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6mommymilkers9 · 2 years

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Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

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flight0fthenavigat0r · 3 months

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last year i spent every tuesday night/wednesday early morning staying up until 3 am for the new tbb ep because of the fuckass timezone difference and i just can’t sustain that this year and it actually makes me so incredibly sad because it was the me-est me-time i’ve ever had. as i’ve gotten older i can stay up later and very quickly i found how at peace i was late at night and very early in the morning, and those hours became a safe space where i could just decompress and there were no expectations or stressors. in the past few years star wars has become my solace. hyperfixations come and go and in the last few months i’ve found myself not as completely focused on star wars but it was always in the back of my head and coming back to it now feels like coming home. but back to last year, those were two things that made me feel calm and safe and now i have to rush to watch the episodes before school or wait all day until it’s over to watch it. it also makes me sad because i miss out on so much of the posts that you guys make, part of the joy of watching it the second it comes out is watching posts pop up as i’m watching and laughing at live reactions and memes and knowing that while i am a lonely person there are people all over the place loving tbb with me. anyway sorry for the ramble, i just love you guys and i’m sad it’s not the same anymore. i’m probably gonna delete this later anyway.

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favefandomimagines · 2 years

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Sometimes You Just Need Somebody (e.b)

Summary: Everyone had someone at the 118, a place to go, a partner to go home to. And it makes Buck begin to wonder; who’s his somebody?

AN: inspired by the season 3 episode where he meets Red because it’s probably one of my favorite Buck moments

I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent, my personal life kind of imploded for a little bit lol but it is starting to get better. I’ll be working on part 2 of my Ace fic ‘I’m Here’ and chapter 4 of my Tommy Shelby series! This was in the drafts and i felt like i needed to post something.

Buck was coming off a large high after saving a woman from a burning building. He was the city’s hero and all he wanted to do was celebrate with his 118 family. Though sometimes he forgets that they have wives, girlfriends, children, and he doesn’t. The only person he really has is himself.

He had you though. His best friend, person who knows him almost as much as Maddie. It was the cheesiest and most cliche story in the book, but Buck was in love with his best friend. He met you on a call during the earthquake two years ago. You flagged them down because your dog was trapped in your house still when the earthquake hit.

Never has he seen a woman run out into the middle of the street and in front of a fire engine for a dog. Buck and the rest of the team exchanged glances before Buck got out of the truck. You were in hysterics, explaining how your St. Bernard was stuck on the second floor of your home and the stairs were blocked off.

The 118 was on the way back to the firehouse to refuel, Buck thought you were pretty, so he helped you. Two weeks later you and your dog ran into him while on a walk on one of his days off. The rest was history.

So when he was left alone to celebrate his victory, the first person he thought of was you. You probably watched it on the news and waited for his shift to end to call.

And like clockwork, the second he stepped out of the building, his phone rang. He saw your name and picture pop up on his screen and smile made its way to his face.

“Hello?” He answered. “Oh my god! I knew you were good but I didn’t know you were a freaking action hero!” You spoke loudly into the phone. “Well it’s good to hear your voice too.” He teased.

“That was literally something out of Mission Impossible. It was amazing! Reckless and terrifying, but amazing nonetheless.” You said. “Thank you, thank you. It felt really good to save her.” Buck replied. “How about we go and celebrate tonight?” You suggested.

Buck’s smile widened at your words, it’s as if you read his mind. And though he wanted to go out with you, a part of him wanted to live that domestic bliss that everyone else around him had.

“Or, I could come over with some takeout and we can have a night in.” He said. “That sounds even better. I gotta walk Max but after that feel free to come over.” You replied. “I’ll come with you. The adrenaline still hasn’t worn off.” He told you.

“Well look at you, Buckley. First you offer me food and then to walk my dog? Sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.” You joked. “Trust me, Y/N. You’d know if I was trying to seduce you.” Buck said. “Yeah because you’re such a charmer.” You replied.

Buck told you he’d see you soon and the two of you said your goodbyes. As he got in his car after the phone call, all he could feel was butterflies. He felt butterflies every time he was preparing to see you or spend time with you.

You felt the same way. As basic as it sounded you had deep feelings for Buck. He was handsome, he made you laugh, he cared about you, and he was kind even to strangers.

What’s there not to love about Evan Buckley?

Buck met you at your front door as you were heading outside with Max.

“World famous firefighter Evan Buckley at my front door? Well isn’t it my lucky day.” You spoke. Buck smiled down at you before lowering down to pet your dog.

“There’s nowhere Id rather be.” He said. “You flatter me.” You commented. You handed him Max’s leash and the two of you began to walk down the sidewalk.

“So, where’s the rest of the 118?” You asked as you walked. “Bobby is with Athena, Hen is with Karen, Eddie is helping Christopher with a sleepover and Chimney is whooing my sister.” Buck explained.

You could see that the fact that all of his ‘people’ had someone or something to go home to made him feel a bit hurt. You knew that Buck had a bit of a habit of feeling lonely or feeling as if he was by himself.

“Hey, you know you always have me. Any day, any time. I know that sometimes it’s easy to feel alone. But as long as we got each other you’ll never be alone.” You told him. “I know. And I’m glad I have you because sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He said. “Suffer immensely.” You replied.

Buck laughed lightly and you looped your arm with his as you walked. The whole thing felt so normal and as if you had done it a thousand times before. You liked how it felt to just be with Buck in a way that was so mundane. I was the little things that made you appreciate him.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Buck asked. “Of course you can.” You said. Buck took a deep breath, afraid of how you’d react. But he was feeling on top of the world and he just wanted you to know how he felt about you.

“I love you. I love you as more than a friend, I guess I have for a while I just didn’t know how to tell you. Everyone in my life has someone to go home to and I thought I didn’t but when I think about that, I think of you. You’re my somebody, the person I want to come home to. And if that freaks you out and you don’t feel the same way, we could just forget it ever happened.” He confessed.

You stopped walking and looked up at Buck with an expression he couldn’t quite read. “A-And I definitely freaked you out. I’m sorry I just I needed to tell you and-“ He started before you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He was taken aback at first but he realized what was happening, he kissed you back.

“I take it you feel the same way?” Buck questioned when you parted. “I feel the same way. No matter how cliche it is.” You laughed. “How long?” He asked. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I think it was when you scaled the side of my house to save Max.” You answered. “Really? Because for me, I think it was when you ran in front of a 20 ton fire truck.” Buck said.

“Definitely not my finest moment but I’d do it again.” You spoke. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.” He replied.

Before you could say anything else, Max started to whine, wanting to continue his walk rather than standing still. “We should probably get going. You still owe me some take out.” You said. “On one condition,” Buck started. “Say you’ll be my girlfriend.” He finished. “Evan Buckley, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.” You told him.

“Oh and I love you too.” You added. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.” Buck commented. “Good. Because I’ll never get tired of saying it.” You said.

Buck smiled at you before leaning in to kiss you once more before heading home.

He always thought that he never had his somebody. The person he goes home to at the end of a shift, the reason he strives to make it back after tough calls. But that person had always been you, it just took him some time realize it.

#imagine #imagines #911 imagine #911 lone star #911 fox #evan buckley oneshot #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley

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ecargmura · 7 months

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My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 1 Review - When Your Boss Is Too Cute

My New Boss Is Goofy is not associated with Disney in any way; I’m sorry if you were actually expecting the real Goofy to show up. This anime is rather cute and comforting. This is actually one of my most anticipated watches for this season because I just needed some comfort in my life. It’s also the first time I am watching workplace comedy. While this looks to be BL, it’s actually a Josei manga.

