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withahappyrefrain · 6 months
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Summary: After teasing and disobeying Bob, you get your well deserved punishment.
Warning: Choking (yes this is the bicep choking fic), dash of size kink, lots of sex, oral (both receiving), language, mean dom Bob bc I'm a whore
"Darlin'. Behave." His voice is low, gravely in your ear. His fingers gently squeeze the flesh on your hip. To others, it looks nothing out of the ordinary. Just Bob, whispering sweet nothings to his partner.
If only they knew.
You let out a confused hum, tilting your head up to face his. The smile on your face is innocent, unassuming. The same smile that Jake swears was the key to him figuring out that you were married to Bob, stating that y'all looked like 'you just stepped out of a movie musical from the fifties'.
You didn't wear long dresses and skirts because you felt a kinship to a particular decade.
Rather, the extra fabric made it easier to cover yourself while Bob fucked you in his truck. 
Which is exactly what you wanted to be doing right now instead of watching Jake and Bradley argue over a round of pool.
Usually wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your back into his chest did the trick. Apparently watching two grown men argue was too distracting.
So you began to move your hips, subtly grinding your ass against his crotch. Bob simply squeezed the flesh of your hips, sending a subtle reminder back.
That just wouldn't do.
God, you had been aching for him all day. And yes, it was a bit greedy to still want him after he gave up arriving on time tonight in order to eat you out. Truly, you had hoped the act would be enough until you two returned home. 
But he just looked so good in his white T Shirt. Bob was always handsome, but you loved it when he dressed casually. The soft fabric of his shirt hugged his muscles that he didn't show very often. It seemed that people often forget that Bob had to stay physically fit for his job, that he also had to do two hundred push ups.
You never forgot.
"Just a little bit longer, then we'll go home. Kay?" Bob whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You nodded your head, despite being unsatisfied with his response. Stilling your body, it appeared that you understood his request.
Bob slung an arm around your shoulder, his hand near your breasts, but just out of reach. Your thighs clenched at the sight of his fingers, thinking about how earlier he had used them to make you come so hard your legs shook.
So your hips began their ministrations again. To onlookers, it looked as though you were simply swaying to the music playing from the old jukebox.
Bob knew the truth.
The grip he had on your hip tightened, his lips trailing from your forehead to your ear, "What did I just say?"
"I like this song," you stated, shrugging your shoulders. It was fun, seeing how far you could push him. Bob was pretty good at keeping up the facade, as if his cock wasn't growing erect underneath his jeans.
If things were up to you, his cock would be growing inside you while your back was pressed into the mattress.
Instead, you were still at the Hard Deck, Bob seemingly determined not to break.
"Y'know I'm gonna fuck you when we get home, right?" He whispered, pulling you closer to him, hoping the promise would be enough to satiate you. 
"I know," you said with a sweet smile. No one thought anything odd of your exchange because it looked like a normal conversation you and Bob were having. 
If only they knew. 
Your hand trailed up from his thigh to the back of his neck. His hair was soft, curling thanks to the hat he had on. That old trucker hat that he always wore when he wasn't in uniform. 
Bob let out a strangled grunt upon feeling you tug his hair. The sensation only lasted for a few seconds, your hand moving quickly back to his thigh. 
He was stunned, or so he appeared. 
His arm swiftly moved up your chest. Your eyes bulged upon feeling his bicep against your neck, restricting your airway. 
The action was brief, his bicep gone before anyone could see anything. But the sensation, how easy it was for him to choke you, how he didn't have to move his arm that much because the muscle was so big, remained in your brain, replaying over and over again, your thighs clenching. 
"That made you wet, didn't it?' He asked, chuckling. As if he just witnessed something amusing, rather than choking you in public. 
"Why don't you go check?" 
His stare burned into the back of your head. You didn't need to look, you knew his icy blue eyes were narrower, his nostrils flaring as he thought about what you just implied. 
"You heard me," you whispered, words smug. 
Bob's hand moved quickly. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made your eyes widened. Within seconds after slapping your face, that same hand was now gripping your chin, tilting it upwards so he could press a kiss to your lips. 
No one noticed. 
He had been so fast, that it looked like he was simply cupping your chin to kiss you. 
How sweet. 
No one noticed how his hand was trailing up your thighs, slipping under your skirt, moving towards the space in between your thighs. 
No one noticed how his eyes widened when his hand felt your soaked folds rather than cotton. 
“This whole night?” Bob asked. 
"Wanted to be ready for ya," was the only explanation you gave him. 
It was all you needed. 
Bob didn't let you get that far into the house. As soon as you reached the living room, your knees were on the carpet. The soft material brushed against your face as your legs were pried apart. 
"Ya think you're so big for that fucking stunt, don't you?" His hands were rough, grabbing your hips, pushing them towards his. 
A desperate moan fell from your lips upon feeling his clothed erection against your bare ass. 
"Should have fucked you right then and there. But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You couldn't help but let out a needy whine upon hearing the sound of him unzipping his jeans.
"But you'd like that too much, wouldn’t ya?" His voice was sinful, low and gruff as he repeated himself, indicating he wanted a response. 
It took some time for Bob to be this comfortable around you. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries, and quite frankly, part of him was worried you wouldn't be into it. 
He was so wrong. 
For as much as you liked being in charge, there were times where you didn't want to make decisions, to think through every action. You wanted to be daring, to be reckless. 
Most of all, you wanted someone to reign you in, to call the shots. 
It worked out well, for Bob only had so much control in his daily life. He didn't call the shots, that was ultimately up to his pilot. He couldn't control what others did up in the air. 
But in this moment, he could control you. Could mold you to how he saw fit. He could make you cum over and over until your legs shook or edge you till tears ran down your face. 
He had options, choices. Something he reminded himself as he felt your bare cunt grinded itself against his denim covered crotch. 
His large hand found your ass, roughly grabbing your soft flesh, practically marveling at your curves. 
“Only want you Robby. Only you,” You pleaded, your voice music to Bob’s ears. 
“God, you’re so soft,” He murmured into your ear, his fingers finding their way to your soaked folds, “Want all of ya.”
You moaned as his fingers thrusted into you, finding that special spot with a precision and quickness that only Bob possessed. 
The sound of his name said in broken moans filled the air, mixing with the lewd sounds of your wetness as his fingers continued his ministrations, his thumb finding your clit. 
With anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how desperate and loud you were. But god, his fingers were so thick and made you feel so fucking good. Bob knew your body like the back of his hand, every curve, every spot that drove you closer to the edge. 
And you’re so close, you need just a few more thrusts, a few more rough circles drawn on your clit and you would be seeing stars when you closed your eyes. 
But you didn’t deserve that. Not after what you just pulled. 
Which is why Bob responds to your tears and pleads when he pulls out with a harsh slap against your cunt. Pleasure laced pain courses through your body, your own fingers gripping the rug for purchase. 
“Don’t you dare. Turn around and show me how bad you want to come and maybe then I’ll think about it,” Bob ordered. His words caused your walls to clench around nothing. 
You maneuvered your body so that you were now looking up at him. His erection was straining against his clothes, his cock impossible to ignore. 
Quickly, your fingers found the buttons of his jeans, undoing them enough so you could easily pull down both his pants and boxers to his knees. 
Your mouth all but salivated at the sight of his cock, now resting against his abdomen. 
Bob had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. It was perfect, not too thick, curved ever so slightly, which allowed him to hit that spot with every thrust. 
You moaned as your lips touched the plush tip, tongue lapping up the precum that had formed. The vibrations sent shivers down Bob's spine, a deep grunt falling from his lips, his hands gripping your shoulders. 
He used his hands to gently guide your mouth further down his cock. Your cheeks hollowed out, trying to take in as much of him as you could. 
"Just like that sweetheart, f-fuck." Bob could maintain his composure thousands of feet up in the air, but as soon as your pretty mouth was wrapped around his cock, all bets were off. Your mouth was heaven and he loved how eager you were to show him you were able to take so much of him now. 
Drool began seeping down your chin as your head bobbed up and down, taking in as much as you comfortably could. 
His call sign never stood for baby on board. 
"Ya want me to come in your mouth? Or that pretty little pussy of yours?" His words made you want to rub your thighs together, an urge you were desperately fighting, not wanting to risk any more punishments. 
You looked up at Bob and he wished he could take a picture. Wide eyes and your mouth wrapped around his cock. You were beautiful and all his.
And boy, did Bob Floyd fucking love it. 
His fingers gripped your chin, guiding your head away from his cock, "I asked you a question darlin. You gonna give me an answer or do I need to teach you some manners again?" 
"I want you to come in my pussy. Please." 
Bob chuckled, "So polite for a dirty little girl. Turn around." 
And that was your punishment. He'll fuck you, he'll let you come, but you couldn't see him unless he let you. You couldn't kiss Bob unless he wanted to. 
He entered you swiftly, eliciting a near scream from you. 
"Robby!" 
No one had ever made you feel so good, so full before. Bob wasted no time, knowing you were prepared thanks to this afternoon. 
"Fuck, taking my cock s-so good, angel," his voice was shaky, his breath hot on your ear. Even if you were in trouble, he couldn't help but praise you. 
You tilted your head up, hoping he would act on pure instincts and kiss you. 
His lips ghosted over your face, cerulean eyes nearly all but closed as he reveled in the feeling of your warm cunt clenching around his cock. 
"S'big Robby, I-" 
"Shhh," he pressed his lips to your forehead, "You don't have to think. Just let me use that pretty little pussy of yours." 
He snaked an arm around your neck, tightening his grip so his bicep pressed against your throat. Now you had no choice but to look up at him. 
Broken, choked gasps filled your living room, swirling with the sounds of Bob's hips meeting yours. All you could do was take it, his cock repeatedly brushing against the spot that made your toes curl and your back arch in pleasure. 
Before you met Bob, you didn't think that spot even existed. 
"You gonna make a mess all over my cock? C'mon baby, you can do it," Bob flexed his bicep, further restricting your airflow. 
That one movement broke the dam. Your legs shook as white hot pleasure ran through your body. Bob, ever the doting husband, was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up while your orgasm took over your body. 
"Please don't stop," you're begging and you don't care. Every thrust prolongs your pleasure. All you can focus on, all you care about is your husband and how his cock is sending you to a pleasurable bliss. 
"S'pretty, want another one," Bob's chest was pressed against your back, his hand snaking to just above where you two connected. 
His fingers, calloused from years of work, felt heavenly on your clit. 
The pleasure was now rolling through you in waves. Each thrust, each swipe of your clit sent you reeling. If it weren't for the arm Bob and around your neck and collarbone, you weren't sure you'd be able to hold yourself up. 
"C'mon baby, so fucking pretty. Know you got another one in ya. Fuck, you feel so good. C-can't believe I get ya all to myself, love you s'much," his words were beginning to slur, as if he was drunk off of you. 
It was one of your favorite parts about having sex with Bob. When his words began to slur, when the only things he could intelligibly say were praises for you, the only thing he could focus on was you. 
Between Bob's praises and the circles his thumb was drawing on your clit, your eyes closed as pleasure took over your body again. You were screaming something, could feel your throat strain as you spoke. But what exactly it was, you couldn’t say. 
A large hand cradled the back of your head, the other maneuvering your legs so they were wrapped around a lithe waist.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on your bed, a pair of blue eyes staring back at you. 
"Hey darlin," Bob's voice was soft as his nose glided over your cheek, "Wanna keep going?" 
You weakly nodded, your hands reaching up to his hair. 
"Use your words darlin," Bob reminded, fucking his head down to press gentle kisses and nips across your neck. 
"Want," you whined, causing Bob to sink his teeth into your collarbone, "Want you to come inside me Robby! Please!" 
A low, guttural groan came from your husband, "Fuck, how did I get so lucky?" 
His mouth trailed down your body, leaving kisses all over. Your fingers flew to his shoulders when you felt his nose brush against your clit. 
"Robby, you said-" 
"I know," his breath was hot on your most intimate part, "But I just gotta taste ya first, okay?" 
Bob couldn't help it and you knew it too. Yes, he got to taste you earlier. He knew it was bad to be greedy, but your cunt was an exception. 
So he didn't feel bad when his tongue found your soaked folds, lapping up your arousal. It drove Bob wild, getting to taste you. He had to fight the urge to grind his hips against the comforter, wanting to come inside you. 
Your fingers were threading themselves in his sun kissed hair, needing something to hold onto as he groaned against your cunt. 
"S'good," Bob moaned, sending vibrations all along your body. Wanting to keep you ready for him, he thrusted a finger inside you. 
"Robby!" 
Bob simply smirked, knowing your walls could feel the cool, smooth metal of his wedding band. He continues making languid thrusts against that spongy spot, the one that he knows drives you wild, makes your legs shake. 
Besides, you were still being punished. You wanted to come so badly tonight, so Bob was going to make you come.
Over and over again. 
Your back arched as his tongue continued to lap at your clit, sensitivity surging through you. 
While your release came in a smaller wave this round, it was still intense. Your fingers gripped the soft strands of Bob's hair, hips jerking upwards in a shameless attempt to get more of Bob's mouth. 
"What's wrong? Thought ya wanted my cock darlin," Bob smirked when he pulled away. 
It was impressive how after five years he could still take you by surprise. You open your eyes, his words making you want to sit up. 
Instead, your husband's lips crashed onto yours, his large hands pushing you back down to the mattress. 
"Asked ya a question darlin. Gonna give me an answer?" 
Two could play the game. 
Your fingers gripped his hair, nails brushing against his scalp as you tugged on the locks, pulling his head back. 
"You gonna fuck me?" 
You could only place a few love bites on his neck before you were back on your knees, face against the pillow. 
"When did you get so bold?" The rural drawl laced his deep voice, his breath hot on your neck. 
