's just Darius."

Grace narrows her eyes with a slight smile.

"'Just Darius,' huh?"

Freya sips her drink with studied nonchalance.

"Yeah, we've been, uh, working together for a bit. I left the RV with him when I flew out here."

She turns the conversation to another topic and Grace lets it go but when Freya's not looking she casts Noah a wink and mouths just Darius, while trying to hide a grin.

Noah files the name away for future use.

~ ☾ ~

Eventually, their little party winds down.

Ambrose, Freya and Dane turn back to discussing the case, while Grace and Noah compare some of their favorite books.

Chloe leans against Grace, content to listen, while Julian has slowly inched closer to Dane.

He lies curled with his head in his lap, seemingly asleep, while Dane absently strokes his soft, dark chocolate-colored hair.

The pair of them might have hit a rough patch, Noah reflects but they're still on the same road.

It's late when Ambrose and Noah depart, Freya giving his brother a final rib-cracking squeeze and a playful pretend punch to the side of his face on their way out.

"Weasel," she says, shaking her head.

"I'm happy for you, though, you know that right?"

She hugs Ambrose next and Noah sees her whispering something in his ear that makes his eyebrows lift.

In the car, Noah asks him what she'd said.

"Let's just say that if I take your brother's threats to my person seriously, it is your sister whom I'd truly fear to cross."

Noah Hunter laughs.

"Me too."

The rest of the drive home passes in silence.

Noah stares out the window at the night-darkened world, watching trees and fields and then houses and the streets of the town slide by, like a dreamy film reel.

He’s sleepy and relaxed and strangely content and he realizes that as uncomfortable as it was to share his story, he feels better now that he has.

Despite having seen him only that day and despite Dane's prediction that Noah will see him again, he feels like he’s finally free of Thomas Flynn.

So he’s a little surprised to see, as Ambrose pulls into the garage and shuts off the engine but makes no move to get out of the car, that he doesn't seem to share his lightened mood.

In fact, Ambrose looks almost grim, staring straight ahead with his hands still on the wheel.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks after a moment.

"What's wrong?"

He takes a breath and then, still without looking at Noah, speaks in a quiet, low voice.

"You're not to see him again, Noah," he says.

"Do you understand me?"

Noah blinks a few times, taken aback.

"Who? T-Thomas?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't want to see him again," Noah replies, frowning.

"You know that."

"Then see that you don't."

Noah’s frown deepens.

Ambrose’s tone is almost harsh and he sounds as if he's laying down the law for a troublesome teen and wants to make it clear he means to be obeyed.

"Hey," Noah objects.

"You don't need to tell me that. I'm well aware of the danger, in case you missed that part."

"Are you?" Ambrose asks, finally turning to look at Noah, his eyes flicking between each of his.

"Did you not, this very day, meet him in secret, having told no one of your planned assignation ahead of time? Would you not have done the same again, if the wretch had promised you repentance and if your brother had not put his skills to use at last and discovered the true nature of the man?"

"What? No." Noah protests.

"And I did tell someone. The only reason that someone wasn't you is because I didn't get the chance to. I tried to tell you all this last night, remember? What's with you, anyway? Thomas or not, who I see or don't see isn't something for you to decide."

Quick as a striking snake, Ambrose grabs Noah by the back of the neck, pulling the young man towards him across the space between their seats.

"Listen here, little wolf," he hisses between his teeth.

"Do you have any fuckin' idea what you are to me?"

Alarmed by his sudden, unexpected aggression, Noah stares back at him, hardly daring to blink.

"I'm your... your M-Mate," Noah answers, with less certainty than he'd like.

Ambrose shakes his head.

"You know you're more than that. You're my heart, my weakness, my wealth, my joy and my greatest fear. And if dragons are prone to any particular vice, little wolf, it is not wrath. It is jealousy."

Noah tries to pull away from him but Ambrose doesn't let him go.

"Are you seriously saying you're jealous of Thomas? Because that's ridiculous."

Again, Ambrose shakes his head, pulling Noah closer.