Anyways, the story is a bit basic. Kentaro Momose has changed jobs after his previous workplace was abusive. The previous workplace has caused him to have mental stress and chronic stomach pain. He’s also very guarded as a result, so his first day at work makes him very tense as he met his new boss. Shirosaki looked very stern but he’s actually very air-headed. He makes very careless mistakes outside of work and the way he reacts is so adorable that it eases Momose’s nerves and eventually becomes a source of comfort in his new work life.

Regardless of the story being basic, I love how the comedy of Shirosaki’s air-headed mishaps aren’t obnoxious or over-exaggerated. Instead, they’re very cute and not as repetitive as I expected. I was expecting the seeing similar mistakes, but the writer did a very good job making Shirosaki’s air-headedness charming. Some of his mistakes are also totally relatable because I’ve made similar mistakes in the past. The part where Shirosaki accidentally talked to the stranger when getting ice cream got to me like that awkward situation happened to me several times in the past.

Despite Shirosaki’s mistakes being the key focus for this show, I do like how it also gives insight to Momose as a character. He’s so anxious and timid due to work abuse from his previous job. It really hits home how bad abuse can be. Having a terrible boss really does kill the work mood. I felt so bad when he recalls the moment his boss ripped up one of his proposals to the point that he’s so anxious at the thought of them being brought up in the present. I know that these types of workplaces exist in Japan and outside. I hope that work tyranny ceases to be because bosses abusing their powers shouldn’t be a thing. I also hope that Momose can get the healing and confidence he needs at his new job.

Shirosaki is also shown to be more than an air-head. Despite his cute mistakes, he’s very insightful and is very considerate. He’s the one taking care of Momose as he takes him out to the aquarium and to the shopping district to show off the types of ads he had worked on in the past. He’s also the one encouraging Momose to try and write a proposal as he noticed how anxious he was when the topic was brought up. I’m sure everyone would want a boss like Shirosaki; I sure do!

I think Shirosaki’s attentiveness is thanks to Aoyama who seems to be as attentive towards him as Shirosaki is to Momose. I like Aoyama. I hope he shows up more. Given that he appears in the opening as one of the main characters, that is likely the case. I do really like how Aoyama cares so much about his workers. He popped a party popper to celebrate Shirosaki’s accomplishment and never mentioned his junior’s fish mistake for the past ten years.

The voice acting is great! If you’re familiar with Boeibu (Cute Earth Defense Club LOVE!), our four main leads are technically a Boeibu reunion! We have Kotaro Nishiyama and Yuichiro Umehara reunite as the main leads once again; they were Atsushi and En from Boeibu and Ryuichi and Kamitani from Gakuen Babysitters! I think this is the first time these two are together as adult leads since the previous two anime I mentioned revolve around high school students. Aoyama is voiced by Tomokazu Sugita who voiced Yumoto’s brother Gora. Sugita is normally known for his deep voice, but the fact that he’s using a softer, higher pitched voice for this character shows that he has range; there’s a reason why he’s such an amazing voice actor. The last of the main four has yet to be introduced, but he’s voiced by Jun Fukuyama who voiced Ibushi in Boeibu. I can’t wait to see the last guy and the cat!

The animation is all soft and I love the color choices! I usually associate A-1 with action-packed anime, so for them to animate a workplace comedy like this makes me wonder why they chose it. I’m sure the animators over there want to animate something cute once in a while, I bet. The music’s pretty decent too! The opening and endings are so cute!

I’ll be continuing on with this anime until the end. I enjoyed what I saw today! I can’t wait to see more of Shirosaki’s mistakes and freak out over how relatable they are with my own; maybe I’ll even reveal more embarrassing Ecargmura stories! I’ve got plenty of air-headed goof ups. Anyways, what are your thoughts about this anime’s premiere?

#my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #Kentaro momose #Yusei shirosaki #Mitsuo Aoyama #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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She’s the Housekeeper Prt2: Anya’s Reward

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/Her Reader

A/N: Prt1 Prt3 Sorry for the wait, but part two is finally here and part three is already in the works! I hope you all like it! I feel a little iffy about this retelling of episode 5, but ep 6 is going well so far! I am curious to know if you guys mind following the original story so closely or if you would prefer some kind of departure from the original plot. Since this was originally just going to be a oneshot, I’m not sure what people would like to see from this fic. Whatever happens, I’m fairly certain I’ll end this story when season one ends or sooner depending on people’s interest. I’d like to get to Yuri’s episode at the very least, but I know there is a big edition to the family coming up that I want to see and write about 👀. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,348

With Anya’s enrollment to Eden nearly secure, everyone was eager to relax. Just one more phone call, and everything would be set in stone.

While Anya colored and watched tv, Loid washed the dishes from lunch. Yor dozed on the couch with her head resting on (Y/n)’s thighs while her partner read a book and ran the fingers of her free hand through Yor’s hair, only stopping long enough to turn the pages before continuing on. The atmosphere was peaceful,

And then the phone rang.

Loid picked up on the second ring, his hands still dripping with water and dish soap as he greeted the caller and listened intently to whoever was on the line.

(Y/n) craned her neck to gauge his reactions and felt hope rise within her when he smiled and his eyes took on an excited gleam. Loid thanked the caller and hung up.

Anya leapt to her feet, “Did I do it, papa?” She asked. Though judging by the look on her face she already knew the answer and squealed happily when Loid picked her up high over his head and smiled proudly at her.

“You did it, Anya!” He declared, swinging the little girl around.

“Congratulations!” (Y/n) clapped quietly, but the combined noise and shift in the energy of the room caused Yor to awaken anyway.

“Congratulations…” Yor slowly sat up and peaked over the couch, rubbing the corner of her eye, “what are we congratulating?”

“Miss Anya is going to Eden, honey.” (Y/n) informed the sleepy woman who immediately perked up.

“Congratulations Miss Anya!”

“Anya is going to school!” The little girl proudly proclaimed. All of her dancing had really paid off!

During their mini celebration, a round of knocks sounded from the door that put everything on pause.

“I thought you said no one was coming today!” (Y/n) hissed quietly. She rolled off of the couch and disappeared down the hall to her and Yor’s room. There wouldn’t be enough time to change into her ‘uniform’ so she would have to hide until whoever the person was left.

“No one was supposed to come,” Loid confirmed, but looking through the peep hole he called back, “It’s alright, it’s my friend Franky. You can come back.”

“Hey! Heard the good news so I thought I’d come by and bring a little something to celebrate with!” Franky greeted Loid with a couple bottles of wine as the door swung open to let him in.

“Thank you, Franky. That’s very kind.” Yor took the bottles from his arms and put them on the table, already itching to pop a bottle open.

“How do you know already?” (Y/n) asked. “We literally got the call only a few minutes ago.”

“Ah, I just have a sixth sense for these kind of things, you know?” Franky laughed. He noticed the warning look Loid gave him and was reminded that (Y/n) and Yor weren’t in the loop. It could be troublesome if they thought Loid was shady for having Franky get him the test answers.

(Y/n) gave him a questioning look, but her eyes happened to flick in Yor’s direction and the third glass of wine she was pouring and she didn’t care anymore.

“Yor, slow down. That’s too much!” She scolded, running past the men and Anya to try to cut her partner off.

Yor saw her coming and already being as drunk as she was, she quickly chugged the rest of the glass. It was like trying to get a piece of plastic away from a cat.

“No more of that.” (Y/n) ordered sternly, poking Yor in the chest.

Yor tried to pout, but quickly fell apart into a giggling mess, bumping her head hard into (Y/n)’s chest.

“You are such a light weight.” She griped, helping Yor down into a chair.