"Since you stopped fucking me." That was the final straw. Bob quickly lined his cock to your entrance and thrusted in without a warning, sending you practically reeling. 
"Fuck Bob!" 
"That's what I'm trying t'do," he snarled, his hips quickly meeting yours. 
Any smartass comment died in your throat when Bob's bicep pressed against your neck. God, it was easy to forget how big and strong he was. He tried to hide it, tried to make himself small, make himself blend in by hunching over, by not taking up as much space. 
Which was why you loved it when he displayed his strength. He didn't have to flex much, if at all, to have the muscle against your throat, restricting your airway. 
"Can tell how much ya love that from the way you're clenching me so tight." 
You could only let out a strangled hum of agreement, too busy focused on how fucking full you felt every time he bottomed out. 
Bob knew you were getting close. He could tell by the way your breath quickened, your walls clenching around his cock, not wanting it to leave. 
Bob was also very close. Had been for quite a while. But he was raised to be a gentleman and you deserved to come several times before he did. 
His free hand trailed down to where you two connected. Just a little more attention to your clit and Bob would have you right where he desperately needed you. 
All you could do was take his cock, take in the scent of eucalyptus that surrounded him, mixed with the sweat that came from his hard work. 
"M'so close," you weakly groaned, fingers finding purchase in your comforter. 
"I know, just a little more. You can wait for me, I know ya can. Fuck I'm so lucky, married to ya. Ya gonna take it all too, aren't ya? Fuck, I love ya so fucking much." 
He released the grip he had on your throat, turning your head so he could capture your lips once more. 
That was what sent you reeling. That's what made you see galaxies when you closed your eyes. The only thing you could focus on was how good he felt, fucking you, coming inside of you, filling you up with everything he had. 
For what seemed like ages, you two were frozen in place, trying to catch your breath. 
"Darlin, I'm gonna pull out now, 'kay?" Bob finally said, gently pressing a handkerchief to where you two were connected. 
"Can we shower after this?" You mumbled. 
Bob pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "Course we can." 
"With the shower steamer?" 
Bob chuckled, "The rosemary one, right?" 
"Love ya Robby." 
"I love you too darlin'."
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ofdreamsanddoodles · 1 year
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just occurred to me that all of iruma’s main interests have, like, some tense relationship to gender. like azz & clara don’t usually focus as much on it as amelie used to, but at the start of the series, a bunch of students would refer to clara as kind of like, a weird pet iruma & azz have. even amelie has a line where she’s like “i forgot this strange beast was a girl.” clara doesn’t seem to mind it too much, even though she does have a strong identity as being the “big sister,” and the more aware she gets of her crush on iruma the more she considers doing more feminine things. it’s not that she doesn’t want to be a girl it’s that people consider her so strange & offputting that they forget she is one unless she reminds them.
azz’s relationship is, like, both less & more subtle considering that there’s a lot implied (like him being trans) but he’s never like. said anything. he very explicitly does not want to be referred to his feminine first name, always wears a certain cut of jacket that gives him a specific silhouette, is shown to be super uncomfortable with his bloodline ability, which is potentially something he considers feminine, since it’s probably related to love in some way (i know we got the pretty boy freshman & mr hat has his own thing going on, but as far as we’ve seen that seduction classes are mainly girls only, & his mom is the crown of lust). one could argue his desire to be a protector is also very transmasc of him, but i think it’s pretty clear whatever azz’s deal is, we haven’t heard the full story yet, but i think it’s interesting he’s so insistent on fighting for iruma, when amelie (who is stronger), struggles a lot with her crush towards the beginning, because she’s worried her strength & height means she’s not feminine or cute enough to catch iruma’s attention & a lot of times she actually ends up deferring to eliza on what to wear because she’s more typically feminine
judging by her comments at the evildol festival (”a girl is at her cutest when she tries her best”) it’s something she overcomes, but she still wants to be the one that gets carried like a princess despite being over a foot taller & fantasizes about iruma giving her flowers. it’s funny because her love of first love memories means she sometimes uses that as a basis for how a relationship should go, so she’s absorbing japan’s ideas about gender, but also a big part of the manga is rin’s interest in taekwando, which she uses to save her male love interest from the “evil organization,” which isn’t necessarily the most typically feminine thing either.
also, of course, if i’m talking about gender, i have to mention iruma, who shows up in the netherworld completely unaware of his own desires after a lifetime of putting others first & struggles to even do something as simple as using a transformation spell to give him clothes he likes, and canonically exclusively only wore stuff his grandfather bought him until he had azz (king of gender) go shopping with him. (also a very large part of s1 was him struggling with discomfort about being put in the spotlight bc he didnt want to be perceived) they’re all very concerned with their image in a way i don’t think i’ve seen very often in shounen manga, & i think it makes it all the nicer they end up gravitating towards each other so quickly, because it doesn’t seem like many of their classmates feel as strongly about this (tho amelie apparently only recruits “weirdos” to the student council, according to the members themselves, so maybe they're more complex than what we’ve seen so far)
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Kurt Fashion: Wonder-Ful
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I love this grey and purple combo so much, he looks great. and like the little hood, and the cuffs folded over like that. Great look. Also, Kurt’s ocd superstitions this ep were an interesting character trait and i kinda wish it was brought up again, or had been referenced to before. It’s not unbelievable bc we’ve seen certain things he’s ‘picky’ about but still. I always want more Kurt lol
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Kurt’s pants have just been getting tighter, but I have no complaints lol. The mustard lowkey looks great on him and I love the scarf, esp return of the airplane pin! This could easily be a chaotic outfit, but it’s Kurt so somehow works
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I loveee Kurt in green. These pants look great on him and I love the shirt. I don’t mind an ascot, but I feel like it adds too much colour? Maybe if it matched his belt or the design on his shirt?? The hat is cute, but not my fav
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So I had to include this full shot bc omg why are Kurt and Mike matching?? I love it?? And love the vest, love the orange pants. Great look and love the matching.
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Wow Kurt, rewearing the pants in the same week?? I guess he only packed so much lol. Love them still, and I really like this shirt with them. Green and orange (I think it’s orange?), looks great
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I like the jeans but a lot of sock showing... would’ve preferred his boots. Another repeat this week with the vest, but he looks great so who cares. It does add realism with the repeats this ep bc of how much he packed
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COlour is for the performance and wow been a while since he wore yellow (this yellow, he wears mustard). A pretty lowkey look, just included it for fun
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been thinking a lot about my warden emmet au (also known as "emmet gets eeby deebied instead of ingo") where i basically just go ham on hammering in the truth vs ideals differences
obligatory bl/nkshippers dni you guys make me uncomfortable 💚
some thoughts / random hcs under the cut:
emmet still joins the pearl clan and becomes sneasler's warden, but he and the clan have a slightly different dynamic: where ingo was sort of a loner even after becoming warden, emmet at least tries to make friends with people to try and ease the aching loneliness in his heart
he still does the point-and-call thing, as well as make So Many Train References that he doesn't get
emmet and melli are aggressively frenemies. every time they see the other they Have to stop and have a passive-aggressive insult battle for at least five minutes. they are like 5 seconds from throwing hands with the other at any given moment. however they are each other's most frequent source of human interaction and they've spilled secrets to each other that they have told NO ONE else.
emmet is in his mid to late 20s. he does not remember this but he gets offended when people assume he's in his 40s-50s.
melli calls him an old man specifically because he knows it angers emmet. when he eventually finds out emmet's younger than him (only barely), he is So Fucking Shocked
emmet only wears his hat- he keeps his coat folded up and safe. sure, it's what he was wearing when he was found, and is the only thing besides his name and hat that he has from Before, but, truthfully, it's only a coat.
so what he wears is almost identical to ingo minus the coat and shoes. emmet (begrudgingly) put on boots that were better suited for climbing/walking
as i mentioned earlier, emmet tries to be friendly to everyone because he has a aching loneliness. he knows that its probably from Before, and he's admitted to someone (probably irida or melli) that he belives its because he used to spend most of his time around someone, and isnt used to being away from them for so long, but he has no idea who, or what they meant to him. despite his best efforts, that aching loneliness never stops.
emmet doesn't try to remember his past. it would be nice to, yes, but he thinks that the memories will come in their own time. if they don't, well... that's why he is trying so hard to build a new life in hisui
emmet talks more! his sentences are weirdly phrased and sometimes have a weird cadence, like he's unused to speaking in long sentences (because he is), but he's trying. he also talks a little louder
"i think i used to have a partner. we were verrry close, even if it accidentally shocked me frequently. despite looking like a creature of the water, it used lightning with ease."
"i am also beginning to recall a man who looked like me. he used to be called stoic, even though he was very outgoing. he wore black where i would wear white. i remember him being verrry loud. i wonder who he was?"
Jacked Emmet
ok he's not that buff but he's definitely stronger than he was when he was a subway boss
rei AND akari reverse adopt him as an uncle. good luck ingo your little brother is returning with TWO niblings
they're also the main reason he gets his memories back. they convince him that he should know the full truth of who he was instead of just blindly moving foward and also make him admit to himself that he's just. not happy in hisui
emmet gives irida a hug goodbye when he tells her he's leaving. she Definitely Does Not almost cry she Does Not (she is actively fighting tears)
emmet also says bye to melli it is about as awkward as you would expect. melli is just shocked emmet is giving him a personal goodbye. he even gets a weird, extremely awkward half-hug half-back-pat from emmet which just gives melli Even Worse whiplash
emmet, regaining his memories: i am emmet. i abandoned my boy. I Abandoned My Boy!!! (the boy is ingo and elesa. you can pry nimbasa trio as siblings from my cold robotic hands)
this hurts bc in my mind emmet runs into ingo before he fully regains his memory. there is a very vivid scene where ingo hugs his younger twin after like ??? a few years ?? idk the timeline is fucked up. but ingo hugs his brother and emmet, extremely touch adverse to people he doesn't know, tenses. and there's an internal battle where he doesn't know who this is but getting a hug feels like coming home.
but emmet is truth. and emmet does not know who this strange man with his face and a black coat is. so he carefully pries ingo's hands off him and says with a smile "please do not touch the conductor!" and ingo is obviously Devastated
it's okay though eventually emmet shows up outside ingo's door and before ingo can even process who's there emmet is tackling him
i have this happening even in "canon" but even though emmet's coat is in significantly better shape its still a little fucked up so he gets a new uniform. where ingo's coat is white emmet's coat is black :》 can you tell im a big fan of black accented emmet
also in my "canon" but emmet is kept a ""secret"" until elesa ingo and emmet are all emotionally ready to face the press bc that is a LOT of emotions to work through especially on emmets side when he realizes everyone he knew in hisui is long dead. also they want to wait for emmet's new uniform to be finished before they announce he's back
that's the main stuff lol i might post some ficlets/drabbles later though!!!! and it would mean a lot to me if you reblogged this and gave your thoughts in the tags :》
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Mikaelsons Black History Month
First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left
Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?
Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.
Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!
Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM
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Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.
They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.
SHEEEEEEEEESH
Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.
“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?
“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.
At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?
Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”
Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”
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They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.
“Alexa, you know what to do.”
And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA
LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip
“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”
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Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling
You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again
With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces
TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.
First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo
We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some
Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.
But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.
After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.
With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.
Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.
Anyways
Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.
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Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration
They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!
You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.
You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)
LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™
Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”
Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill
LMFAOOO enjoy
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fanmoose12 · 3 years
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modern AU levihan as kids: Kenny babysits Levi, and doesn't let him play with any kids after school bc he thinks all kids are brats, but he approves of Hange so he lets her come over to play with Levi. And Hange always brings dandelions that she picks from the ground for Kenny, Levi, and for Levi to give Kuchel whenever she comes home late from work
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"I'm going out," Levi announced, coming downstairs already dressed and with his backpack on.
From his place on a sofa, Kenny put down his beer and raised an eyebrow.
"May I ask where are you going?"
"You may not," Levi retorted, his face dark. Kenny had to admit - for a little boy, his nephew had an impressively fierce glare. Even some adults found the kid to be unnerving. Not Kenny, though.
"Oi, brat, you better tell me where you're going. Or," he smirked. "I'm going to call your mother."
At that, Levi pouted and stomped his feet. He continued to glare at Kenny for a little longer, before surrendering with an irritated 'tsk'.
"I'm going out with Hange," he said with a sulky pout. Of course, it was Hange, Kenny had no doubt that Levi was meeting with the bespectacled kid from across the street. He asked him simply to see that awkward and constipated look on his nephew's face.
"Is your curiosity satisfied? May I go already?"
"You may not," seeing Levi's wide-eyed expression, Kenny felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Teasing the kid was so much fun. "Wait for a bit, until I get my shit. We'll go together."
"What? No!" Levi protested, clutching hands into fists. "I'm going with Hange! Not with you!"
"Your mother asked me to look after you," Kenny reminded, putting on his best ‘stern adult’ expression. "So I'm going to chaperone you and Hange. I'm sure she won't mind."
"I will mind," Levi grunted stubbornly.
Kenny rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Levi, stop with that tantrum. I'll drive you two to the park, get you some ice-cream, let you have some fun."
"While you keep watching us like a creep?"
"While I keep an eye on you two to make sure you won't get into trouble."
Crossing hands on his chest, Levi considered him. "You won't let me go without you, right?"
"Levi!" Kenny slapped him on a back with a loud chuckle. "And here I thought you aren't sharp!"
It earned him another glare from his dear nephew, but then Levi sighed, accepting his defeat.
"Hurry up, old man. Hange is probably waiting for me already."
"I'll be quick as lighting," Kenny winked and dashed to get his keys and wallet.
Once he was dressed and ready to go, Levi opened the front door. Hange was standing on their porch, her arm raised to the doorbell.
"Oh." She gingerly lowered her hand to the side. "Hi, Levi. I was just going to call you."
"Sorry, it took me so long. My uncle decided to go with us and I had to wait for him."