"I'm jealous of every minute you're away from me. Every word you speak to someone else. Every glance that isn't cast my way. I'm jealous of your trust and your friendship. I'm jealous of your love and of every second you spend thinking of something that isn't me."

His voice has turned low and dangerous and his teeth show at the corner of his lips.

"You know that's crazy, right?" Noah whispers, still not sure how alarmed he ought to be.

"You make me crazy," he replies.

For a moment, Ambrose’s eyes continue to blaze dark fire.

Then he lets Noah go and sits back, blowing out his breath in a long sigh and resting his head against the back of his seat.

"Sorry," he says after a few tense seconds tick by and he sounds much more like his usual self.

"I've been holding that back all night, since the moment I learned where you'd been today and with whom and the sort of danger you might've been in. Your sister's lovely, by the way," he adds, glancing over at Noah again.

Noah is still watching Ambrose warily, unable to quite judge how serious he'd been just now.

Ambrose sees Noah’s look and gives him a wry, half smile.

"Hey. Come here."

Ambrose reaches for Noah again, gently this time and leans over, stopping with his lips just barely touching the young man’s.

"I'd very much like to kiss you, right now," he says softly.

"If you'll grant me that privilege."

Noah returns his smile.

"Consider it granted."

It starts gentle and sweet, a soft press of lips, a tentative taste of something more but Ambrose is volatile tonight and the smallest spark sets off a roaring flame.

Noah parts his lips, opening his mouth to Ambrose, who takes the invitation readily.

What started innocent gets hot, wet and dirty fast.

Ambrose slides his tongue against Noah’s tongue, in and out with unmistakable intent, exploring him with a passion that makes it clear he wants more than a taste and Noah gasps when Ambrose gently bites his bottom lip and pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting them.

"Gods, I want to fuck you," he whispers, eyes lifting to lock on Noah’s as he wipes the pad of his thumb across his mouth.

"I want you now."

"What, right here?" Noah laughs.

"Mmhm," he murmurs.

"I want to bend you over, sink right into that tight little ass and fuck you 'til the only word you know is my name. I want you shivering and breathless. I want you all undone and begging me to let you come. I want..."

"Ambrose, shut up," Noah says and pulls him back into a kiss.

After a minute or so, during which Noah tries to collect his widely scattered thoughts, he lets Ambrose go.

"Tell you what," Noah whispers, resting his hands on his chest and not quite meeting his eyes.

"Let's get to our room, clean up, calm down a bit and then... Well, then how 'bout you listen while I tell you what I want?"

Noah raises his eyes and sees his flash bright with a deep red flame.

Ambrose smiles, dangerous and slow and Noah shivers.

Before, he had been sleepy, ready to take a quick shower, slip into bed and call it a night.

Now, it seems the night is far from over.

~ ☾ ~

"Noah... God, please... let me..."

"Not yet. Not til I say so."

"Fuck."

Ambrose's voice is strained and breathless and Noah smiles down at him, even as he wonders at himself.

A few weeks ago, even the thought of doing something like this would have had him blushing.

Noah pulls off him and slide back down, straddling his hips and riding him slow, enjoying the sight of his sweet torment maybe a little too much.

He'd told Ambrose he couldn't touch him, couldn't move until he let him and he’s been taking his time.

Noah can tell Ambrose's reaching his limit though, dragon or not and has nearly had enough but the young man finds he rather likes this view of him.

Ambrose’s hair is spread across the coverlet, his arms above his head where he grasps the top of the bed, a flush lights his cheeks while coals smolder in his eyes and the muscles of his firm abdomen shiver and twitch as he fights to restrain himself.

"Noah..." he gasps and bites his lip and Noah knows he's right at the edge.

Noah slides off him almost all the way and then stop and hold still.

"Alright," Noah whispers.

“You can finish."

Ambrose grasps Noah hips and pulls him down while thrusting up at the same time.

Noah tries to move with him but Ambrose holds him in place, fucking him hard and fast until with a final thrust he buries himself deep, then works his hand up and down Noah’s stiff shaft until he comes, his body spasming around him as Ambrose fills his lover with a sudden spill of heat.

Noah pulls off him and collapses over his chest, breathing hard and listening to the rapid thud of Ambrose’s heartbeat echoing his.