“Did she save any for us?” Franky laughed, plopping into a seat opposite the couple and filling a glass for himself.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I don‘t know what got into her.”

“Anya wants fruit juice!”

“Of course, sweetie. Oh,” Before (Y/n) could get up, Yor wrapped around her like a sloth, “Loid can you do it. I have another child to look after at the moment.”

“Poke, poke, poke.” Yor giggled, pressing her finger against (Y/n)’s cheeks and nose. (Y/n) grabbed her hand and forced it down back into Yor’s lap.

“Right.” Loid retrieved the juice for Anya with an amused smile.

“So Anya, have you told your dad what kind of reward you want for getting into Eden? He’ll buy you anything you want you know.” Franky declared with a troublesome grin.

Anya sat quietly for a minute, swaying her dangling feet to and fro.

“I don’t need papa to buy me anything.” She said, looking down modestly, “I would like to do something though.”

“Sure! Just say the word and your papa will do it!” Franky cheered after taking another swig of wine, Loid gave him a tired glare, but turned to Anya with a reassuring smile.

“Anya wants papa to save her from a castle!” Anya spoke resolutely, pointing to the tv as Bondman was zip-lining into a castle.

“A castle, hm?” (Y/n) gave Loid a look that said, ‘good luck with that, buddy’ and Loid rubbed his forehead.

“That is not a very realistic request, Anya. Isn’t there something else you would rather do?”

“C’mon, it’s more doable than you think,” Franky sat back in his chair, “that castle got remodeled as a theme park. It can be rented out.”

Loid closed his eyes, thinking, then he nodded.

“I need to make a phone call.”

***

“So you can just make a phone call and get a private plane a couple hours later? What kind of psychiatrist are you?” (Y/n) asked as she helped both Anya and Yor with their seatbelts. She thought hiring a private plane was a little too bougie for the man to afford. Especially when his profession apparently included beating the snot out of his patients.

“I have my sources. Here,” Loid attempt to divert (Y/n)’s attention with a glass of wine, “you didn’t get to have any at home.”

“Someone has to keep an eye on her.” She gestured to Yor, but she took the glass anyway, holding it out of reach of Yor’s grabby hands, “actually, maybe a little wouldn’t hurt.”

“Fank you berry mush fur alwaysh looking out fur me, lub youuu.”

“Shhh, Yor, I know— hey! Where did you get that wine bottle?”

While (Y/n) wrestled the bottle away with one hand, not an easy feat, Loid started the plane and took off, Franky and Anya cheered as the plane ascended into the air and found its cruising altitude.

Before long, the castle came into sight, glowing against the darkness of the night sky.

“Looks pretty good, don’t you think?” Franky grinned over his shoulder at Anya.

“Anya is excited!” The little girl’s eyes gleamed while she pressed her face against the glass.

“It is a very pretty sight.” (Y/n) said, peeking out of Anya’s window as well.

“Show prettyyy.” Yor agreed, though her eyes hadn’t left her partner’s body for most of the plane ride and now wasn’t much different.

Loid found a place to land and the Forger’s and Company tumbled out of the plane and into the grand, empty castle.

Franky and Anya ran around for a minute or two before Anya stopped, a small frown on her face.

“What’s wrong, Anya?” Her father asked.

“It doesn’t feel right without servants and enemies. It makes me sad.”

“I know, right? Poor little Princess,” Franky shot Loid a disappointed pout of his own, “papa better step up his game.”

Loid’s eye twitched.

“Where are you going?” (Y/n) asked Loid as Yor clumsily spun her around the ballroom.

“I need to make a phone call.”

***

“Seriously, what is your deal? How did you get all these people so fast?” (Y/n) inquired. The ballroom had transformed into a lively party before her very eyes. She didn’t care what unorthodox practices he held, there was no way he was making this kind of money as a psychiatrist.

Loid opened his mouth to craft a flawless lie, but it was unneeded as (Y/n) had to stop Yor from disappearing into the crowd of spies turned party goers. Loid was actually thankful for the distractions a drunk Yor provided. (Y/n) was too observant and curious for her own good.

He took the stage as Franky dictated and sent out his message to the crowd before handing the reins back to the informant who began a flawless theatrical performance and set the scene.

“Here is our star, Princess Anya!”

“And here is the spy who is going to save me, Loidman!” Anya beamed, directing the spotlight onto Loid.

“And our villain Count Scruffy!” She continued, the light fell back on Franky who rubbed his hands together dastardly.

“And mahh, ah, Ms. (Y/n) will be mama’s keeper!”

“Seems a little on the nose, but okay.” (Y/n) mumbled with a mirthful smile and gave a little wave to the crowd as the light fell on her and Yor.

“And mama will be… whatever.” Anya finished, causing Yor’s mouth to fall open in shock.

“I’ll need your help to keep Loidman out of my way subordinates, keep him away as long as you can!” Franky called out with a evil laugh.

He ushered Anya, (Y/n) and Yor into pod attraction that steadily began to raise higher.

“If you want Princess Anya back, come get her! Scruffy scruff scruff!” Franky laughed watching Loid grow smaller and smaller the further away they got from the floor.

“Good luck!” (Y/n) chuckled at Loid’s face. He looked a little out of his depth.

Before long, a breeze wafted around them and they were outside. (Y/n) and Yor watched on with varied degrees of amusement as a short quiz ensued, leading to Loid having to put on a Bondman costume. It was nothing extreme, but watching Loid blush before putting that cheap mask over his eyes made (Y/n) laugh.

Then the action really kicked off.

“This is like, the production value of a blockbuster movie.” (Y/n) commented, watching Loid fight henchman and dodge the giant balls being shot at him. “Wow, he can really move.”

“And so can we!” Franky said with another evil laugh, making the balloon pod rise above the tower.

“Save me, Loidman!” Anya called out as the balloon ascended.

Loid scaled the steps of the tower with impressive form and dexterity, but when before he reached the top, Franky was off again. Loid leapt from the castle tower and zip-lined to the end of the line of Count Scruffy and his crew.

“I’m surprised you made it this far Loidman, but I won’t give you the Princess!”

“Save me, Loidman!” Anya called out again. She was having the time of her life.

“Hand over the Princess.” Loid gave the command with a lackluster delivery.

(Y/n) snickered again, covering her face in her hands and for but a moment, let go of Yor’s arm. That would prove to be a grave error on her part. A whoosh of air, and when (Y/n) looked up, Yor was up out of her seat and wobbling down the steps towards Loid.

“The most powerful witch in the world! Free from her keeper’s shackles,” Franky rolled with the change easily, “Go, Yorticia!”

“Oh no.” (Y/n) groaned. Wherever this was going it couldn’t possibly be good. She got to her feet and followed after Yor, but even drunk Yor was faster than her.

“Shit!” She hissed under her breath, quickening her pace as Yor threw a deadly kick at Loid’s head that he barely managed to escape with little more than a scratch. “Yor, that’s enough!”

If Yor heard her lover, she gave no indication, instead charging Loid again.

“Anyone who triiies t’ kinnnap Miss Anya, will not geh away alive!”

Yor then proceeded to beat the absolute stuffing out of Loid. All the while (Y/n) ran to catch up and tried to catch Yor’s attention. If she accidentally killed Loid that would be bad on so many levels!

Then by the grace of god, Yor pivoted harshly on the heel of her shoe, snapping it. The sudden detriment to her balance worked with her drunken state to send her crashing to the ground. (Y/n) only made it just in time to catch her head before it hit against the cobble stone.

“Is she alright?” Loid asked, sounding every bit as winded as he looked.