"Mr. Ackerman is going with us?" Hange's eyes widened. "Awesome!"
"See?" Kenny walked out, patting Hange's head with a smile. "I told you Hange wouldn't object."
"Of course, I wouldn't," she smiled. "You're so cool, Mr. Ackerman!"
"That I am," Kenny grinned, looking at Levi's disgruntled expression. "But please, Hange, we've talked about this. You can just call me uncle Kenny. Mr. Ackerman sounds like I'm an old man."
"You are an old man," Levi argued, scowling.
"No respect for his elders," Kenny shook his head, feigning disappointment. "C'mon, kids, let's get into the car."
Once Hange and Levi were seated at the back of his car and once Kenny made sure that they put on their seatbelts - Kuchel would have his head, if they didn't - there was only one thing left.
"So, Hange?" Kenny met her eyes in the rear mirror. "Where do you want to go?"
"Huh?" she bit her lip. "Why don't you ask Levi?"
"You know him,” Kenny said flippantly. “He'll go wherever you want. So. Have you decided?"
"Um," Hange glanced at Levi and leaned closer, whispering something in his ear. Levi gave her a small nod, and Hange smiled broadly, showing her still missing tooth. She turned to Kenny, giving him thumbs up. "We want to go to the park, uncle Kenny!"
"Your wish is my command," he winked, starting the car.
***
"Here you go," Kenny pushed two plates of ice-creams - mint chocolate chip for Hange and lemon for Levi - towards the kids.
Hange accepted hers with a loud and genuine 'thank you' while Levi just grunted something under his breath. Instantly, children dove into their desserts.
Sitting across from them, Kenny sipped on his coffee and watched them eat. It was quite fascinating - how different they were. Levi ate slowly and carefully, wiping his face with napkin whenever ice-cream got on his face. Meanwhile, Hange noshed enthusiastically and messily, her cheeks already stained. 
As soon as he saw the state she was in, Levi paused and put the spoon down. With a barely audible sigh, he took the napkin and gripped Hange's chin between his fingers, making her look at him. Then he proceeded to thoroughly wipe her dirty face, cleaning the remnants of the ice-cream from her cheeks and nose.
"You're such a clean freak," Hange muttered when Levi was finished.
"It's not my fault you're such a pig, four-eyes," he shot back, making Hange throw her head and laugh.
Kenny watched their interaction with amused expression, regretting that his sister wasn't too busy with work to witness this.
He had a feeling, however, that she saw a fair share of this back at home.
***
Kenny put the hat lower, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. It was quite boring, just sitting there, but at least Levi had calmed down a bit. After they arrived at the park, Hange had dragged him out somewhere, claiming that she wanted Levi to see a pretty butterfly she found when she had visited the park with her parents.
Kenny wanted to follow, but one glare from his nephew, and he surrendered, taking refuge at one of the benches.
He let them go, because as much as he enjoyed giving Levi shit, Kenny knew that he was smart. Careful too. He was confident that Levi wouldn't get in any trouble. Besides, the kid deserved to have some fun with his best friend. It was the reason he brought them there in the first place.
He wished the kids would come back sooner, though. The heat and bright sun were making him quite drowsy.
Kenny looked around the park, and when he noticed that there was no sign of his nephew or his friend, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting them rest for a short moment.
***
"Uncle Kenny! Uncle Kenny! Look what I've made!"
"Oi, old man, wake up," Kenny felt a sharp poke into his side and groaned, waving his hand to get rid of the source of pain.
"Wake up." Levi repeated, poking him again. "Hange wants to show you something." That was followed by another pock.
"Stop it," Kenny hissed. "I woke up, woke up! Just stop pocking me!"
He opened his eyes and was greeted with the too familiar scene - his nephew, glaring at him with all the fierceness a six-year old boy could master. Once he took a good look at him, however, Kenny had to rub his eyes, because he could not believe it.
His gloomy and grumpy nephew was standing in front of him, holding a long wooden branch in his right hand. And on his head, he wore a flower crown, made of weeds and poppies. Kenny clasped a palm over his mouth, stifling his laughter. He cursed himself for not taking his phone with him. He should have taken a picture, Kuchel had to see this.
"Uncle Kenny!" Hange's loud voice attracted his attention. Kenny turned away from Levi, facing the other kid. She was wearing the same flower crown as Levi. In her hands she held another one - this one made of dandelions. Smiling from ear to ear, she handed it to Kenny.
"I made it for you!" she exclaimed, and something deep inside Kenny's chest warmed at the sight of her. "Would you like to wear it?"
"You better wear it." Levi threatened quietly, giving him another pock. "Four-eyes put a lot of effort into making it."
Kenny smiled, endeared by Levi's protectiveness.
"Of course, I'll wear it," he said. How could he say no these bright eyes? He took off his hat and lowered his head, letting Hange put a flower crown on top of it.
"Ah!" she clasped her hands. "You look so handsome, uncle Kenny! Just so you know," she leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "This flower crown is special."
"Oi!" Levi interfered, glaring at Hange. Despite his angry face, Kenny couldn't help but notice that Levi didn't pock her with his stick. Someone was clearly showing his favoritism. "You said that mine was special!"
"And yours is special!"
"A-ha," Levi shook his head. "There can't be two specials."
"Of course, there can be!" Hange flailed her arms around. "It's just different kinds of special! Your flower crown is a special best friend's crown, and your uncle has the coolest adult's crown!"
"He's not cool," Levi muttered, but he seemed to accept the explanation all the same.
"What's the stick for, kid?" Kenny asked, pointing at it with his chin.
"Levi was a knight!" Hange answered for him. "He was fighting a fierce dragon and to win this battle, he needed a magical weapon! It was forged by the forest gods!"
"A fight with a dragon?" Kenny whistled. "Were you s princess then, Hange?"
"Nope," she replied with a wide grin.
"She was a dragon," Levi muttered.
"Oh." Kenny should have anticipated something like that. "Did it mean that you lost, Levi?"
Instead of answering, Levi kicked him in the shin.
"We took a recess," Hange said, pushing the glasses up her nose. "The dragon was getting kinda tired."
"Right," Kenny looked up at the sky, the sun was already setting. "Let's go home then. Your mother is probably back from work by now."
"I have flowers for Mrs. Ackerman too!" Hange opened her backpack, showing a small bouquet of field flowers to Kenny. "You'll give them to her, right, uncle Kenny?"
"Why don't you give them yourself, Hange?" he offered. "You can join us for a dinner, I'm sure Kuchel won't mind."
"My mom's making pasta this evening," Levi added, looking a bit shy. "And if you want, we can watch cartoons after that. Have a sleepover."
"I would love that, Levi!" Hange pulled him into a hug. Levi made a face, but- didn't protest.
"Thanks for joining us today, uncle Kenny!" Hange told him after she let go of Levi. "It was the best day ever!"
"You're always welcome, my dear," Kenny's lips curled into a rare, sincere smile.
"Let's get back to the car," he said, standing up.
"The first one to they car chooses the cartoon!" Hange shouted and sprinted off. Levi rushed after her, but Kenny couldn't help but notice - his nephew was purposefully running slower than usual.
Soon Hange reached the car and started jump around in victory, while Levi made a show of looking defeated. 
Kenny chuckled, watching them. It was good to know that his nephew had a friend like that, the one who made him so happy. It made Kenny happy too.
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shivada-jade · 3 years
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Timing (5)
main pairings: albedo x reader sucrose x reader
➡ mentions: diluc, venti, aether, paimon warning(s): usage of alcohol bc we're at angel's share
you can find timing's masterlist here!
notes: this has been long overdue! here you go bWAAH
Diluc watches a bard glide into his tavern like he owns the place. The Ragnvindr raises a brow, placing a wine glass back into a cupboard.
"Venti," he says, picking up another glass, polishing it. "Are you here to pay back your tabs?"
"Ah, Master Diluc!" The boy in green laughs nervously, "Oh, what a pleasant surprise, but of course I wouldn't dream to have your bills jeopardized."
The door of the tavern chimes, signaling another customer is there. Aether places his hands on his knees, heaving for breath and Paimon floats in, hitting Aether's head lightly, "I GOT YOU NOW."
Venti whistles and casually sides himself next to the traveler and wraps an arm around him, "Aether here, will be delighted to pay for my tab."
Paimon gasps and takes the hat off Venti's head. "No! We didn't come here to do that!" She flips to Aether, helping him up, "Tell him why we're here, Aether!"
The tavern owner wipes his hand on a cloth and leans forward on the counter, curious. The glass windows and colourful bottles filter the sunlight from behind the man. Colours reflect to Diluc, making him look like some sort of rainbow Angel.
Aether inhales, now standing up normally. "Lately, I've been getting a lot of commissions to gather Wolfhook for remedies, and whenever I ask what it's for they always say how it's like they..." He trails off, not knowing the best way to put it.
Dliuc clears his throat, watching Venti attempt to steal another bottle of wine. He quickly grabs the bottle from Venti's hand, who sulks sitting at the very right side of the counter.
"Like they think they have thing obnoxious sound in their head," Diluc finishes for Aether. "And when they try to remember what, it hurts them more."
Aether's head perks up, "Master Diluc, do you have these too?"
Diluc looks up, thinking. "...Yes, but it has mostly been the drunkard Knights that have been telling me these stories whilst I work here."
He breathes in sharply, "Those no use for good Knights come here more often since two years ago, which coincidentally is the disappearance of someone from the Investigation Team. I always assumed it was because that person had a huge impact on them, but when I questioned them, they don't even know the name of the missing person."
Paimon makes a face, "You sure have been doing a lot of research."
"If even the Knights are having troubles with only themselves, how would Mondstadt be protected?"
"Right! So," Venti quips. "Getting to the point. I also have been trouble remembering these... things, but one thing's for certain! The things I can't remember always leads me to this lovely tavern. Truly, the answer is under these curtains."
Paimon furrows her brows, scanning around the tavern for curtains. "There are no curtains here."
"Eheh~ It's a metaphor for, what's hiding in store!"
Diluc adjusts his gloves. "I have to admit, I do understand what you mean with the remembering and forgetting," he comments. "But what is it that you propose I do? What does this tavern have to do with anything?"
"Has there been any other... strange things going on?" Paimon floats, tilted forward. "Aether would als-"
The fae turns to Aether, only now realizing he disappeared from her side. "Aether?" She hovers over the boy's shoulder when finding him.
He stands in front of the door, observing the scratches- some new and some old. Venti hops off the stool he sits on and saunters to his friends, signaling Diluc to follow.
Aether's fingers trace the marks on the door and turns to the owner of the tavern. "Master Diluc, can I ask how long had Angel's Share been standing? When was it first built?"
Diluc ponders, scratching his chin a bit, then answering, "A few hundred years, give or take. It's been preserved well."
Aether's hand lifts from the door. "Then how is this old marking foreshadowing us meeting here?" His golden eyes scan over the names written on the door. Deep engravings, yet faded out edges let him figure it's been hundreds of years.
He looks over the words, or names on the door. "Diluc, Aether, Paimon, Venti, Albedo, Sucrose. By the time the first four meet, the other two will arrive because they're smart like that. Please, help me. There are barely any resources here. Things are yet to be mined or built."
Venti collapses again, clutching his head. He winces, looking up with one eye and waving his worried peers. "It's alright I just-" he takes a moment to pause. He grins, "I think I know who the mystery person in my memory is."
"It's just..." He tries to stand, but his knees fail him. "Remembering them changes many things."
Diluc looks to Aether, wondering if he had answers, but the blonde only shook his head, supporting Venti with his shoulder and placing him on a chair.
Paimon is still distracted by the carvings on the door. She floats closer. Her eyes are observing the door very closely. "It says Albedo and Sucrose a-"
The door flings Paimon to the cupboard Diluc puts the mugs and glass in. "gAH?!"
Albedo and Sucrose stand in front of the opened door. They both seem to be searching something and their eyes land on Diluc. Sucrose sighs in relief and pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.
"Master Diluc," She says meekly, taking a thick book out of the bag she carries.
"Sucrose and I require your assistance in one of our projects." Albedo finishes for the girl before nodding to the others beside the Ragnvindr, acknowledging their presence. "I hope you can aid us."
...
Your hands are clasped in front of yourself, trying to contain your emotions. After meeting a Ragnvindr, you thought you were getting somewhere. As someone who knows the arts of science, you thought all you needed was to see a familiar presence in Mondstadt, so you searched the nobles, knowing how long they've spent in Mond.
You did not in fact gather inspiration, nor answers to getting back home, but you did befriend a wealthy aristocrat who, despite not believing your time-travel story, decided to help fund your research to going back to your time after helping him out with the latest project called "Angel's Share."
You sighed, taking a bite out of an apple while watching a few of Angel's Share's first customers. Looking around, Mondstadt still had that sort of look from the future, but everything is new and shiny. Everything is newly built.
You've been here for two years, and from those two years you watched Mondstadt quickly finish the last few touches to the city you know. It was a strange experience to say the least.
When you had first known you time traveled, you hadn't realized it until you waltzed into Favonius Headquarters and a guard seized you. You kicked and punched the guard, claiming you were one of the members of the Investigation Team but they looked at you like you were crazy. You stopped hitting them, and thought back to how the guard does not look like anyone you knew.
You asked him what year it was and the guard made a face. He grabbed your wrist harshly and was about to throw you down until a boy in green threw an apple at his head.
The green boy clutched his hat and sent a push of wind towards the guard, making him unconscious.
"Venti?"
The boy froze, and slowly turned towards you. "Goodness gracious! Haha, that is right! I must be getting popular these days for you to recognize my face." He exclaimed with a bow and a tip of his hat.
You tilted your head. You cautiously walked close to inspect his face. "But we just had wine the other day? What're you..."