After a moment, Ambrose rubs his hands slowly up and down Noah’s back, laughing softly under his breath.

"That'll teach me to talk dirty," he says.

"Seems there's a bit of Wild in you, after all, little wolf."

"Shut up, Ambrose," Noah says, for the second time that night, though this time he says it with a smile.

Then he sighs.

They're going to need a second shower as well.

~ ☾ ~

By the time they finally get to sleep, it's well past midnight and they both drop off quickly, Ambrose spooning Noah’s back.

Usually Noah might have found it a bit stifling, to be held so tightly but tonight he finds it comforting because he can tell Ambrose finds it so.

Ambrose presses a kiss to the back of Noah’s head, gives him a final squeeze and falls into unconsciousness with a happy purr in his throat, utterly content.

Sometimes Ambrose alarms Noah with the things he does and says, making him shy away from his intensity as he might from the heat of a blazing fire or a powerful light but at the end of the day, as they've arrived at it now, Noah trusts that Ambrose loves him and that his heart is safe in his lover’s hands.

With this thought circling his brain like a flock of restless doves, sleep gathers Noah in a soft sly embrace, so that he doesn't even know it has taken him until he wake again.

When he does, it's still dark and he’s not sure what's woken him until he turns over and realizes he’s alone.

The place beside him is empty and when he shift his eyes to those of a Wolf he sees that so is the bedroom.

Noah waits a bit, thinking Ambrose might've just gone to the toilet or to get a drink of water but when five minutes go by and he's yet to return, Noah rises and pads softly across the room.

They'd let Dougal in after their... activity...

‘I'd found the thought of being watched, even by a dog, absolutely unbearable.’

And now he sleeps, undisturbed on his dog-bed in the corner.

Checking the bathroom and finding it empty, Noah heads into the hallway, padding softly towards the stairs.

Nothing stirs and the house is entirely still.

When they'd come in, they'd found their guests mercifully already retired to their rooms and had seen no sign of anyone as they'd passed, hand-in-hand like horny teens eluding our parents, up the stairs to the refuge of their room.

Now Noah descended, feeling like a sneak in the night, not even daring to whisper Ambrose's name in the dark.

At the bottom landing, he pauses.

Everything is still, nothing out of place.

Except the front door, that is, which is wide open.

Feeling a bit like that character in the horror movie who does something stupid while the audience screams from the other side of the screen, Noah moves towards it, shifting his ears as he goes.

Stepping through, he takes in the scene on the other side.

The lawn is bathed in moonlight, looking slightly less parched for the recent rain but still sparse and bald beneath the light of the moon and stars.

In the center of the yard, a figure stands, clad in a long tartan robe, his loose hair spilling down his back in a cascade of auburn curls.

At his feet lies another, immobile and prone.

Noah approaches, reaching forth a tentative hand.

"Ambrose?"

He turns but in the flat blankness of his eyes Noah sees no recognition and his face is like a mask.

"Ambrose?" Noah repeats, shaking him.

He stares at Noah a moment and then looks down.

Noah does as well.

At their feet, Brutus Oakfield lies, eyes open and unseeing, a pool of blood leaking from a wound on the side of his head.

In his hand, Ambrose holds an iron fire-poke, its end bloodied and stuck with clumps of hair.

Noah backs away from him.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks for a third time.

Ambrose stares at him and tilts his head to the side.

"Ambrose?" he repeats, in a strange, unfamiliar voice and laughs.

"No, little wolf. It is Ainach to whom you speak and Ainach to whom you have bound yourself. Ambrose is merely the pawn to my king, while I am the player."

Noah retreats another pace and trips over Brutus' feet, falling to his back on the lawn.

Ambrose, or whoever he is, stares down at Noah a moment and then seems to shake himself, a shiver coursing the whole length of him.

When he looks down at Noah again, he does so with a look of confusion and surprise.

"Noah? What in the name of all the Gods..."

Ambrose takes a step towards Noah and stops as his feet bump against Brutus' side.

He looks down, then at what he holds in his hand, then back at Noah.

Ah... fuck." he says.