“Fell asleep. Finally.” (Y/n) breathed a sigh of relief. No one would have to die tonight.

“Scruffy scruffy scruff! And so the witch is back in the hands of the keeper! Good work getting this far, Loidman! But you won’t defeat me s—“

Loid smacked Franky none too gently in the face, sending the informant hurdling to the ground. He walked passed without a second glance and stopped in front of Anya and offered his hand, flushed with embarrassment at having to keep playing along.

“I’m here to rescue you, Princess Anya.” He mumbled.

“Papa!” Anya yelled excitedly, running up to hug him.

There was not a dry eye among his fellow spies as the fireworks were set off, signaling the end of the glorious chase.

(Y/n) watched the father-daughter duo talk from a distance, smiling warmly. They were so sweet! She looked down at Yor, snoring peacefully in her lap and brushed the sleeping woman’s bangs from her eyes before turning her attention back to the fireworks lighting up the sky.

(Y/n) sighed, she sure hoped Loid was strong, because she would need help carrying Yor into the plane. She was almost pure muscle. She heard Yor whine after a particularly loud boom, no doubt her head was already starting to ache. (Y/n) pressed her hands over Yor’s ears, doing her best to muffle the fireworks.

Yor snuggled closer and her hand came up to rest against one of (Y/n)’s, a peaceful smile appeared on her flushed face and (Y/n)’s eyes softened in return.

What a night it had been.

#spy family x reader #spy x family x reader #yor x reader #yor briar x reader #yor forger x reader #yor briar #yor forger

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tickletastic · 11 months

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Up and Up and Up and Up

Fandom: The Society

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Very very brief mentions of drug use, obsessive behaviour, and depression (implied bipolar)

Summary: Things are looking up for Harry, finally, so Kelly takes it upon herself to ensure that he’s smiling as much as he can in their new life.

Harry feels, almost for the first time in his life, that he may be in the clear. Like maybe, just maybe, he won’t have to worry about how he’s going to make it to tomorrow, or next week, or even maybe next month.

Before everything, before New Ham and mayoral elections and pill-popping, there had been his constant need for attention. His mother had never been much of a mom, but more of a stern, semi-regular presence in his house. He wasn’t good to her if he wasn’t making her look good, so he threw himself at school and sports and debate club, and subsequently, adderall, obsessive working out, and sleepless nights.

After, it was just him, his bed, and the uppers Campbell would give him, until the well ran dry and suddenly it was just him, his bed, and the incredibly interesting view provided to him by the peeling paint on his wall. After, it was month-long depressive episodes and getting his rations cut into half, and then a quarter, and then to almost nothing.

But now? Now he can sit patiently in the dirt and listen carefully while Grizz explains how their harvesting season will go. Now Gordie knows Harry’s family’s medical history and shows up at his doorstep each Monday with a week’s worth of mood-stabilisers. Now he has a codeword with Kelly when he’s having a really bad day and the two of them go for a long walk after she finds someone to cover their shifts. Now Harry has people that love him, and now he has the support he’s always believed he was unworthy of.

Now, though, as in right now this minute, Harry is running desperately, giggling, as Grizz and Allie are hot on his heels, Kelly laughing while she watches the chase.

“Kelly, you traitor!” He screams, managing to trap himself between the kitchen’s island and counters.

Allie stands on one side of the kitchen, Grizz on the other, and Harry calculates who would be easier to take on. The obvious answer is Allie, of course, but she’s not above playing dirty. Grizz, on the other hand, inches taller than Harry and much broader, would likely take him down in a second.

“Oho fuck,” Harry says, giggling in spite of himself at his current predicament. “Guys, don’t. I’m seherious.”

“Guys, don’t!” Allie mocks with her hands up, shaking her head, “I’m serious!”

The silliness in her action is enough to make Harry giggle harder, and he’s officially feeling the most embarrassed he’s ever been, face turning pink as he giggles in the corner like a little kid.

Grizz makes a move, faking Harry out, and Harry flinches back with a squeal. “Stohohop!”

The more the anticipation builds, the more he works himself up, giggling frantically and giving up hope of finding an escape.

Kelly appears in the kitchen’s entrance, smiling fondly at Harry, making the embarrassment even worse. “Why’d you have to tell them?”

“Don’t get all pouty,” she teases, “what if someone else had to cover my shift at the hospital one day and you needed a check-up? They would’ve found out eventually.”

“They don’t even work the hospital!” Harry shouts indignantly, “they wouldn’t have!” Harry hears Allie move and shifts to look in her direction, Grizz takes the opportunity and charges at him, grabbing him by the waist.

“No!” Harry screams as he’s tossed over Grizz’s shoulder, pounding his fists on Grizz’s back. “Kelly, help!”

“Sorry, Harry, but I have totally missed seeing you like this.”

Harry is tossed onto the couch, and within seconds Allie is looming over him, grinning menacingly down at him. “So Harry, where’s your worst spot?”

“What? Why would I- Ahahahallie nohohoho!” Harry squeals when Allie’s fingers touch down on his ribs, skittering and poking around every bone and space between them. Before he can grab Allie’s wrists, Grizz is taking both of Harry’s arms into one of his, raising them above his head. “Nohoho! Fuhuhuck yohohou!”

Allie gasps, putting on a disappointed face, “Harry, that’s so mean! Grizz is just trying to help me out, why would you say that?”

“Yeah, Harry. That really hurt my feelings,” Grizz teases, his free hand going to Harry’s neck. Instead of his shoulders scrunching to his ears, which had been the expected reaction, Harry throws his head back, snorting between his frantic giggles.

“That was adorable, Bingham. Do that again,” Grizz coos, repeating the fluttering movement over Harry’s collarbones.

“Grizz, nohoho!” Harry squeals, shaking his head from side to side. “Stahap that!”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Grizz laughs, putting a little more pressure in his movements.

“Ihihit tickles! Grihihizz, stahahap, ihihit tihihickles!” Harry chuckles, squirming in an attempt to release himself from his captors.

Grizz’s face breaks out into a fond grin, eyes sparkling as he watches Harry dissolve into hysterics. “That’s like, the whole entire point, I think.”

Harry can only respond with a shriek as Allie’s fingers slither up and under his arms, scratching and poking as Harry giggles himself silly.

Amidst his struggling, Harry makes eye contact with Kelly, who’s perched on the chair across the room, and sees the most sickeningly fond look on her face. It’s so endearing and sweet that he has to close his eyes and turn his head to avoid turning red, surrendering himself to Grizz and Allie’s torture.

His eyes don’t stay closed for very long, though, because not even a minute later Allie is pinching up and down Harry’s sides and he is thrown into hiccup-filled silent laughter, trying desperately to regain the use of his hands. Pulling as hard as he can in an attempt to release himself from Grizz.

“Aww, does wittle Harry have terribly ticklish sides?” Grizz coos, his hand slowly moving down Harry’s torso until they’re at his tummy. Harry practically screams, arching his back so hard that he almost throws both of them off.

“UHUHUNCLE!” Harry squeals, “PLEHEHASE! UHUHUHUNCLE!”

Grizz decides to show some mercy and frees Harry’s arms, while Allie moves from on top of him and lightens her touch, moving her fingers to Harry’s ribs, where he seemed to be less sensitive.

“Never thought I’d say anything this nice about Harry Bingham,” Allie starts, smiling while Harry giggles lightly at her touches, “but this is adorable.”

“Shuhut up!” Harry exclaims, batting at Allie’s hands.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” Allie says, rubbing away the tickles from Harry’s ribs. He squirms, whining quietly, “are you serious? Even this tickles?”