Your eyes snapped to your hands then back to his teal eyes. "Are you really Venti?"
The boy lifted his cape from right to left, picking out details. "I'm sure I am he, for what else could my name be?"
"Ah.. right." You said partially scared. "Venti, do you know who I am?"
Venti placed a finger in the air, "You know... I have vision from Barbatos himself. It allows me to know if the winds of a person are new and old, but yours..." He circled you, thinking. "You have the presence of my own wind though I've never met you. How strange."
"Well I mean- we just drank together yesterday so-"
Shouts and yells came from inside the Favonius Headquarters. Venti's eyes widened, reaching for you and ran to Mondstadt's central market and hid behind a box of crates. He shushed you, pointing to the guards asking for someone wearing green.
"Darn it! Looks like I'm a wanted fugitive again."
"Again?"
Venti frowned, looking at you, "Did I say 'again?' You make me say strange things. Well then!" He brushed the feeling off and flipped his cape inside out so he wore white instead of green. "The guards said a boy with a green cloak, but now I have a white cloak!"
"Wow, they'll never catch you now."
Venti grinned, "So... Even if you have Mondstadt's winds lingering on your clothes, I can't say I've seen you around- I should know, because this is where I'm bound."
Your lips parted a bit, still not catching on. "But Venti, we just went for drinks yesterday before I went back to camping in Dragonspine."
Venti squinted his eyes, "EHH??"
"Unless..." You muttered, thinking of the events that happened. You look at the statue of Barbatos far in the distance, then look at the boy in front of you.
"Barbatos," you said loud enough for only the two of you to hear.
To most people, it would seem nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you weren't most people. You worked with a few of the Captains of The Knights of Favonius. It is required to have a perceptive eye, (When you didn't catch on things as fast, Albedo would simply guide you to the right direction with a little mumble. Maybe he'd pull a few jabs, but it's all in good fun.) and when you whispered the archon's name, you note the way Venti makes a face. His eyes dart and he turned more giggly. He whistled like he hadn't heard what you just said.
You put two and two together and you realized that you've been friends with the Anemo Archon.
You slap a hand on your face. Shock runs up your body- not because Venti was the Anemo Archon, but because you were too slow on figuring it out.
"Archons- Venti? You're him?" You knit your brows pointing at the statue of him far away.
"Ehe~ you caught me," he held his hands up in surrender. "But how did you ever know?"
You thought back, excited. "Venti, you don't know this, but future you talked to me a day ago about my time travel thing, and it worked."
...
But of course, that was two years ago. You hadn't been exited about your discovery of time travel since then.
(part 6)
notes: crying sm venti's so hard to write like how would he react to stuff if he does or doesnt know like do i say he does know or doest ugh time travelling is so confusing especially if you're friends with the anemo archon
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midasinc · 2 years
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Jehan & Bahorel friendship headcanons? (If you want to make me *very* happy, make it cis!gnc!Jehan and non-binary!Bahorel) Also, platonic Feuilly and Bahorel headcanons?
omg id love to! i'll do platonic feuils n baz on another post so this one isn't too garbled! im gonna go for modern era because the potential is unlimited.... i actually need to read up on history so i can make historically accurate canon era hcs oh god my whole career on here is a sham
-anyway they meet through a kickboxing tournament. jehan has a bunch of random niches of interest and one of them is boxing and kickboxing alike. he's working as a ref and bahorel is one of the competitors and they have CUTE shorts and jehan makes a mental note to ask where they got it after the match, but bahorel is a fucking BEAST in the ring and jehan is aboslutely enamoured
-after the match he goes up and chats their ear off but bahorel doesn't mind and winds up chatting jehan's ear off
-they wind up exchanging numbers and they both hit it off from there
-both of them r very fond of skirts. bahorel likes short skirts and jehan loves long flowy skirts. the two go shopping a lot together because they feel safer in a pair and less judged. plus, it's nice to have someone to tell you when something is unflattering to the highest degree
-bahorel has a very masc fashion sense and wears a lot of muscle tees bc they feel like it compliments their torso, but they also can be fuckin GLAM as hell when they want to. more often than not, though, they just wear a bunch of hoodies and sweats because fashun is hard. jehan likes to take bahorel's hoodies and embroider stuff onto the cuffs of the sleeves because he says that bahorel needs at least a LITTLE colour
-they've dyed their body hair together. twice. and they are probably going to do it again.
-they also police each other's tinders. jehan will be swiping through his matches and bahorel is over his shoulder, scrunching up their nose and going "nope. nope. nope. absolutely not." jehan does the same thing. he's the one that put bahorel's profile together in the first place and as bahorel is typing a pick up line he'll snatch up their phone and go "no! do not say that!"
-they're also each other's date-follower for safety. jehan is annoying about it- he literally goes out in a wig and a fake mustache and hat and trench coat and bahorel's date is nudging them like "am i crazy or is that weird guy following us"
-both of them are super into drag. period. they go to a show at their local gay bar once a week and they're friends with all the performances
-bahorel has a locket with jehan's face in it bc one time they went on a job opportunity to berlin for six months and jehan was like "i want to be with you every step of the way...." bahorel gave him a look but they wore it every day regardless (and on the first day their boss was like "...is that a locket?")
-jehan also likes to do bahorel's makeup when they're over. it's a lot of "baz. sit still." and bahorel frowning and going "i can't sit still if you jab that in my eye every two seconds". jehan goes through a lot of makeup remover and q-tips, but practicing on bahorel gives him enough skills to practice on anyone. it's like trying to get a dog on adderall to sit still
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Congrats on your two year anniversary!! And I hope your next year will be just as wonderful or even better ^u^
I absolutely loved reading Talk Too Much, there’s something about the trope where Reader is oblivious about the character’s hero status that I really enjoy and you wrote it so well! I was wondering, how did you come up with all of the merch that Midoriya wore throughout the fic?
ty ze!!!! im sure it will be 🥺🥺🥺
I LOVE THAT TROPE TOO not to. sing myself praises but. i adore the trope yet i find that i can rarely read it bc i also usually cant stand readers being too much of a dumbass? at a certain point im like ok ur just stupid bye KJHBASDF its a careful tightrope is what i mean, but when i find fics i like that utilize that trope i rlly adore them (pspsps on that note..... if u havent already, check out @andypantsx3's unconventional, its also a deku fic with that trope and she's just announced that the last part is coming over the weekend!) and i figured fuck it, if i want something done a specific way, well, im an author i gotta do it myself LMFAOOO
midoriya's merch was inspired by a number of things! firstly, @ofmermaidstories' deku fic something (just like this) on ao3, where deku's first appearance is in a shouto hoodie like the one described in mine and a froppy hat—a similar meeting where the reader doesnt know he's the Deku! that scene in merm's is inspired in turn by this art by @/min-min-minnie. Aside from the shouto hoodie which connects all three works, the merch i described all came from my lil noggin LMFAO i felt like wearing hero merch in particular would throw anyone off the scent of that-cute-hero-fan-over-there being Deku, Number One Hero; plus its just. adorable as hell and totally in-character bc at his core deku is still the biggest fanboy of all his friends. there r a few obvious choices: headphones for jirou, a fancy watch for momo, umbrella for tsu. i think my choices for those were p obvious! the rest were more standard merch choices (tho the clear umbrella was just bc those r rlly popular in animes and i thought it was funny LMFAO)
the cufflinks came about bc there was originally gonna be a longer scene where he comes in in a suit and the reader has a "oh no hes hot" moment, and then teases him about having to put away the hero merch for a day—only for him to expose himself for having spent a small fortune on a pair of limited edition all might cufflinks that were made wrong (queue the reader going on no hes hot and rich im screwed KJAHBF). i ended up cutting it (tbh i cut a lot from Talk Too Much, bc i wanted to get it out by his birthday and so i ended up breezing over a lot of the cutesy slow burn scenes...... i make up for it in the final scene tho, never said this but that bit where he kneels and then kisses the reader's knee...... still gets me, as arrogant as it sounds 😳 i think its one of the hottest things ive written) but rest assured that still occurred in canon. if u want me to go into detail, i imagined them as being a collab with some luxury company, a limited run with only a few (like fifty or a hundred) made and like fifteen being made incorrectly—they'd have all might's chest design on them, and the incorrectly made ones have the red & blue mixed up. there was a lil story abt how deku hunted for them, found a set with the correct coloring at an online auction and almost got them only to be outbid at the last moment, and then managed to come across a different set with the wrong coloring (the more expensive version, as is usually the case for collectors) at a random thrift shop. and gave the owner the amount he originally bid with, bc hes deku KJAHBSD OK THAT WAS A LOT i promise im done
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Boys Who Speak With Silver Luck
Joe Liebgott x Reader
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Ok, so THIS is more what I was intending to write for you, @itswormtrain​​! Hope you can learn to forgive me!!
This one is a soul sister/unofficial sequel to ‘You’ve Been Sad (Because I’ve Been Lonely)’ bc I’m bad at doing one shots 
Warnings: SMUT, domesticity, fluff, healthy dynamics, poetry being an aphrodisiac, feels(?)
All poetry mentioned is from the anthology No Thanks by ee cummings, and the title is from the song (inspired by 44 by ee cummings) comes from The Boys Are Too Refined by The Hush Sound
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“I still don’t see how you can read those things.”
 You smirk to yourself, nudging his thigh with your foot as he sits at the foot of the bed. 
In retaliation,  Joe lightly traces the tip of his finger up the arch of your right foot and chuckles when you flinch at the tickle of it, the chuckle becoming a laugh when you lower your book and frown at his mirth.
“And here I thought you were actually wanting to do something nice for me,” you tease, letting him pull your foot back into his lap and watching him smirk as he returns to massaging the sore muscles there. “Should’ve known you were gonna betray me eventually….”
 He scoffs at your theatrics, mumbling a soft apology when you hiss in discomfort as his thumb works on a particularly tight knot just above your heel.
 “Why do you wear those things if they hurt your feet so badly?”
 You furrow your brows at him, resting the book on your stomach as you let a smile play on your lips.
 “They’re called heels, and I wear them because they make my legs look amazing.”
 Joe tilts his head to the side as his face takes on a contemplative expression.
  “‘This is true…” he says with a nod. “You look fuckin’ gorgeous in ‘em.”
 You offer a hmph in smug agreement, picking your book back up and continuing where you left off.
 Tonight had been the night of Chuck’s family’s yearly holiday party, the one night where both you and Joe dressed to the nines and got to rub elbows with people Joe and Chuck lovingly referred to as ‘rich snobs with inherent mommy fetishes’. 
Joe never failed to leave you starstruck when he wore his nicest uniform, and even though you didn’t wear yours, Joe always managed to convince you to pin your Purple Heart and as many unit citations you could fit to the breast of whatever dress you picked out. 
 “Fuckin’ love watching those ignorant fuck’s faces when they realize what a badass my wife is,” he had growled in your ear as you had gotten ready that night. “Gets me harder than a goddamn rock, you got no idea…”
 The two of you had danced and drank and laughed over some of the most amazing food you’d ever tasted. It had been perfect.
More and more things were becoming perfect as time went on and the dark horrific shadows of war began to shrink away under the bright California sunshine. 
It was heartbreakingly nice to see Joe happy, truly happy. He deserved it- you all deserved it.
 A groan of frustration is the only warning you get before Joe crawls up your body and plops himself atop you, the suddenness of the action making you release a grunting giggle. Undeterred by the obvious fact that you’re trying to read, he kisses at your chest through your shirt.
 “Pay” kiss “attention” kiss “to meeee” kiss
 You take one hand from the book to scratch lightly at his scalp, smiling at the sound of him humming in annoyance.
 “What’s in that dumb book that’s got you glued to it, huh? What can big words give you that my big—OW.”
 You cut him off by clunking the book gently against the back of his head, giving him a soft smile when he looks up at you with a frown.
 “You’re so needy,” you chastise hollowly. “Never thought you’d get jealous over something as silly as poetry—”
 Joe rolls his eyes. “Poems are for kids and nerds, don’t get what it is about-” he sits up a bit more so he can see the cover of your book. “Whatever an ee cummings is that’s got you so gaga over it…”
 You raise an eyebrow at him. “Believe it or not, Joseph, I think you’d actually like this guy’s poems—”
 Joe snorts before bringing his head back down to rest on your chest. “Yeah, okay—”
 “Hey,” you challenge, scooting up on your pillows so you can sit up, the movement bringing his head to your ribcage. “I’m serious! If you were to like any sort of poetry, you’d need it to be as sexual and swear-y as you are…. Here, listen-”
 Before he can protest, you flip to the one you had in mind: 44.
 “the boys i mean are not refined 
they go with girls who buck and bite 
they do not give a fuck for luck 
they hump them thirteen times a night
 one hangs a hat upon her tit 
one carves a cross on her behind 
they do not give a shit for wit 
the boys i mean are not refined…”
 “Gimme that!”
 Suddenly, the book is ripped from your hand- and before you can protest you are shocked to see Joe turn the book so he can bury his nose in it. Careful not to be smug about it, you bite back a smile as you watch him mouth the words as he reads. 
 The fact that you’re able to hold in a laugh when his eyebrows shoot up in surprise should make you eligible for another Purple Heart.
 When Joe’s eyes flick up to meet yours, he’s looking at you as if you’ve just done some suspicious slide of hand- intrigued but still somewhat cautious.
 “Well?” you ask. “What did you think?”
 Joe flicks his gaze down to the book again, like he thinks it may have changed somehow when he wasn’t looking.
 “Are they….all like this?”
 You do smile now. “Well, I’m not sure- I haven’t read them all yet.”
An idea pops into your mind as he flips through the pages of the book.
 “If you give it back, I can see if I can find another—”
 Joe suddenly smirks, and when he lifts his face so you can see him, he’s looking like the cat that ate the canary.
“Read this one.”