"Not again."

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silvernyxchariot · 1 month

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Fandom & Self Ship Information About Me,

because it's about time.

Synopsis: Hi, my (preferred) name is Nyx and I am an elder weeb, non-binary/genderfluid, they/them, Asian American. Not necessarily from the 1980's but still old enough to remember using VHS tapes to bootleg my anime. In this post, I will share with you my delulu self-ship information and fandom info. It's fairly simple, so don't think too deeply about it. Or do. IDFC.

⚠️DNI⚠️ TERFs/Radfems, anti-self/OC shippers, harassers, trolls, bigots, pedos, racists, anti-LGBT+, religious zealots

Details & lists below the cut

Theme Songs:

Or favorite songs. To get a better feel for my vibes, I guess.

Geek in the Pink - Jason Mraz

Vena Cava - Angelspit

Dead To Me - Chloe Adams

Shoot Me Again - Metallica

季節は次々死んでいく - Amazarashii

Romantic/Intimate Self Ships:

¹ Donquixote Doflamingo, One Piece*

² Kavetham/Haikaveh, Genshin Impact

³ Szayelaporro Granz, Bleach

⁴ Satan, Obey Me!

⁵ Asmodeus, Obey Me!

⁶ Kisame Hoshigaki, Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden

⁷ Tier Harribel, Bleach

⁸ Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, My Hero Academia

⁹ Jean Pierre Polnareff, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pt.3&5

Familial & Platonic:

¹⁰ Ghiaccio, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pt.5

¹¹ Retsu Unohana, Bleach

⁰ The Kid Pirates, One Piece (familial)

¹ Konan, Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden (familial)

² Lisa Yadōmaru, Bleach (platonic)

³ Kaede/Nyu, Elfen Lied (familial)

⁴ Wriothesley, Genshin Impact (familial/platonic)

⁵ Nnoitra Gilga, Bleach (familial)**

⁶ Carmilla Carmine, Hotel Hazbin/Helluva Boss (platonic)

⁷ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Bleach (familial)**

⁸ Madara Uchiha, Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden (familial)

⁹ The Akatsuki, Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden (familial)

¹⁰ Grell Sutcliff, Black Butler (familial)

¹¹ Majority of La Squadra Esecuzioni, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pt.5 (familial)

¹² Coyote Starrk, Bleach (familial)

☆ Choso, JuJutsu Kaisen (questioning)***

Kin List

¹ Gregory Violet, Black Butler

² Husk/Zestial/Vaggie, Hotel Hazbin

³ Zhongli/Kazuha Kaedehara/Alhaitham/Chiori, Genshin Impact

⁴ Lucifer/Satan/Belphagor, Obey Me! (Depends on the day)

⁵ Lisa Yadōmaru/Sui-Feng, Bleach

⁶ Akasuna no Sasori, Naruto/Naruto: Shippuden

⁷ Risotto Nero, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pt.5

I got tired. Okay.

Favorite Anime/Manga/Games from newest to oldest:

(Also, my hyperfixation list. I am reaching deep into my memory bank for this.)

⁰ Pokémon (always)

¹ Genshin Impact

² JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

³ One Piece

⁴ Yu-Gi-Oh! (DM to 5D's)

⁵ Naruto/Naruto:Shippuden

⁶ Black Butler

⁷ Rozen Maiden

⁸ Growing Up Creepy/Flight 29 Down

⁹ Digimon

¹⁰ Teen Titans 2003

¹¹ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003

¹² Winx Club/W.I.T.C.H.

¹³ Scooby Doo! Where Are You?

Foot notes:

* Uncomfortable sharing because someone tried stealing/copying my artwork and OC...🧍��♂️We were in the same fucking One Piece server too, like "You're not slick." The mods KNEW this person for copying other people's art too, but they let it slide 💀💀💀 until the rest of us were fed up with it.