Harry turns, burying his reddening face in Grizz’s thigh, and Grizz just laughs, ruffling his curls. Harry mumbles something unintelligible, not once, but twice, refusing to repeat it loud enough for the other two to hear.

Allie sends Kelly a look and Kelly smiles back, nodding. “He wants to cuddle.”

“What?” Grizz asks incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.

“He couldn’t even ask for it when we were dating without turning red as a tomato,” Kelly laughs, “he wants to cuddle.”

Harry groans, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening ears.

“Well, Bingham, looks like you’re spending an afternoon with Grizz the Cuddle Monster,” Grizz grins, repositioning Harry by the waist so that Grizz’s body is wrapped around Harry’s. Harry flips over so his face is buried in Grizz’s chest while he tries to stop his still fiery blush.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to go to go visit Eden, but that was, and I will keep saying it just to see you blush, absolutely adorable,” Allie teases, tasering Harry in the side once more as she gets up. He bats her hands away, kicking out with a giggle.

“Goho away!” Harry says, moving further into Grizz.

“Whatever, whatever, see you guys after your little nap,” Allie laughs.

“I’m gonna get going too, I’ve got an hour’s worth of check-ups to complete,” Kelly says, “but I will be back later to join the cuddle pile.”

“Whatever you say,” Grizz laughs, wrapping an arm around Harry, the other playing with his hair.

It only takes Harry mere minutes of the peace to fall asleep, and he doubts he’ll go another sleepless night again now that he’s in the better part of the after, now that he’s living in the now.

#the society #harry bingham #allie pressman #grizz #kelly aldrich #ticklish!harry #ticklish!harrybingham #the society tickle fic

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mintsbubbletea · 1 month

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𝐀𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚 - 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 526

Contains: nudity, showering together, butt slapping, third person

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A/N: @slayfics oc! I think I’m gonna continue making little drabbles for Kansa and Asumis friendship 🫶🏻

It was midday when Kansa stepped into the shower to prepare for her date with Katsuki. The warm water cascaded over her toned body, washing away her fatigue as she tied her hair up. While she was scrubbing herself, a gentle knock sounded from the door, and Asumi's head popped in. "Kansa?" she called out. Kansa turned her head at the sound of her name and peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see a pair of pink eyes staring at her. She smirked playfully before responding, "Are you so in love with me that you're trying to sneak a peek?"

Asumi blushed and shook her head. "No!" she chuckled before entering the bathroom with her towel. "Can I join you in the shower? Denki will be here soon." It was a normal occurrence for the two of them, as they had little personal space between them since becoming close while living together. Kansa nodded as Asumi hung up her towel. "You already know the answer," she said with a smile as she returned to washing herself. Asumi undressed before pulling back the curtain and stepping in to join Kansa, making sure Kansa gave her some space under the water. Asumi let out a content sigh as the warm water enveloped her.

"Mi? Can you wash my back?" Kansa requested, handing Asumi her washcloth. Asumi swiftly took the washcloth and began washing Kansa's back as the door to their apartment swung open. "Babe!" Denki called out, removing his shoes. "In here!" Asumi responded, and Denki entered the bathroom where they were. "You said you were almost finished," he complained, leaning against the wall without realizing Kansa was also in the shower.

"I got so engrossed in the show I was watching. I couldn't stop clicking the 'next episode' button. Sorry," she giggled. "Well, hurry up. I want to get boba," he whined. "Is he always this whiny?" Kansa asked, to which Asumi nodded and laughed. "All the time."

Denki was taken aback by the new voice. "Wait, are you showering with Kansa?" he asked in surprise. "Maybe," Asumi giggled as Kansa peeked her head out. "You jealous?" she smirked, before Katsuki's voice interrupted. "Why are you in the bathroom while my girl is showering, dunce face?" Katsuki questioned, standing behind Denki. "Why is your girl showering with mine?" Denki inquired, as Asumi also popped her head out. "Hey Katsuki," she waved.

Realizing that this situation was just another one of their bizarre antics, Katsuki rubbed his temple in frustration. "Why are they… I'm not even gonna ask," he muttered, knowing that these two were always up to something strange. Kansa explained, "There's only one shower, I was in it and Asumi needed to shower, so we're sharing." She playfully slapped Asumi's ass, causing a loud sound to echo in the bathroom and making Asumi squeak in surprise. "Owww," Asumi whined, rubbing her cheek. "Let's let them finish so we can finally go out," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes as he started to leave. Denki couldn't resist teasing, "What if I join you guys?" The other three immediately shut him down, all saying in unison, "No!"

tags: @slayfics lmk if you wanna be added��

#mha fanfiction #mha #my hero academia #mintsbubbletea #bakugou katsuki #denki kaminari #bnha bakugou #bnha denki #bnha #bnha oc #asumi tachibana

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dontfeeltoohot · 11 months

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hey i’ve been on SUCH a house kick lately!! would you mind writing something with chase + allergies if possible? ty so much in advance & i really hope you have a great day/night and that you’re taking care of yourself!!

I have too! It had been a few months since I rewatched so I started again. I went to s4 first whoops lol, but am on s5 right now and ugh Chase with his longest hair is so 😍

Set during season 4 (which gets so little love bc he’s in it the least amount of time through out the series), when House is determining a new team. It’s basically just a rewrite of a scene in episode 3! Enjoy!

(And thank you! I hope you’re doing well too Sunday!!)

XXX

As Amber is talking to him; wanting him to help her run tests even though she’s been technically fired, the air around the two doctors becomes heavy with whatever perfume the woman is wearing. It’s decidedly floral and strong, strong enough that Chase wrinkles his nose, the scent making his eyes water.

“You’d have to run a blood test for anti-centromere antibodies,” he points out, rubbing his knuckles against his nose, watching the blonde with curiosity.

“Would you mind running the labs.”

Ha. She thought he’d be that easy.

Wrong.

“You can’t.”

“Well I can, but…”

“No, I was makihhng a statement,” Chase shakes his head, a buzz making itself known in his sinuses. “You’ve been fired, so you no longer have lab privileges-“ he breaks off to sniffle, nostrils twitching at the suffocating perfume in the air.

“You’re coming here to con a favor to sahhve y-you’re job,” he rubs at his right eye, sniffling again. “Sorry, I’m not working for him anymore, but he can still make my life miserable.”

Turning quickly, he tries his hardest to move away, both from the doctor and her perfume, the itchy feeling in his head still growing. He does, he gets four steps down the hallway when Amber speaks up.

“You have a chance to make his life miserable.”

Damn it. He can’t help but turn around, jumping slightly at how close she is.

“I’m insulted. You conned Cameron by appealing to her humanity.”

As he speaks, his nostrils twitch again, and he can feel the need to sneeze growing stronger. He presses his knuckles to his nose, trying to put off the inevitable.

“I told her what she wanted to hear.”

“Ahhhnd you t-told me what you thought I wanted to h-hear…” he trails off, eyes unfocusing and brows knitting together as the feeling crests.

“hh-IhGKtsch!! eihHtCHuh! snf! heh-iiKTSchUH!”

Chase manages to grab the neck of his white undershirt and pull it up while angling his head down enough to aim the half-stifled sneezes against his chest. They don’t do much to help the overwhelming ticklish feeling now crawling in his sinuses, but it feels good to get at the feeling even a little. He sniffles again and straightens back up, fixing his blonde hair that’s flopped into his face.

“Bless you.”

Chase shrugs in acknowledgement and then looks her up and down.

“I cannot believe he f-fired…” he stutters, turning to the side to yet again snap his face under his scrubs and shirt.

“hehIKStCHuh! iiGKshhuh! huh’IKXSHuh! God, s-sorry…” the sniffle he gives is wet and makes the other doctor grimace, though he doesn’t blame her.