 Now you’re the hesitant one, taking the book back from him as if it could suddenly turn into a snake.
The poem he’s picked  is one you haven’t read yet, but if it’s one that Joe picked out you can only imagine what the subject matter is.
 “Okay then,” you say slowly, clearing your throat as you cast him a brief look of suspicion before beginning.
 “may i feel said he
 (i'll squeal said she 
just once said he) 
it's fun said she”
 (may i touch said he
 how much said she
 a lot said he) 
why not said she….”
 As you read, Joe’s hands come up to hold your sides as he kisses slowly across your chest, your stomach. Every so often, his thumbs smooth upward to rub across your shirt-covered  nipples, and you can feel him smile as he kisses at you.
 Your shirt has bunched up, revealing your hips and the sensitive skin between them. Your cheeks feel hot, and your mouth suddenly becomes dry as his lips drag between your hip bones promisingly.
His hair tickles your skin when he begins mouthing lower, to the waistband of your underpants.
 “Y/N?”
 “Yeah?” you sigh, tongue wetting your bottom lips as you begin to breathe heavier.
 “Keep reading.”
 Oh. You hadn’t realized that you’d stopped.
Clearing your throat, you blink a few times before finding the place you left off.
 “Uh, (let's go said he 
not too far said she 
what's too far said he 
where you are said she)
 may i stay said he 
(which way said she 
like...like this said he 
I-if you kiss said she- shit, Joe….”
 Joe’s warm hands have worked your underwear down your hips and around the swell of your bottom, and the heat of his breath across the thinner skin that he’s exposed has you losing focus again.
Because he’s nothing if not a consummate tease, he doesn’t do anything more than kiss only a sliver of the newly revealed skin.
 “Y/N…” he reminds you, nipping lightly at you when you groan in frustration. “I think there’s still some to go—”
 Your heart is thrumming in your chest, and it takes you a few seconds to find where you left off this time.
 “M-may i move said he
 is it love said she) 
if you're…..uh, if you’re willing said he 
(but….. you're killing said she….”
 The words have started to dance across the page, a whine coming from somewhere deep in your chest at the first touch of his fingers to the slick lips of your sex.
You’ve officially lost your place, now. You just pick the stanza your eye catches first and hope for the best.
 “(tiptop said he 
don't stop said she
 oh no said he) 
go slow said she- fuuuuuck…..
 I-(cccome?said he….goddamn it Joe, please!”
 You throw the book off to the side, sweat beading on your brow from how deliberately cruel Joe is being as he continues massaging at you. When Joe sees that you’ve started to shake, he lunges up the bed to wrap a hand around the back of your neck and kisses you messily- your teeth clacking together briefly as he buries his fingers inside of you and immediately finds the place that never fails to ruin you.
 Clinging to the front of his shirt, you squeeze your thighs together as a delicious tremor rolls up your body from where you’ve trapped his hand. You’re so worked up you almost want to cry, the heat in your lower belly almost bowing your back.
 “Does that feel good, Baby?” he mumbles against your lips. “Who is it that’s making you feel this good, huh?”
 You make an incoherent noise, quickly wrapping am arm around his shoulders to try and bring his mouth back to yours, mewling in frustration when he refuses to do so.
 “Ungh! Joe, I’m begging you!”
 “Say it again,” he says darkly, and if you had the strength to open your eyes you’d see just the power-drunk way he is looking down at you. “Do it—”
 “Joe! Joe Joe Joe Joe Joe….”
 You chant his name like a prayer, your voice dying in your throat as he starts using his palm to stimulate your neglected clit.
 With a silent scream, you come apart, head lolling back as he continues to coax you through your orgasm, dimly aware of the praise being kissed across your chin as he refuses to relent the punishing paste he’s established.
 Your face is throbbing with the strength of your thudding heart when he finally starts to slow down, your body still bowing and writhing as he begins to coo down at you sweetly, capturing your lips with his as your shaking starts to subside and your sweat begins to cool.
 “Good girl,” he sighs into your mouth. “You’re such a good girl for me….”
 You don’t reply- can’t reply.  Joe’s reduced you into a boneless mess of a woman.
 When you do eventually open your eyes, Joe is smiling down at you with an obvious affection that threatens to get your heart racing once more. Not taking his eyes from yours, he gently slides his fingers from your still-fluttering sex and makes a show of licking them clean. 
 With a mischievous wink, he uses his other hand to smooth your hair from your forehead before carefully rolling so he’s laying beside you, his shoulder pressed against your as he chuckles.
 “Huh, whaddaya know,” he says after he releases one of his fingers from between his lips with a lewd pop. “Guess poetry isn't that bad.”
 Using all of your energy, you turn your head to give him the weakest glare you think you’ve ever given.
 “When….when I can breathe witho’ havin’ to think about it so hard, I’m gon’ make you cum til you pass out.”
 Joe gives you a smiling kiss.
“And I’ll let you….once we finish round two.”
 Well, looks like I’ll be going back to the bookstore sooner than I thought.
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Miraculous escape - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
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I wasn’t planning to post this yet, but it’s Lukadrien June and today prompt is ‘escape’ and, even if it’s only Lukadrien friendship (bc it’s Lukanette & Adrigami endgame), it fit so well that I couldn’t stop myself from posting this. Chapter 1 and the final chapter have been finished for months, but I don’t know when I’m going to continue with the rest... 
This fic is based / inspired by Marilyn Monroe’s ‘Some like it hot’ film.
Thank you @alittleshycat for the header and wanted posters pic! ( I hope you’re doing well... I miss you... 🥺💙 )
Thank you @brickercupmasterx3​ for proofreading! 💙
Summary:
Luka helps Adrien escape from his prison-like house and his strict father but Gabriel Agreste is not planning to let them go away easily. They become fugitives and ask Juleka for help, who offers them a very unconventional escape plan: joining a girl band/orchestra to flee the country.
Easier said than done, especially when they find something unexpected in that band: the two most beautiful women they've ever seen.
Warning: includes art
AO3
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Chapter 1: Fugitives
"My father is going to kill me."
"Your father is going to kill us."
One carrying a guitar on his back, and the other a piano keyboard case on his hand, two musicians were being chased by multiple cars around Paris. Turning corners, going up and downstairs, hiding behind trash containers and cars, the chase seemed far from an end anytime soon. Panting for air, the pair continued running after they turned the corner, just in time not to be seen-  a close call. The loud sirens never seemed to stop, coming from all directions.
"I can't believe I finally escaped from home!", the young blond man exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks, Luka. I wouldn't have made it without your help. You're a real friend."
"Don't mention it, Adrien. That's what friends are for, right?", the blue haired man laughed and patted his back. "It would have been perfect if we hadn't broken half of your father's statue collection while escaping your bodyguards, though. Now he's gonna kill us for sure. We can't let them catch us!"
"We need to run away from Paris. And fast! My father is the devil itself! You don't want to know..."
"I don't!"
Jumping down a wall, and turning another corner, the two friends hid in the back of a funeral car and waited until the police sirens got further away. They had been scolded for being disrespectful with the dead, but it was worth it: they were safe- at least for now.
"We need to leave the city and find a place to stay. Knowing your father, he must have all stations, roads and airports under his control." Luka said, stopping Adrien from crossing the street to firstly check their surroundings.
"How are we going to do it? Our car became 'inoperative' during the chase and our friends and family must be monitored!"
Adrien's panic made Luka grab his shoulders to reassure him of their plans.
"No, look. They know you, but they don't know much about me. Not many people know I have a sister who lives here, in Paris."
"You do?"
"Yes. We need to make it to her apartment and then we’ll figure out how to proceed. Are you ready to run again?"
"More than ready. I'm excited!" Adrien grinned back at Luka, feeling an adrenaline rush.
"Let's go!"
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When Juleka opened the door of her apartment, she wasn't expecting to meet her dumbass older brother and Adrien Agreste, the young man who had been on the news non-stop for the last two hours. She raised one eyebrow and Luka knew she was looking for a reason not to shut the door on their faces.
"Juleka! We need your help! We have to get out of the city. Could you lend us your car?"
"What the heck is wrong with you!? It's been two years and that's all you have to say? What kind of trouble are you involved in now? This flower boy has been in the news for hours! They are even offering a reward for whoever finds him! And one for you! A dead or alive one in your case! They're saying you kidnapped him! So you better have a good explanation or I'm kicking you out."
"I do, I do! Listen: remember dad? I know you were little, but do you remember what being trapped is? That's this man's, Adrien's, everyday life for you. I couldn't bear to see my friend like that anymore so I offered to help him escape" Juleka's eyebrow sank deeper towards her nose, meaning Luka knew that wasn't good news. "I had to help him get his freedom! Can you believe he has never had a burger? Or been to a drive through? He can't even drive a car! He literally crashed my car at a streetlight after mistaking the gas and brake pedals! Have some compassion and help us escape Paris. Please?" he finished, pleadingly.
Juleka's eyes moved to analyze Adrien before answering: blond rich guy, well dressed and innocent looking. The way he was trying to figure out her front door and how his green eyes curiously examined his surroundings made him look like a playful cat, and Juleka had no doubt that he was as dumb, or probably dumber, than her older brother. Which meant Jukeka wanted them out, but also that she couldn't refuse to help- otherwise they would surely not make it out alive.
"Fine. What do you need?" She resigned.
"A car or anything that takes us away from Paris! No, better! Out of the country!"
Adrien was still examining Juleka's old and untidy room when she noticed his eyes paused on a paper on the table. She knew that paper: a girl band/orchestra called "Miraculous" was looking to recruit experienced musicians to perform around Italy for three weeks. Suddenly, she knew what to do.
"Join that girl band, the one in the pamphlet", Juleka suggested, pointing at said paper.
"What? A girl band? We're men, Jules! We can't join a girl band!"
"Luka is right!" Adrien quickly agreed.
"No, it can be done. I'm good with makeup and I'm tall enough for my clothes to fit Adrien. We can use some of Mom's clothes for you. ‘Old style’. Oh, and I have some wigs too.” Juleka continued. "Can this blondie play any instrument?"
"Well, yes. He's a pianist," Luka answered.
"Perfect! I'll find a way for you to cover for the pianist and the guitarist of the band: Chloe and Lila. Nobody likes them anyway, and the band members probably don't even remember their faces well, since they joined recently. Nobody will miss them. And it's perfect that you're blond, just like Chloe. I have the perfect wig for you"
Juleka disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a pair of scissors, two wigs and a box of makeup- oh, and wax. The two male friends could feel cold sweat down their backs.
"Wow, you have such a pretty face!" Juleka exclaimed, taking a closer look at Adrien's facial features. "I'll cut your bangs a bit so they don't show under your wig. Luka: do yourself a favor and go shave meanwhile."
"Are you serious about this, Jules?" Luka asked, moving towards the bathroom sink.
"Of course I am", she glared confidently at him. "Do you want to flee the country or not? I'm getting you out, but you need to trust me."
"Is this really necessary…?" Adrien asked in a trembling voice, seeing how Juleka's scissors were close to his eyes as she was cutting his long bangs.
"It definitely is! The band orchestra is leaving midday tomorrow and we have a lot to do!" Juleka ordered. "I can't wait to wax those hairy legs of yours" she murmured. Adrien could only gasp in fear.
When Juleka finished, she was proud of her results. The disguises were perfect: a long blond wig on Adrien, tied as a long braid, his big green eyes standing out with the mascara on his lashes, and he had pink colored cheeks and cherry lips. His face and hair were perfectly complemented by a white dress to his knees and a short jacket over his shoulders, covering his strong forearms. He also used some pads to simulate not very large breasts. The final touch was a pair of elegant high-heels with diamond looking glass studs on them. He looked beautiful, prettier than many women. So pretty the Couffaine siblings blushed a little at the sight.
As for Luka… well, he was tall, big and manly, and with sharp features: definitely not easy to pass him as a woman. But Juleka was almost a professional and she did an incredible job. He had his hair cut short so his blue hair didn't show under the long dark haired wig - good for covering his wide muscular back. He was advised to wear a hat and sunglasses most of the time, but he was also wearing lots of makeup. Using a full palette of skin tones, Juleka managed to hide his strong jawline and make his cheekbones, chin and nose look smaller and rounder. He wore black eyeshadow and mascara, brownish red lipstick and natural blush. He looked like an unfeminine lady but that could pass as genetics, right? People would maybe look away, but they would understand. As for his clothes: he wore a long wide purple dress tied with a belt and some brown pirate-like high boots (the only ones that would fit him because they belonged to himself). The bottom half of his outfit was complemented by a grey knit poncho. His fake breasts were bigger than Adrien's and he wore a wine red scarf to cover his neck- especially his pronounced adam's apple. He looked… pretty good, considering the base product. And that alone was an amazing accomplishment.
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"You're perfect. Ready to go. I've packed a pair of party dresses too. You'll need them for your performances" Juleka said, admiring her amazing work. "Oh, and just so you know. I'm also part of the band, so I'm coming too."
Later that night, just before sunrise, Juleka sneaked to Chloe and Lila's apartment to steal their accreditations and sent them fake cards about the train being delayed so they wouldn't appear at the last moment and ruin everything. Juleka smirked victoriously for having at last taken her revenge on the two women she hated the most.
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After nervously passing the first frontier of the train station- the ticket man, Luka and Adrien, who were disguised as women, moved towards the platform, happy for not having been recognized after the first control. Adrien had trouble walking in heels, so Luka lent him his arm to help him keep his balance.
"Remember: your name is Chloe now, and my name is Lila", Luka reminded his friend as they walked towards the train platform.
"I don't like those names", Adrien complained.
"I don't like them either, but it’s better that we don't stand out". Luka sighed.
Grabbing their baggage and instruments, the two men approached the train car written on the ticket. They were stopped before they could get on the train- just next to one of their 'wanted' posters. The two men didn't notice it, but Juleka did and rushed them to get on the train fast.