** Yes, I know. I have problems. Thenk yew. 💁‍♀️

*** Like, I thought I'd be a Nanami girlie, but Choso made me twirl my hair and kick my little feet.

#about me #meet the artist #fandoms #self ship list #self shipper #poly self ship #self ship community #mostly comfortable with sharing #self shipping #self ship #anime #manga

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f1version · 4 months

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ANOTHER YEAR ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ DR3

pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x girlfriend!Reader ( she/her )

summary: You and Daniel spend the 25th of December surrounded by friends turned family, hoping it all lasts another year.

warnings/info: fluff, kisses, mentions of alcohol, mentions of mental health. this is just a lot of thinking, reflecting, and loving your partner very much.

word count: 770

note: this one is (very) short and sweet. inspired by another year by FINNEAS.

snowglobe, a holiday special

Days like these are your favorites.

You’re laughing at some joke Scotty made when Daniel slides the door open, beers in hand and a Santa hat on his head. The sun is setting over the ocean, Australian weather just right for spending the 25th of December in your beach house, surrounded by a small group of friends turned family.

“Hello everyone!” Daniel calls over the sound of waves breaking; everyone beams at him—those who arrived while he was at the store, greeting him with kisses on the cheek and hugs. He approaches you, leaning down to press a kiss on your hair and then your lips. “Hi sweetheart, how’s everything?”

“Good,” you smile, and he sits down next to you, searching for your hand once he’s comfortable.

Looking around, you see happiness. The people you love the most are here, sitting around the small fireplace, joking about the goddamn Christmas tree in the sand. Tony, your dog, is running around, then to you, licking your intertwined fingers with Danny. The Aussie laughs.

“Hey buddy, that’s mine!” He exclaims playfully, holding your hand up in the air. Tony barks at him, “Oi, don’t be jealous; maybe you’ll have a hand to hold next year."

You throw your head back, laughing. You love this man way too much. You loved his energy, his smiles, the love he had to give the world, and the love he reserved for you. You’re grateful you had another year next to him, even if 2023 wasn’t the easiest for him.

He always tried to look for the positives, but that didn’t change how challenging it was. You, more than once, kissed away his tears, held him close when nightmares haunted his nights, gave him his space when frustration was too much, and held his hand when battling with his diet. It wasn’t an easy year in any way, but in the end, he made it through, you made it through. Because he was also there when you cried, when you felt tired and overwhelmed. He was there when the world was about to end but didn’t, and you like to think that’s because you have each other. Because Daniel, for a bit longer than seven years, has been the reason for countless of your smiles, and you could only hope this would last yet another year.

You hear Chloe call your name, the Daniel’s, dog interference forgotten, “Where are you guys going to be in New Year’s?"

With Daniel, you want to say, but he beats you to it.

“With my sweetheart here, of course,” he says, dragging you towards him to rapidly peck your lips, making the others laugh. You blush, wanting to cry, laugh, and get married all at once; you know it sounds dramatic, but it’s that melancholic time of the year that makes you overthink everything, so if the ending of your story is sad, you need to cherish these moments next to Dan.

“What if you come up to Canada?” Lance’s question brings you out of your thoughts.

“No, please, no,” Scotty complains loudly, shaking Chloe’s hand exaggeratedly. “What if we just stay here? Do a small party at our lovely home."

Daniel shrugs. “We can do whatever you want, mate, just let us know before we end up running away to Monaco or Los Angeles. Right, babe?” He says and you roll your eyes, knowing you have no plans to leave Australia until 2024.

More of your friends join the discussion, adding the option of partying in New York or hanging out in Greece. It’s messy, but it doesn’t last long. The majority of you know that Scotty and Chloe’s penthouse in Melbourne will be the place to sing obnoxiously and get drunk on champagne.

Time passes, and a million topics are discussed. Daniel is asked about next year and doesn't look too worried; Scotty rants about Chloe’s next single and how it’s about him; you and Corey get into a discussion about the best movies of the year; Lance falls asleep on his chair for seventeen minutes, counted by his girlfriend; you’re even stargazing at some point, having Mike explain every constellation in the sky.

It’s beautiful.

You’re cuddled against Daniel, lost in the starry sky, when his own mind wanders away. He thinks about you and him, about how grateful he is for all these years next to you, about how he wants to have you close for the rest of his life. He thinks about the ring hidden in his backpack and smiles, hoping for forever.

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