Face itchy and eyes watery, Chase scrubs at his face until his still twitching nose is pink and his eyelashes are wet.

“Go draw his blood, meet you in the lab when i’mb done here.”

They look at each other a moment and then she nods, a devious smile replacing her slight pout.

“Maybe pop a pill before we’re in close proximity of each other again, House will know.”

“Or maybe you should wipe some of your god awful perfume off- hih’tschh’uh!”

The sneeze sneaks up on him and he barely has time to turn away, sneezing freely into the air and wrinkling his nose. Gross.

“Is this why Cameron smells like coconut and not flowers like I expected?”

“Go draw the damn blood.”

The woman walks away and Chase heads to the surgeons lounge to find his bag and down some Benadryl, blowing his nose and splashing cold water in his face before begrudgingly going to help the woman he secretly hopes House hires. She gets things done that’s for sure.

#paging doctor chase #my fic

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obsessedasusual · 10 months

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I have thoughts on Mayans season 5….

Spoilers below! No one asked for this but read at your own risk😅

OKAY!! This is gonna be a lot of ramblings…

1. GILLY!! Where you at?!? I feel like last season we had him with so much screen time that this season… I was just so confused, we hardly saw the dude!

2. Bishop… another with hardly any screen time?!?! He went from being president, to hardly saying a word each episode. Don’t get me wrong, I hated him last season but at least he was there! And the whole thing with his new lady holyyyyyyy… I do like how he took his seat back at the end though… that felt right for me😅

3. While we’re on characters with no screen time… my baby Nestor😭😭 we have such an interesting background story with his past with the cartel… and we’re forced to see him serving drinks in the background- not a word to be spoken😭 I really wish we had an interaction between him and Miguel… I’ve played that scene out in my head so many times I’m telling you…

4. BOTTLES I LOVE YOU TIL THE END

5. Honestly… I was NOT expecting my favourite character this season to be ANGEL REYES?!?! He went from so far down my list of faves to number 1!!!! I’m so happy he managed to get away from everything…. But the whole ‘stab your brother for us dude’ thing was ROUGH to watch. I was in TEARS FAM!!! And the blacked out tats at the end?? GREAT frame to end the series on!!!!

6. EZ… I’m sorry but I never liked you boy byeeeeee✌🏽

7. #bringbackpop that tore my freaking heart out I kid you not I was a wreck. I was so sure he was gonna live😭

8. Emily- had my doubts but pop off sis!! Glad you finally sorted it out for you and your boy🥹 NOW RUN.

9. Letty… I love her but her storyline did nothing for me this season. I feel like she should’ve left😅 Hope too!! But I was sad when she 🚚🚚😬

10. The whole Sons thing…….. listen. After all we’ve watched over the last season, I was expecting BIG THINGS. HUGE!! And we got… nothing?? Izaak was dead and gone within the first 20minutes of the finale?? It just sort of fell flat for me! Glad he’s gone tho..

11. Marcus - eh. I love him but sort of feel like his story wasn’t needed this season. It was nice to see him have a happy ending but… I dunno!

12. And we can’t forget how it ended for the remaining members!!! Wow! Not gonna lie…. I really like that!! It just satisfied something in me, as much as I loved these guys😅😅 do we think they all 💀💀 or some lived??

Given everything… I’m not mad at the final episode! The season as a whole, I’m not thrilled about but I can deal with the show ending like this!! I think (and I’m obviously not a show writer😅😅) there were too many storylines created in the last season and there wasn’t enough time this season to see them all through. And that sucks😭

I have so many thoughts I’m still trying to process so bear with me😂

#mayans mc #sons of anarchy #mayans mc spoilers #mayans season 5 #mayans season 5 spoilers #ez reyes #angel reyes #bishop losa

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parisian-nicole · 1 year

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GarVez Ficlet: Don't Ever Do That Again!

Author: Parisian Nicole

Rating: K

Summary: My take on what happens after Season 16’s Mid-Season cliffhanger Episode 5: Oedipus Wrecks.

*****

It had been an intense couple of moments that had felt like hours to them all, while they all stood silently watching the distorted screen filled with white fuzziness and a static sound. Now, they all waited anxiously at the elevator doors, none of them fully convinced the situation was over yet. Until the ding of the door resounded a second before the doors opened, and then sighs of relief and gasps of surprise filled the space. Finally, a dirty and slightly bruised JJ and Luke exited the elevator.

“Oh my God,” Garcia was the first in the group to move and she carefully pulled JJ into her embrace while the others focused on Alvez. “Are you okay?” Garcia asked her closest friend of all of them. “What do you need, what can I do for you?” She continued as she coddled JJ who smiled at her kindly as she pulled from their hug.

“I’m fine, Penelope,” JJ said as Prentiss and Tara stepped up now to get in a hug. “I just need to soak in a very hot bath for a couple of days.”

“And you’ve got it,” Prentiss chimed in as she now hugged JJ. “Deputy Director Bailey has already approved for all of us to take the rest of the week off, barring that no new Sicarius-related killings pop up.”

“I don’t think there will be any for a short time,” Rossi spoke out from where he stood next to Luke, with his left hand resting upon Luke’s right shoulder. “This fucker set this all up and he probably won’t make any new moves or have his minions make any moves until he knows how it all played out.”

“Yeah, and we’ve got the site locked down tight. So, we’ll have media silence on it at least until Monday,” Tara said. “So, we’ll have a three-day weekend.”

“And I want you two to use that time to get much needed rest,” Prentiss said. “Maybe it would have been a good idea to go to the hospital,” She added on.

“No,” Luke finally spoke as he shifted his eyes from Garcia’s back which she had kept to him the entire time, and looked at Prentiss. “With the new surge in Covid cases, the local hospitals are overwhelmed again. Besides, the EMTs checked us out on the scene and they didn’t think we needed to go to the hospital even though they did offer.”

“Understood, but if you guys feel any negative effects or changes in your body…” Prentiss threw out and Both Luke and JJ nodded their understanding as JJ cut off her words.

“We will definitely get checked out,” JJ affirmed.

“Good, well let’s pack up and get the hell out of here. I think we’ve all had enough excitement for today,” Rossi spoke out again as he gently smacked Luke’s back and started to head to his office. Luke didn’t readily move to his desk but stepped to where Garcia stood with her back still to him.

“Hey,” Luke called out to Penelope before she could walk off and he noticed her shoulders lift a little and grow rigid, just before she finally turned to face him, though she couldn’t seem to look him directly in his eyes.

“Hey,” She responded. “Any major damage?” She asked him in a snippy tone that made him smile a little.

“Mostly to my clothes and gear,” He replied as he reached his right hand up and placed it in his hair and then brushed out some remaining dirt and debris.

“Good, but next time answer the damn comm faster, Newbie!” She practically hissed out as she finally locked wet, red, angry eyes onto him, and then she stomped away back to her office. A shocked Alvez stood there staring at her retreating back completely baffled by her cold words and behavior. When he noticed Rossi step back to where he stood, him having witnessed the moment, Luke turned to face the older man.

“What the hell did I do now?” Luke questioned.

“You died,” Rossi answered and Luke scowled over at the man. “At least that’s what it felt like for those few seconds when you weren’t answering your comm. Go after her, and tell her you’re sorry.”

“Seriously?” Luke said with a huff. “I nearly died and I’m supposed to apologize?”

“Exactly,” Rossi replied with a crooked smile. “Look Kid, she got really scared and she is mad about it. Yeah, she knows that it wasn’t anything you did to cause it but you’re all that’s tangible for her to lash out at.”