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"Hey, who are you?" Asked a middle aged woman, the one in charge of the band, they assumed. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"
"I- I'm Adri- My name is Noirette”, Adrien said, receiving equally surprised and annoyed glares from both Luka and Juleka. Before Luka could speak, Adrien continued. “And she's Lucia. We're the new pianist and guitarist of the band".
‘What. the. heck?’ Luka couldn’t believe his friend as he stared at him in annoyance and shock. His high pitched voice acting was hurting Luka's ears too. 'We're dead', he thought.
The middle aged woman showed orchestra at Adrien’s words: she clearly didn’t like last minute changes. Scanning them under her glasses, she questioned them again. "What happened to Miss Chloe Bourgeois and Miss Lila Rossi?"
While the two men were taking too much to come up with an excuse, Juleka, who was sick of their bad acting, stepped into the conversation.
"The talent agency sent them somewhere else. These two are here to fill in for them."
Still unconvinced, she raised her glasses. "Hmmm... you know them, Juleka?"
"They come from the same talent agency as me", Luka’s sister confidently said.
"Hmmm... that should be enough then..." It seemed like she was convinced at last and the two men could finally breathe. “I'm the band's director. You can call me Madam Mendeleiev. And that man over there is Mister Damocles, the manager. You can introduce yourselves later. Go to your seats now.” Before they could take a first step, the middle aged woman stopped them again and called for someone. "Yves! Come here and carry these ladies’ instruments to the train! Be useful for once!"
Luka and Adrien exchanged looks when a young blond man approached them quickly. "Yes, Madam!" He shouted, approaching the disguised men to get their instruments. He stopped in front of them, intensely staring at Luka’s pupils before trying to complete his job.
"Oh. Hello, there. XY at your service! Can I help you, beautiful? Fancy a drink sometime?" He raised his eyebrows twice, shamelessly flirting.
Luka's face went white in disgust. Juleka's chuckle and Adrien's big eyes made him snap out of it.
"Oh, Just carry this, thank you!" Luka answered, annoyed, as he shoved his and Adrien’s instruments and suitcases into XY’s arms, making the blond man lose balance from the pile of weight on his arms. “And take good care of them because they’re… fragile”
"A- As you wish, beauti- Ah!…" He stumbled, losing his balance and almost falling down. “But later that drink-”
"Yves!! Stop the crap and do your job!" Mendeleiev scolded him.
"Yes, Madam!" He straightened his back. "See you around", he winked at Luka before leaving, having trouble walking properly. The guitarist could feel shivers all over his body, while Juleka snorted, having real trouble trying to hold her laugh in.
"C'mon, hurry up!" Juleka pressured them, adding in a whisper "you better not expose yourselves before leaving."
"Thank you for saving us, Juleka." Luka whispered to her ear while getting on the train.
"You better stop acting stupid if you don't want to get caught!" Her response showed her annoyance and the men gulped in response.
The seats were arranged in pairs, so the two fugitives could sit together and relax a bit. They were also grateful for the lack of contact needed with the rest of the band.
The ‘Miraculous band’ was a dancing orchestra. Similar to a big band, but with vocals, a spectacular stage and completely fine for all ages to enjoy. In this case, its main particularity was how it was formed only by women. The band formation included: a rhythmic section (electric bass, electric guitar, drums and electronic piano), a wind section (saxophones, trumpets and trombones) and two singers. Many of the members were usually multi-disciplined in those bands, which meant they could play more than one instrument, just like Luka with the Lyre. Some of the side instruments were the violin, the flute, the maracas or the tambourine. Another particularity of these kinds of bands was the big range of styles in their repertoire: from rock and popular national or international hits to swings, waltz, salsa- anything that could be danced to.  
If it weren't for the all girls' rule, Adrien and Luka wouldn't have minded joining them for real. But they had something more important to think about now- running for their lives.
"Is everyone here?", Mendeleiev asked, standing at the train car passage.
"Marinette and Kagami are not here yet, Madam" A dark skinned, red haired lady pointed out.
"Those two again… if they weren't so talented and popular I would have fired them already!"
"There they come!' A small blond short-haired lady screamed, startling Juleka in the process. "Sorry! I didn't want to startle you. My name is Rose" she introduced herself.
"Juleka…" and that's all she could say as she lost herself in that petit woman's eyes.
"What do you play?", the little woman innocently asked. "I play the trombone!"
"The electric bass…" she answered, hiding her blush. ‘Cute, sweet and with lungs of steel?’ Juleka gulped. ‘I’m screwed’.
"Finally!" Madam Mendeleiev said, as the ladies arrived, panting from their run there. "You're late! Go to your seats quickly!"
The two ladies who got in the train, bowed their heads in apology for their tardiness, as they walked to the empty seats of the back of the car. And when their faces looked up for a moment, it was the exact moment Adrien and Luka reached heaven. Their eyes couldn't stop staring at the most beautiful ladies they had ever seen, following them with their eyes and faces as they passed just beside them, moving to sit a few rows to the back. They couldn't take their eyes off them until Juleka called for their attention, warning for their discretion. But it was too late: the boys had lovestruck grins on their faces that didn't plan to go away anytime soon.
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The two ladies had black hair and asian features. The short haired one was taller, had brown eyes and wore a beautiful white blazer with a red skirt. She looked elegant and confident, while the other woman looked cute, clumsy and innocent, and was shorter. She had blue eyes and dressed in a pink coat. Her hair was long and tied in two curly twin-tails. Their beauty stood out even more when they were together.
When the train started moving, Madam Mendeleiev gave the girl band some instructions- something Luka and Adrien would ask Juleka what it was about later. Later, Rose suggested an introduction game for the new members after the explanation had ended. The ladies excitedly agreed.
"I start!" said the same blond girl. "My name is Rose Lavillant and I play the trombone! I studied at a conservatoire in Paris for 3 years before joining this band recently. I like pink and unicorns and my favorite food is strawberry shortcake. Nice to meet you!"
After a round of applause, Rose signaled Juleka to continue, and she passively proceeded. "I'm Juleka. Bassist. Nice to meet you"
Next to continue was the red-haired woman from earlier, Alya, flautist and trumpeter; the drummer, Mylene; another trumpeter, Alix; and one of the saxophonists, Sabrina. It was Adrien's turn next.
"Hello!" He started, with his high-pitched voice. "My name is Ad-" he paused for a second at Juleka's deathly glare, gulping once before continuing. "My name is Noirette. I play the piano! I'm from Paris Classical School and I'm very pleased to meet you all!" He squealed, moving his arms along.
Adrien's excitement for freedom and new experiences was contagious to the rest of the ladies who energetically (almost hysterically) responded "Nice to meet you too, Noirette!".
It was Luka's turn next. He gulped, nervous, and with his fake high pitched voice and under Juleka's death stare, he started.
"Hi... My name is Lu- Lucia". 'I'm killing Adrien for giving me that name' he thought. "I play the guitar. Nice to meet you"
With their introductions over, Juleka finally relaxed. The rest of the ladies' introductions followed but, to be honest, neither Luka nor Adrien were listening: they were just patiently waiting to know more about the ladies that captivated their hearts. Their turn finally arrived, and the short haired one started:
"Hello. My name is Kagami. I sing and play the violin. I've been in the band for a few weeks. My favorite color is red and my favorite food is katsudon. Nice to meet you" a silence followed Kagami's introduction, so she called for her partner's attention with her elbow. "Marinette, your turn!"
"Oh-! Sorry… I was distracted… He-ello… My name is Ma- Ma- Marinette! I'm a singer but I can also play side instruments like the tambourine, the maracas or the castanets. I've been in this band for a few weeks and I studied in Paris Music School. My favorite color is pink and my favorite food is macarons. It's nice to meet you-", she ended with a nervous high-pitched voice.
Luka and Adrien exchanged excited lovestruck grins: the ladies' names and voices were just as beautiful as their faces. They were going to enjoy their outing with the band better than they could have expected.
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When the car got loud from the ladies chit-chat, Luka and Adrien found their moment of peace to share their thoughts.
“Luka, did you see that?” Adrien started, signaling at the end of the car, towards the singers of the band.
“Yes…I saw.” Luka answered, with a lovestruck grin on his face.
“That beautiful face…”, Adrien continued.
“Sweet voice…”, Luka added.
“Asian features…”, their mumbles continued.
“Dazzling eyes…”
“Dark shiny silky hair…”
The two men reacted at their exchanged words and looked at each other, surprised and nervous. Adrien gulped, worried.
“Wait- who are you talking about?”
“Who are YOU talking about?” Luka threw his question back at him, slightly aggressively.
“That girl, Kagami, of course!” Adrien exclaimed as if it was the most obvious response.
“Oh, that's good. I was talking about Marinette.” Luka sighed and showed him a relieved smile.
“Oh...” Adrien blinked, sighing and smiling in relief too. “I'm glad we weren't talking about the same girl. I wouldn't have liked to steal a girl from you.”
“What makes you think I wouldn't win her over you?”, Luka confidently grinned.
“Oh- anyway- It's better this way.”
The two men laughed together, trying not to be too loud for their manly voices to destroy their cover-ups.
“Will you help me with Kagami?” Adrien asked his friend.
“Only if you help me with Marinette.” said Luka, offering him a handshake he excitedly returned.
“Count on it, my friend!”
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balillee · 3 years
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weird headcanons about what i think c!tommy looks like in more detail (i might do more for different characters but oh well this is it for now)
one of the few 100% humans on the smp (i headcanon a whole lot of characters as hybrids/shapeshifters lmao) it makes tommy stand out in terms of the rest of the cast, but that's because to us he looks completely normal
a faint lichtenberg scar runs from around the back of his right ear, down his body, splitting at the shoulder to trace down his right arm and down his right leg. if anyone points it out, he'll get on all fours and bite people
i like to imagine he (bc i subscribe heavily to the tailor!tommy headcanon) has a backpack that he carries his inventory stuff in, and it's covered in patches such as a couple l'manberg flag patches, a pogtopia patch, an empty space where an antartic empire patch used to be, and a couple music disc patches etc
on the topic of the tailor tommy headcanon, i like to imagine that from all the fighting his clothes tend to get cut up a lot, so his shirt is covered in his version of practicing different stitches
he has a small, but deep scar on his forehead from the bow duel when dream killed him the second time. it's been so long since then that nobody can really remember tommy without it.
tommy also has a deep scar on his chest from the final control room.
in the present, he doesn't wear a red and white shirt like irl tommy does, but instead a thin red and white short-sleeved jacket over a longsleeved white shirt, closer to how his skin looks. definitely has a red bandana. around the disc war era, pre-l'manberg was when he wore the red and white shirt; it's retired now.
when tommy came back from living with techno his hair had gotten a lot longer, he made tubbo cut it because he didn't want to look the way he did while he was in exile.
he never wore wilbur's coat in exile because the coat gave him bad memories, and he felt too much like he'd become like wilbur if he wore it.
he has a scar on his hairline from trying to headbutt jack manifold for no reason. to this day, neither of them know why this event occured, and why tommy hit so hard his skin split and he started bleeding.
since working with sam nook, he likes wearing his hard hat, safety vest, jeans and boots even when he's not doing work for sam that day.
he broke his nose during the final dream fight and it's still healing, so his nose and his eyes just look kind of bruised still, and he's still walking around with a bandage over his face.
covered head to toe in multicoloured plasters at all times. not only is the child violent, he's also stupid and clumsy.
following doomsday leading up to the final dream fight, he looked a lot paler than usual, rarely opened his mouth or even smiled unless it was around tubbo, and he walked around with heavy armour on at all times.
100% carries around marker pens so that this stupid adhd child can write on his hand and all over his arm what he's meant to be doing that day, and who he's meant to be stealing from/scamming
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sharongoodnow · 2 years
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i think the biggest blessing of learning to Craft in general has been that now whenever there’s something even a little bit deficient in my life i immediately look up how to change that and in turn learn a lot more about life and the world around me etc...like i can straight up upholster a chair if i want. is it going to be perfect? absolutely not. but there are tons of internet tutorials, i can understand them from reading them alone, and that proves that the hardest part will just be getting materials and executing it. or the shower tub i use is this ugly green color and i hate it and i just was like hey i wonder if it’s possible to like. Paint this another color. and sure enough it is! and there’s detailed video tutorials on how to do it! but it seems like a lot of work for something that’s eh not entirely worth it. but now like...it’s a CHOICE that the tub remain that ugly green color. it’s not something i have to blindly accept and yeah that’s a little dramatic but still. having a sense of autonomy is having a sense of autonomy regardless of what it’s about. and also it kind of boggles my mind when i hear people talk about things they dont like about clothes they then repurchase and it’s like. you didn’t like part of that!!!!!!!!!!! why not look for something better? and sometimes nothing is going to be perfect etc you take what you can get but other times WHY NOT JUST FIND SOMETHING ELSE!!!!!!! and it’s because we’re conditioned to consume and not ask questions. so it’s been a huge blessing to see that like. If i make these modifications while knitting this sweater then the fit will be what i deem best for me personally. and then seeing how i can apply that to the rest of life. and have the things around me serve me in every way possible. and typing that out it sounds selfish but having things be imperfect without questioning that is all things considered such a modern problem. particularly with textiles bc if your stuff wasn’t either made to last or made to fit over a long span of time then that became expensive really fast. and like whether it’s with small stuff or not being able to ask the question and see that you don’t have to settle is very empowering. like i made my brother a hat in 2020 and he liked it but i figured wore it out of obligation (he didnt own another hat lmao) and then he lost that one and i asked if he would like a different design, a different yarn, etc for a new one, mostly because he was borrowing a hat of my dad’s that i’d made and i wondered if he liked that one better because it would take less time to make haha. and he said he liked the hat he had! except it was a little itchy. so i got him the softest ever yarn and made a new one and he was kind of shocked at how for once he could wear a wool hat and not have it be itchy. he wasn’t even aware that he was allowed to not like the hat for being itchy; he just thought he had to accept that. BUT HE DIDN’T!!!!!!!!!! and that’s small but hey i take what i can get haha
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sixtyeightdays · 4 years
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The Queen
She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.
this mini speech drabble is inspired by HBIC by @unmaskedagain and The Pigtails Are Off by @para-dox-normal
WARNING: MILD VIOLENCE , SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC
Marinette left the class, after depositing ribbons into the hands of a few of her classmates.