“Then why does JJ get the hugs and coddling and I get the angry words and cold shoulder?” Luke asked.

“Why were you pissed at Penelope earlier today when you saw her, Tyler Green, and the kitten smiling, and seemingly working together so amicably?” Rossi now questioned him.

“I wasn’t jeal-” Luke began to deny it but knew it was a moot point with Rossi. “Well, I thought she hated the guy,” He said as he frowned a bit in anger as he thought about it. “And he just gives her a kitten and all is forgiven and they’re bosom buddies, just like that?”

“Yeah, I gave Tyler the idea and it worked,” Rossi said and then chuckled a little as he could see the look of betrayal Luke was shooting at him. “Hey, I gave you the same exact advice years ago to help you make peace with Penelope. And as I recall you laughed it off and said you’d just win her over with your charming personality. Well, how’s that going? Look, you were pissed at her earlier because you were jealous, and you were jealous because you’re crazy in love with her,” Rossi said this and then paused to see if Luke would protest his words but when Luke simply dropped his eyes to the floor Rossi went on. “She’s crazy about you too, son, and that’s why the thought of ‘you’ dying today has upset her so much. Yes, had JJ died it would have hurt her deeply, but had it been you … the man she is in love with and who is in love with her… but you’re both too fucking stubborn to admit how you feel to each other, that would have been a devastating loss for her. So, please take my advice this time, and go apologize to her.”

*****

“Penelope,” He called out to her as he opened the door to her office and found her huddled at her desk with her head down, but she quickly shot it up and started wiping at her face. He quietly closed the door behind him and moved to stand a couple of steps behind her chair.

“Geez, when did not knocking become a thing with you?” She grumbled out and he could hear in her voice that she had been crying. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” Luke replied and he saw her shudder a little at the words. “I am so sorry that I scared you, Penelope,” He continued as he suddenly realized this was cathartic for him as well as her. “I was scared too, you know?” He tacked on and she nodded her head a little because she was sure he was likely terrified he was going to die at that moment. “But I wasn’t scared of dying,” He said as she frowned up in confusion while she purposely kept her back to him but still listened intensely. “Even though it all happened so fast, it felt like everything was moving in slow mode, and my body was moving on autopilot as I raced out of there. But in my mind, all I was thinking about was you,” She turned her head slightly toward him and he could now see the fat tears drop from her eyes. “I kept thinking, will Penelope be okay? Will Penelope hate me even more now?” These words made her swivel in her chair a little to look at him and even with running make-up, puffy, red, blood-shot eyes, and a red blotched face all from her crying, Luke still thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, inside and out.

“Luke, I,” She began to speak and tell him he was wrong and that she didn’t hate him and in fact, what she felt toward him was far from hate, but he continued his words and ended hers.

“But mostly I thought, my God, now Penelope will never know how much I love her. That I am in love with her. She will never know how I often dream about having a life with her, about marrying her and having children with her,” Luke finally confessed what he truly felt in his heart and Penelope’s face crumbled and her tears pour from her eyes under the weight of what she was hearing. He turned her chair fully until she was facing him, reached down and grasped both of her shoulders, and then pulled her from her seat. She complied easily with his administration and stepped into his warm and welcoming embrace. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and sniffled against his muscular chest. Luke cradled her against him snuggly while he closed his eyes, breathed her in, and placed soft kisses in her hair. “I’m sorry,” He said again and Penelope lifted her head until they were looking at each other.

“I’m sorry too,” She said as she sniffed back more tears. She was sure she looked a mess but she was so happy to learn of his feelings for her that she didn’t care about anything else. And the love she could now clearly see in his eyes directed at her filled her with courage. “And I love you too Luke, and I have those same exact dreams about you.”

“Yeah?” He questioned with a big smile as his own tears now wet his eyes, and he sniffed them back down.

“Yeah,” She confirmed with a smile as she nodded her head. “I just never thought those dreams could ever come true for us.”

“If we both want them to, we can make them come true, Penelope,” Luke spoke gently as he leaned his head forward until his forehead rested on hers. “And I want them so fucking bad, how about you?”

“Yes, I do too,” She agreed and a joyous smile spread around both their faces, and then they sealed the moment with a kiss. After a few seconds of them being blissfully lost in their kiss she pulled from it, fisted his shirt in her hands and glared up at him. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” Penelope commanded and in reply Luke only cast her a kind smile, because they both knew that was something in their line of work, he couldn’t promise her.

“I’ll try my best not to,” He finally spoke and that was good enough for her, and she pulled him into another kiss.

*****

The End

#garvez #garvez fanfiction #garvez fic #garvezfan #garcia x luke #penelope x luke #penelope garcia #luke alvez #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction

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Nickelodeon Universe was bathed in a warm glow as the morning sun beamed through one of the park’s massive skylights. Ride operators had just arrived at the scene, preparing the park for its opening later that day.

Sandy was lying next to the bottom of a Paw Patrol-themed slide, typing away at their phone.

Slime Streak tumbled down the slide, head-first.

“Sandy!!! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Me neither, but I guess there was something inside of me that wanted “outside”...or as “outside” as a playground structure can be”.

“Yeah, we can’t really be “outside” when our park is in a big building. Plus, outside here is basically just…swampland. Also, the Metlife Stadium”.

Slime Streak begins scooting back.

“Slime Streak, what are you doing?”

“Going up the slide!”

“...backwards?”

“Yeah”.

Sandy lifts their thumb off their phone, glancing up.

“Just don’t hurt yourself, ok?”

“Okie!!”

Sandy returns to their digital document, a work-in-progress draft of their next Spongebob Squarepants episode review.

[“...If you’re new to the sponge-blog, you might’ve been interested in BassWard because it went sorta viral in the cartoon community, on account of it being the only episode so far to NOT feature Spongebob. After watching the episode myself…yep, he’s not there! Since I’m assuming that you new people are familiar enough with the show, then you know that Spongebob and Squidward are typically paired together due to their opposing personalities/interests/goals. Well, this episode swaps the sponge for Bubble Bass, everyone’s favorite used-to-be-a-one-off character…”]

Simultaneously, Sandy was also listening to Slime Streak.

“So I’ve learned some stuff about Great Adventure because I’ve been hanging out with Lil’ Devil so much. You know how Flash is gonna be there next year, right? Well, there’s some big meeting the humans of Great Adventure have to attend on the 18th. I dunno what exactly’s gonna happen, but if the town-humans like it, it means that the park can build Flash!”

“Weren’t they building Flash already?”

“Not really. It’s mostly dirt right now. The park-humans can’t do their thing until the town-humans approve the stuff”.

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, there’s like…plans. Blueprints. They have to show the town-humans the blueprints first”.

Slime Streak came tumbling down, now shoe-first.

“Oh, and how’s the review going?”

“Good, I guess. Kind of hard to judge it when it’s only an introduction”.

“I’m sure they’re gonna love it!”

Slime Streak crawled back into the slide.

“I really hope Flash gets built, Sandy. They apparently were gonna be in China, but the original park didn’t want them. It’s sad, but a good thing that Great Adventure is giving them a home. It’s like they adopted a puppy!”

“I’d say it’s more like adopting a human, Slime Streak”.

“Oh yeah…right! Sorry, I had puppies on the brain ‘cuz we’re surrounded by Paw Patrol. Great Adventure gave Flash a new home AND a new family! Plus it’s the 50th anniversary so it’s EXTRA special!”

Popping out of the entrance, Slime Streak looked beyond the mesh that kept rowdy kids (like her) from going out towards the edge of the tower.