Alya turned to face Nino, whose hat was still drawn down, covering the upper part of his face. 
‘What was that all about?’ She demanded. Nino sunk lower into his seat, casting a look towards Chloe, who huffed and stood up.
‘You all made a huge enemy today,’ she began.
Alix scoffed. ‘We’ve dealt with you a lot, we aren’t scared of you.’
This time, Sabrina spoke up, which clearly shocked the rest of the class who thought she was a spineless servant of Chloe’s.
There was a glint in her green eyes that wasn’t there earlier, making a shiver run down the class’ spines.
‘Oh, who said anything about Chloe?’
Now it was Juleka who spoke up, looking away from Rose who was grasping at her arm for answers.
‘You have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away.’
Ivan, fed up, slammed his fist into the table. ‘What the HELL are you guys even talking about?’
Nino looked up and smirked, which shocked Alya and made her take a step back, after noticing the sinister glint in his eyes.
‘You all are... new here. You don’t know how the Queen works.’
Kim stood up from his desk proudly, puffing his chest out. ‘I’ve been in this class one of the longest! 3 years!’
Nathaniel looked to him like he was stupid before shaking his head.
‘No. We have. I’ve been here 6 years, Chloe 5, Sabrina, 6, Juleka 5 and Marinette? 8.’ 
Juleka, Nino, Chloe and Sabina all spoke up in an oddly monotonous voice, walking towards the front of the class.
‘She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.’
The class broke out into laughter. ‘Marinette? What can she do?’ Alya wiped a tear from her eye.
The others stared at her coolly and waited for them to stop laughing. Chloe stepped forwards and smiled.
The class was taken aback.
‘I don’t like any of you, so let me make this clear. Watch your back when you get to school tomorrow. Like Juleka said, you have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away. Marinette has been protecting you guys for ages, since the first minute you stepped into this school.’
‘Just because we don’t like you, doesn’t mean we’re evil enough to leave you..without a warning.’ Juleka smiled, cold flashing over her features.
‘I may be dumb, stupid, even. But I’m not that dumb to get on the wrong side of the Queen.’ Sabrina laughed.
Nathaniel made his way to the front before stepping next to Nino and in unison, they said;
‘Good luck. You’re going to need it.’
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When Marinette reached home, she immediately shrugged off her regular grey jacket before digging into the closet to the item she had left behind for 3 years.
She reached to the black box sitting innocently at the back of her closet and pulled it out.
She opened it and unfolded the outfit that was inside, looking at it with a evil smile on her face.
Inside, there was black combat boots with silver studs, a black leather jacket with light pink and grey highlights and dark blue ripped jeans.
Marinette grabbed the clothes out and spent the night altering her old clothes, making it bigger and adding a small pocket in her jacket for Tikki to comfortably sit in.
The kwami knew of Marinette’s past of course, it was one of the first things the bluenette had confessed to the kwami about. Tikki was supportive of the old Marinette surfacing again. She was irritated by the way her class treatedher chosen, and wanted it to be over once and for all.
That hatchet was long forgotten, although the way Marinette ruled the school went unnoticed by the imbeciles in her class.
Marinette was--still is-- the Queen of her school. When she arrived in the beginning, she was not to be taken lightly and she earned her place at the top of the food chain.
There had aways been some sort of invisible barrier between the other students and Mlle. Bustier’s class. No one could get in, mainly due to Marinette’s influence.
Everyone in the school apart form that class knew about the Queen who sat in the sidelines. Marinette had some sort of protection over that class and if anything happened to them, you’d had to answer to her.
This made many of the students stay away, although they still made friends with the class.
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The next morning, Marinette was early. Surprising, I know. But she knew her class always sat together in the courtyard until everyone arrived, and 15 minutes before school started, they would head up to the classroom.
If anything, Marinette felt rather relieved at not having to hide her status anymore. Word had spread, and there was whispering everywhere, glances at Mlle. Bustier’s table, who didn’t notice.
Alya heard many people whispering around her. 
‘I must say, I’ll be happy to see the Queen in action again. It was a golden era.’
‘I know right! I feel sorry for the poor people who invoked the wrath of the Queen though.’
The doors slammed open, ad a tall shadowy figure strutted in as if she owned the place. Lila regarded her carefully.
Once the shadowy figure took enough steps forward, she stopped. Light illuminating her features to reveal Marinette.
Gone was the happy go lucky expression on her face, replaced with a steely determination with no trace of her usual smile. 
Her hair, free from her signature pigtails, flowed freely down her back, wild, as if she just came back from the club with her boyfriend.
She wore her leather jacket and ripped jeans. She wasn’t even wearing a shirt, opting for a black sports bra. She zipped her jacket up till the bottom of her bra, before letting the sleeves of the jacket fall back on her shoulders.
She was wearing black pumps, almost 6 inches tall, which made the class’ jaws drop. Clumsy Marinette wearing heels? That almost spelled disaster.
The class could’ve sworn the temperature dropped as soon as she looked in their direction. A cold smile graced her lips, which were stained a blood red.
She lifted her right arm slowly, all the while still smirking at the class.
Everyone in the courtyard slowly raised their wrists, Nino and the others included. With sick dread pooling in their stomachs, the class noted with fear that everybody except them were wearing a red hair ribbon on their wrists.
They never took it off. Kim remembered asking Ondine why she wore it, even while swimming. She had looked to him before changing the subject hastily.
Alix recalled her brother, Jali, wearing one on his wrist, before Alix had gone to school at Francois Dupont.
Marinette walked slowly towards their class, swaying her hips with the aura of cool confidence surrounding her. Lila stuck out her foot to trip Marinette, who noticed and gave Lila a smile, before stepping directly on Lila’s toes, crushing it with her heel. 
Marinette grinded her heel into Lila’s foot, and she could barely keep herself from yelling. Soon, she did and the class turned on Marinette, screaming profanities at her. 
Lila’s toes were now bent in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, a sickening purple color. Surprisingly, no blood was exiting the toes, and Marinette internally rolled her eyes at how careless the class thought she was.
She whispered to Lila, although the whole courtyard heard.
‘You wanna fake an injury, Lila? I’ll give you an injury.’
Alya snarled and tried to slap Marinette.
‘What is wrong with you, you bitch!’ Her hand swung out, intending to meet Marinette’s face. And though no one blinked, Marinette’s hand caught Alya’s. Her fingers wrapped around Alya’s wrist almost seductively, before she smiled.
The smile reminded of the class of the old times, when Marinette used to have fun with the class, laughing her heart out when Kim snorted milk out of his nose.
That was how the class knew Marinette enjoyed breaking Alya’s wrist.
The bluenette squeezed Alya’s wrist with surprising strength, causing Alya to let go of the phone clenched in her hand, letting it fall to the floor, where Alya’s wallpaper glowed for a soft moment, showing Alya, with an arm wrapped around Marinette, before the bluenette stepped on the phone like she did with Lila, causing the screen to shatter and Alya to call out in anguish.
That call turned into a scream as the class watched Marinette mercilessly twist Alya’s wrist, breaking it with one resonating snap.
Marinette let go and watched amusedly as Alya flailed around, grasping her broken wrist in her fine one.
Marinette watched it all with a smile on her face, an exact replica of the happy, warm smile she gave when she hung out with her friends.
The class looked around and realised that none of the students around them looked the least bit shocked when the situation was occurring.
Adrien let out a quick breath. This was what Chloe meant by Queen.
And as Marinette turned to fix her cold eyes on the class, they knew they was done for.
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Sabrina watched from afar with Chloe, smiling sickeningly as everyone in the class took their turn to get something of theirs broken.
Marinette saved Adrien for last. He smiled charmingly at Marinette, inching backwards, trying to use the fact that she had a crush on him in his favor. As Marinette paused, he exhaled quickly, thinking it was over.
Marinette took a step back. If she were to hurt Adrien, his father would most certainly murder her and Marinette wasn’t willing to waste more time on the blonde model than she already had.
Until Adrien called out.
‘Mari this isn’t you! Come bACK TO US!’
The courtyard swiveled their heads to look at the boy and no one flinched as her heel found his stomach.
There was a smile on Marinette’s face even after Adrien lost consciousness. 
its kind of a bad ending but i couldnt think of how to end it with and im sorry bc its kind of violent but i think this is okay for now
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hoodharlow · 4 years
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Show Me
AN: Part 3 of the El Novio: Workout Mini Series. Someone needs to tell Cal to stop working out bc I need to get back on schedule.The picture was taken from @kindahoping4forever. Thank you to @d-oaks for always being down to beta read and edit. 
Requested: No, but @karajaynetoday​ gave me some ideas that I tweaked 👀👀👀
Warnings: smut
Word Count: 2.6 k words
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Calum pulled up to a shaded parking space when they arrived at Costco. The parking lot was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon, so he was relieved that no one would notice them. He motioned Claudia that the coast was clear, and they got out, making their way hand in hand to the food court. 
“What are you getting?” Calum asked her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.
“Mm… maybe an acai bowl? I wanna leave room for samples.” She responded. She tilted her head up and asked, “Do you wanna get pizza for dinner?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “we can get some premade oven ones, so we can heat them up when we want.”
“That works.” Claudia agreed.
They waited in line to get in the store for what seemed an eternity because some lady was holding up the line; her husband was getting gas, but she didn’t have their Costco Card to get in. While they waited, Claudia stretched a bit to relax some of her muscles. She was still sore from the workout from a few days ago. 
“Are you not wearing panties?” Calum whispered to her. He knew her body all too well that he knew when she didn’t wear anything under. She gave him a simple shrug and pulled up her leggings, accentuating her ass even more. He gently placed his head on the cart and sighed. “Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”
“No,” she giggled, “not my fault you can’t handle all this ass.” 
“You know damn well I can. You practically begged me this morning.”
“Shut up.” she mumbled. 
Luckily the line started moving, so Claudia wasn’t going to deal with his teases. She led him to the kitchen decor section. Ever since they got their kitchen redone, they have been getting new things for it, from pots and pans to storage bins for the pantry. She bent down to get a better view of the kitchen carts. 
Calum knew she was going to be a while, so he went off on his own to get their other groceries. He took the car and went toward the cheese section. She ate about seven different kinds of cheeses. He knew she was a keeper when she introduced him to panela. Because now he was able to add pizzazz to his veggie tacos. 
Once he was done there, he made his way to the fruits and vegetables.He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his messages with Diego until he found the one about slapping a watermelon, a tip he wished he learned years ago. He saw a dad nearby that was also slapping the watermelons. After he finished grabbing the other produce, he made his way back to Claudia.
When he got to the aisle where she was, he was immediately annoyed. Claudia was leaning against the shelf laughing along to whatever some guy was telling her. Calum recognized him instantly. He had been out in the food court eyeing Claudia when she helped out a little kid with their soda cap at the napkin section. Now stood with his hands on his hips showing off the ginormous belt buckle. 
‘Must be compensating for something,’ Calum thought to himself. He saw the smirk the guy wore, ready to stake his claim at Claudia. Calum gripped the shopping cart, pissed at how sleazy some men were. The guy was probably lurking around waiting for him to leave so he can pounce on Claudia. 
When he approached them, the guy gave Calum a quick glance over, sizing up to him. He was about Ashton’s height, but more muscular and bigger, making Calum feel slightly insecure. He knew Claudia was big on arms.
“Are you ready?” Calum asked Claudia. The guy took a few steps away from Claudia. 
“Yeah, I ended up ordering one of the things I wanted online because they didn't have the color I wanted. Grant helped me out on how to order it.” She said gesturing to the guy that was flirting with her.
“Well, I best be going. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” The guy said. He had a deep southern drawl. He nodded his head at her like he was tipping a cowboy hat at her. 
“Bye.” Claudia said, oblivious to the guy’s intention.
“Are you ready?” Calum repeated to her. 
“Yeah, did you get everything else?” She asked him, rummaging through the cart.
“Of course I did. I wasn’t the one wasting time by chatting up some cowboy.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear him.
“Seriously?” She scoffed, dropping the veggie straws. She looked up at him frowning. She opened her mouth and quickly closed it. “I’m not gonna get into it. Let’s just go back to your place.”
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Calum peered into the kitchen. It had been an hour since they got back to 'his' place, and Claudia was baking. When they got home, she hadn’t said a thing. At the rate she was going, she could make a pop-up bakery with everything she was baking. He watched her pipe macaron batter on a baking sheet. Then she angrily hit the baking sheet against the counter, making Calum flinch. He wanted a snack, but he knew if he was in the same space as Claudia World War 3 would start. He knew the minute she said 'your place' instead of 'home' that he was in the doghouse. Ever since she moved in with him, he made sure she knew it was their home, not just his. 
He watched her stalk off to the bathroom, so he took his chance to serve himself some leftover noodles. He impatiently drummed the counter as if that would speed up the microwave. Before the last second went off he took out his food. He cleaned up any evidence that he was there and retreated back to his studio before she came back.
Claudia caught sight of him as he left and felt sad. She didn't even know what made him so jealous. As if she would even consider looking at any other man when she had him. She felt disappointed that he would even think that she would ever flirt with some guy like the one from Costco. She had seen a few military tattoos peak out of the guy's shirt. She made a vow to never mess with anyone in the military or law enforcement. She knew they lacked a few brain cells and mostly joined to fuck around with guns. Just imagining them made her shudder in disgust.
She pulled out her phone and texted her friends, Sara and Dulce, if they were able to video chat. They instantly replied agreeing. She hasn't been able to hang out with them. Mostly because Sara was in San Francisco working at a graphic design company while Dulce was at NYU starting some archaeology program. 
"I missed y'all so much. School's not the same without y'all." Claudia admitted. She loved USC, but it just wasn't the same without them.
"Oh, I know. I hate New York, everything is so expensive." Dulce agreed.
"Felt, San Fran is so yucky too." Sara said. 
They continued talking and catching up. Claudia filled them in on how her and Calum are out as a couple, not by choice and all that went down with that mess. She continued baking and decorating. Calum approached her and said something to her. She didn't catch it, so she just waved him off. After about an hour they hung up. Claudia went to the garage for some boxes, so she could send Dulce and Sara some baked goods.
She was coming back to the house when she saw a tall skinny blonde girl with Calum and his trainer. She was giggling at whatever Calum said. Even Duke was with them. Claudia stomped back into the kitchen. 
From the window she watched the girl get in front of Calum as his trainer guided them through another workout. She wasn't even sweating. She looked perfect. Like she was pretending to workout just for a few Instagram likes, but she wasn't. She was down doing the nit and gritty along with Calum. Then he took off his shirt. The girl was practically drooling for him and started finding  ways to touch him or just be near him. 
It angered Claudia. He was either allowing her to do all that to get her back for what happened at Costco or he was a dumbass. 
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Calum was getting frustrated with the girl his trainer brought. At first he let her casually flirt with him because he saw Claudia walk by, but now he wanted her to back off. He took three steps back and she took four. He was thankful that the session was over. As he walked them back to their cars, he was very explicit with his trainer to never bring her around, or anyone at that.
He decided he was going to apologize to Claudia for being a jealous idiot after showering, so he went straight to their bedroom. His shower lasted longer than he expected because he thought back to what happened a few days ago when they worked out together. 
He was changing into shorts when he heard a crash and Claudia yell, followed by Duke's barks. He ran back down to the kitchen and found Claudia on the floor clutching her hand with the pizza pan on the floor. He grabbed an oven mitt and picked up the pizza, setting it on the cooling rack. Luckily it landed with pizza on top. 
"Show me." He told her quietly. He kneeled in front of her, reaching out to her. 
She hesitated but gave in. Her left palm was bright red. When she took out the pizza, she didn't even think about grabbing an oven mitt because of the baking she had been doing. She didn't notice she wasn't wearing one until she looked at her hand. 
Calum didn't think twice before lifting her up on the sink and running cool water down on her hand. He went to the pantry where they had one of the many first aid kits in their house. He let her hand under the water for a few more minutes before putting a thin layer of Neosporin on the burn and covering it with a gauze. Then he wrapped it in medical tape. 
"Does it hurt?" He asked her. She shook her head. "Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Sana sana colita de rana."
Claudia burst into a fit of giggles. "Where did you hear that?" 
"I overheard your brother tell Paloma that when she fell and scraped her knee while we were visiting your parents." He explained. He scratched the back of his back, shyly before continuing. "I googled what it meant and found out it was little saying you do when kids get hurt."
"Well, thank you for that." Claudia said awkwardly. She hopped off the counter and made her way out of the kitchen.
"Claudia, wait," He called after her. She turned around. "I'm sorry for being a jerk. I know you wouldn't do anything to mess up our relationship. I was just angry because that guy had an eye on you since we were getting our stuff at the food court. And also for letting the girl flirt with me. I was just being a petty asshole, and I get if you hate me and all that."
Claudia took a step forward, surveying him. "You're lucky you're cute and know first aid. But if you let some other girl openly flirt with you like that, I will end you. I'm not sure how, but I will."
Calum held out his pinky to her. She smiled and wrapped hers around it. He pulled their intertwined pinkies and kissed them. He leaned down and kissed Claudia. 
The kiss was filled with more apologies and promises. Calum backed Claudia against the counter as their kiss intensified. She lifted her hips up for him so he was able to tug off her leggings. He glanced down at her glistening core and back to her face. He dropped his shorts and towered over her.
"I retract all my comments about you not wearing panties with your tights." 
***
It was finally nightfall and they were settling for bed. Claudia emerged in one of Calum's t-shirts and her black Calvin Klein panties. 
"Why were these in the laundry basket?" She asked him, holding up her new leggings.
"I wore them? Why do you ask?" He asked her, confused. 
"They're mine!" She snorted. 
"No, they're mine." 
"I bought them last week."
"Well, that explains why they were tighter than usual."
"You're silly."
Claudia tossed them back in the basket and crawled in bed. She straddled Calum and laid on his chest. He ran his nails against her back as they mindlessly watched Tierra de Reyes. 
After a few minutes, Claudia gasped. "You did the sana sana colita de rana wrong."
"I did?"
"Yeah, after you say it, you must kiss where it hurts."
"Seriously?" Claudia nodded eagerly. She rolled off him and laid on her back. "Where does it hurt?"
"Here a little." she said holding up her bandaged hand. He gave her a quick peck and sat on his knees. She took one of his hands and placed it on her clothed core. "But it really hurts here. Can you kiss it for me? I tried rubbing it, but it didn't help."
"Well if it hurts we gotta do whatever makes you feel better pretty girl. No?"
Claudia nodded in agreement. Calum chuckled to himself and nudged her shirt off. She obliged and reclined against the pillows. Calum kissed her lips and kissed his way down her body. He paid special attention to her breasts before finally reaching her panties. He ripped them off her, tossing the ripped fabric off to the side. 
He situated himself in front of her. His fingers grazed her entrance, coating them with her arousal. He licked his fingers and continued to tease her. He smirked as her breathing quickened, and her soft pleas filled the room. 
He finally laid on his stomach and began to kiss the inside of her thighs before placing them over his shoulders. His cock hardened thinking of the times she would wear high heels and would dig into his back as he made her come. 
"Fuck." He moaned once he tasted her.
His tongue worked its wonders on Claudia. She was on edge minutes later. One of her hands wrapped around his curls while the other tugged with her breasts. 
"Cal, please make me come,” she begged. 
He slipped his fingers inside of her. She squirmed at how quick he was thrusting his fingers in her. Then he added his thumb and slowly rubbed her clit, bringing her to her orgasm. He continued licking and thrusting his fingers into her as she came. 
The tight grip on his hair loosened. Claudia sighed as Calum pulled his fingers out of her. He licked them clean and laid next to her. He turned to his side just as she did. She placed her leg proactively over his waist. 
"Thank you." She said. 
"For what?" He asked. He reached over and rubbed her leg. He tugged her closer to him.
"For being open with your feelings even if it's not right away. Like you allow yourself to be mad, sad, happy and stuff because you figure out what you're feeling and work off of that. You don't bottle it in and lash out after." She shrugged. She reached over and brushed off his hair off his beautiful face. She kept her hand there and twisted the end of his curls.
"I try my best to. Even if I end up doing something stupid or petty. I owe it to you. You've helped me process and think without even realising it." He said. 
He leaned over and pecked her lips. Claudia's hand kept him in place. They kissed for what seemed hours. It wasn't anything urgent, just them showing how grateful they are for each other. 
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omg pls share the story abt the lecture from that girl’s dad (only if u feel like it) but seriously ppl it’s not that hard to put a mask on to help the spread of a virus. just wear it, it keeps u safe. and for the ppl who don’t care then just wait til it affects u, bcs covid isn’t a game. I just wish ppl were more serious abt it
Ok so sit down and buckle up kiddos and grab some snacks bc this is a helluva ride
Little background info: I have been a section leader for both my junior and senior years now. When the new freshmen came in my first year of being section leader I was hyped as hell. And then this new freshman whips out a lighter and lights it WHILE WE’RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL MIGHT I ADD with a straight face looking off into the distance before we ask her to put it away. She also always has a pocket knife on her that we found on the ground during band camp. I’ll call her POS. 
I tried to like POS I really did, but then she turned out to be a bigoted racist asshole (she also drinks deer blood straight from the corpse and simps over jeffery dahmer so even more red flags). It was extremely hard for me to treat her like I did with the other people in my section, but I managed to treat her the same as the other people and avoided her for the most part (thank god she wasn’t in my subsection I would’ve actually gone insane)
Flash forward to this year. Covid was hitting full force and we had to quarantine for the first two months of our season setting us back by a lot. She was wishywashy about rejoining but as the most senior leader of my section my band director was on my ass about getting a straight answer from her and fast. So I kinda had to force her to give me an answer (which she told me she was doing it quickly which leads me to think she already knew she was doing it) so she already was going into the season hating my guts
When we finally had an in person rehearsal for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a mask so when I asked her where it was she looked at me like I was the dumbass and said in a matter-of-fact tone “it’s in my pocket” and pointed to the confederate flag bandana hanging out of her pocket. Those four words told me that this season was going to be a fuckin long one with her. I just deadpanned (she couldn’t see it tho bc mask, sunglasses, and floppy hat blocking my entire face) and said “I’d rather it be on your face. (band director and marching instructor’s names) will have my ass if they see you not wearing one.” She rolls her eyes and puts it on (at least it was over her nose)
A few months go by with me telling her constantly to put on a mask bc I am responsible for my section and I’d be damned if one of them got sick bc of one idiot being stupid that I could prevent. She is getting madder and madder with each passing rehearsal. 
Band camp rolls around and it changed from 5 13 hour days to 15 3 hour ones and I am already done with her bs. We get our dots and I mentally groan bc she’s next to me for the vast majority of the show. She is between me (an asthmatic) and my close friend (vvv immunocompromised and also hates her, I’ll call her S) so now I’m more worried about covid going around the section. It was in this time that I find out that at least 5 other people out of 20 also have pre existing conditions that make them susceptible. So now I make it even more my mission to make her wear a mask. 
It was in the middle of band camp when she is yet again not wearing a mask (we were just marching without instruments) and I turn to her and as kindly as possible (it was the second time that day) asked her to put on her mask. She once again rolls her eyes and says “ya know, (band director) walked past me 3 times and hasn’t said shit, so I think I’m gonna listen to him and not you.” S and another friend of mine looks over in shock cuz she just talked back to me. They were about to say something but I wove them off. POS wants to fuck with me? Fine. I’ll just go full force with this. She wants petty?? I’ll give her petty, I’ve been holding off all season. 
So I’m marching there for the next twenty minutes quietly seething and counting more aggressively. She’s getting annoyed, but I pull the section leader card and tell her that she needs to be counting as loud as I am bc her feet was lowkey off time. After we break off for a gush and go (very short water break), I go straight to my band director and use my limited water break to tell him what she told me. He apologizes and says that he thought she was just taking a breather. He tells her to put on a mask and she does so and glares at me the rest of the rehearsal. 
She blocks me on all social media and I obviously clown on her in private with the other section leader (he’s more of a pacifist and never really told her to wear a mask which kinda pissed me off but I understood) until she makes a passing comment to my other friend about using the knife she kept in her boot. Now he tells me cuz he’s a good friend and I’m shitting myself at that point bc holy shit I might get shanked. 
I think about telling the band director but I realize that there’s no proof of her saying this and she could easily get out of this so it’s kinda pointless to tell anyone. Plus if she did shank me, she’d get into so much trouble and I’d be laughing at her from my grave/hospital bed. 
Many rehearsals go by and she still refuses to wear a mask so after one rehearsal S and I went to the band director and reminded him about our conditions and told him about how we were worried for our safety (I also told him abotu the other vulunerable ppl in the section) and he says he’s gonna do something. Next rehearsal he gives POS a warning and she begrudgingly wears a mask for the rest of the rehearsal. The next rehearsal rolls by and she isn’t wearing a mask (again) and he sends her home. Major victory for S and I.
The next sectional tho was something I wasn’t expecting. I get there like 10 minutes before it starts like I usually do in a good mood. I get out of my car and go to grab my stuff when a massive white truck with a busted muffler pulls up into the parking space next to me with a cloud of black smoke. The window rolls down and reveals POS’s dad and POS herself in the passanger seat. 
Of course I’m thinking that this is the day I die and start mentally preparing to yell for help to my other section members 100 feet away on the field already.
Mans starts to lecture me saying things like “it’s unhealthy to wear a mask outside bc it’s like a pitri dish under there. 6th grade science!” (I am not joking or overexaggerating with this, he actually said that). I really wanted to say “well, 7th grade science says otherwise, but you wouldn’t know that bc I’m sure you didn’t pass 6th grade, but go off ig” but I didn’t bc I didn’t want to get shanked or disappear randomly. I just tell him that I am only doing what my band director told me to do and that there are tons of people (myself included) that can really get hurt from just being in contact with covid. He says that’s bullshit and tries to tell me that I’m an idiot before I cut him off by telling him once again that I am just trying to protect my section and that the sectional was going to start soon so I didn’t have the time for this. I walk away leaving him trying to keep talking to me and soon enough POS gets out of the car and follows me to the field giving me a smug smile on her unmasked face before she puts it on when she sees the other section leader stroll up. 
Lemme paint the picture for you: this guy (a 6′something burly guy in his 50′s that I know has like two felonies under his belt) pulls up next to me (a 5′2 17 year old ball of anxiety that drives a small yellow car) and starts to borderline yell at me. Traumatizing. I was shaking for the rest of the sectional and I spent the rest of the season looking over my shoulder looking for the glint of a knife swingin at me
Now I’m pretty sure she’s suspended bc she was caught with a knife on school property and she wore a confederate t-shirt to school, but I would be lying if I said I don’t still look over my shoulder or speed up when I drive past her house lmao
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