“Flash’ll be right next to the entrance, so the humans are gonna be scanning their tickets while they hear--”

Slime Streak was stopped in her tracks.

“...that. That! THAT!”

Hurling herself down the slide, NSS yelled at the top of her lungs;

“SANDY!!!! YOUR COASTER IS TESTING!!!”

“...what?”

Sandy felt something tugging on their arm.

“IT’S TESTING!!! COME ON!!”

“Okay, okay…”

Sandy gave a half-hearted shuffle towards the playground’s exit.

“YOU’RE NOT BEING FAST ENOUGH!”

Suddenly, Sandy was knocked off their feet, landing what seemed to be a pile of Nickelodeon's trademark green slime.

“Aw, come on! You know I don’t like the stickiness this leaves on my clothes…”

Sandy’s objections couldn’t stop them from being pulled forward, screaming in surprise.

Given that a sentient pile of slime was an…odd form of transportation, all Sandy could focus on was how close to the “edge” they were-- the last thing they needed was to faceplant.

“I can’t believe you’re doing thiiiiiis!”

Sandy was suddenly swung around, the slime mimicking how a skier would stop.

“...are we done…?”

There was a pause.

Sandy gingerly stepped off the blob-- which quickly formed back into Slime Streak.

“That was fun!”

“For you, maybe…”

“Well I kind of had to, Sandy. You might’ve not believed me if I didn’t take you here…”

“I mean, I guess I don’t entirely not believe you, but I didn’t hear any--”

Right on cue, a train was launched out of the station.

“...thing”.

“See? SEE?”

“I do! I do…”

Slime Streak grabbed one of her hair “tentacles”, looking up at their older-sibling-figure with nervousness.

“You don’t sound happy about it…”

Sandy looked down at her, then turned their head away.

“It’s just that…how long will this last?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long will my coaster operate before it goes down again?”

“It’s not gonna happen, Sandy”.

“Why do you think that is?”

“...because it’s Christmas”.

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

“But it’s almost Christmas. Humans like going to the mall near Christmas time, ‘cuz they gotta get gifts for everyone. The park wants your coaster to be open because there’s gonna be lots of people here!”

“It has been a bit busy these past few days…”

“Yeah…”

“...and students will get time off between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day…”

“...Yeah…”

“...so there’s gonna be even more people at Nickelodeon Universe!”

“...YEAH! It’s gonna be great, Sandy!”

“I guess it will. Though now that my coaster’s open, they should open Shellraiser’s too”.

“Uhmmm, I don’t know about that…I kind of like having Shredder and Timmy in charge!”

“C’mon Slime Streak…”

“I was just joking! Shellraiser should get the chance to be happier too!”

“It would stop him from being so worried about what Takabisha thinks…”

“Speaking of New Year’s, humans like to talk about their “resolutions”. Never done it before, but my resolution is to learn more songs on my ukulele. What about you, Sandy?”

“I think I’d like to…change my outlook on life”.

Their footsteps echoed with each step, keeping a steady pace as the others followed behind.

“Please don’t hide away in your room again!”, Slime Streak yelled out.

“You are going to get through this, as you have before…” Shellraiser’s coaster had finally reopened after months of downtime, just in time for New Year’s Day— and this was one of the only things that could’ve halted his relief.

Sandy kept running, drowning out the noise produced by their parkmates.

“It’s only a few days!” Shredder added.

That sentence stopped Sandy in their tracks.

“A few days…a few DAYS?! WE ALL KNOW THAT IT’S NOT GOING TO BE A FEW DAYS!” Tears were streaming down their face.

“However long it takes, we will be here for you— you just have to trust us!”

“SHUT IT, SHELLRAISER!”

Sandy used their launch powers to pull them right to their charging station, with Shellraiser just barely missing them before they hooked themselves up.

“Just listen to me, Sandy!”

“No…listen to me”, Sandy said through haggard breaths. “When I woke up today, I thought that this year would be different, that my troubles were over. That maybe I was wrong to be so down on myself”.

“BUT I GUESS I’M JUST A STUPID KID WHO GOT THEIR HOPES UP”!

A barrier was beginning to form around them.

“…unless the park is demolishing my coaster, don’t wake me up. I’m done trying to care about my future”.

The barrier was now covering Sandy’s entire body— and so began their hibernation.

Slime Streak broke down into tears, unable to understand why Sandy had seemingly abandoned them.

“Hey, hey…I’ve got you”. Timmy had swooped in to comfort the smaller Coasterdroid.

A look of horror was plastered on Shredder’s face; “Oh my god…I’m an idiot! I can’t believe I said that to them! Now they’ve shut themselves away, and it’s all my fault…”

“You are not to blame for this. None of us are”.

Interrupting her regret was Shellraiser.

“This is their fault”.

“…I don’t think we should be blaming Sandy for this”.

“I’m not referring to Sandy”.

Clouds hung overhead, depriving Nickelodeon Universe of natural sunlight. Shellraiser pointed at the large display located at the front of the park’s entrance.

“It’s THEIR fault”.

#techystory #techycharacters #techyocsandysbb #techyocnickss #techyocshredder #techyocshellraiser #techyoctimmy #(another story intended to be done last month)#(as of today the ride is down for ‘maintenance’ and has been since jan 1st)#(hence the sudden shift in tone towards the end)#(supposedly SBB will re-open tomorrow but nick u has a tendency to push back the date)

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on.

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. ��I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Announcements ~ BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

GENRE: fluffy, bundles and bundles of fluff for Chris

PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader

A/N: I know it’s on the shorter side I’m really sorry! I hope that this is okay for you cutie pie

Looking around Chan's small studio room you smiled to yourself, the boy was trying to do his best to make the room look special. It was the 200th episode of Channie's room and also your anniversary together. Two years of your lives spent together with many more to come in the future.

"I told you I didn't want you to make the episode about us," You told him as you walked into the room carrying two hot chocolates and a small box of chocolates for Chan himself. The two of you had already celebrated your anniversary back at the dorms with breakfast in bed. Courtesy of Felix who had been up since 4 am cooking.

"We're announcing that we're together babe, I want to make it special." He jumped down from the sofa and stood in front of you, your whole body ached to kiss him but you held back. The two of you had to keep the PDA to a minimum, you never knew who could be walking around the halls with a video camera. You'd already been caught in the back of one of Changbin's vlogs and got a warning for JYP about it.

"Banners, cake, and a golden rose for stay." He said as he held up a golden rose he'd gotten from the store the night before.

One of the many things you loved about Chan was how much he truly cared about STAY and those around him, it was amazing to see someone so happy about spending time with his fans. His dorky self would do anything to make sure everyone around him was happy, including those he could only reach through the screen.

"Looks perfect," You smiled looking up at the banner he'd made the night before with Jeongin. It was a homemade bunting banner with "200 episodes with Stay!" written out on the bunting.

"They'll love it," You whispered as he pulled you into a side hug, kissing the top of your head as he tried to calm himself down. He wasn't nervous about going online he was nervous about what the episode was going to be about.

The dating ban had been lifted and the PR team had given him the all-clear to announce your relationship to the world. Chan being who he was wanted to announce it in Chan's room before any news outlets got the story, he wanted to let Stay know personally.

"You know we don't have to if you're not ready," You reminded him when you could feel just how fast his heart was racing against his chest.

"I want to...They already know you." You nodded at him as he sat down in his chair, getting the camera and computer ready to play the songs he had lined up. Stay had known you as nothing more than a friend to Chan, though some of them had speculated the two of you were together. You'd been seen all over Seoul together by fans and paparazzi.

Gone days began to play through the speakers and you headed out of the room, you knew he would wait a little while before mentioning it.

"Hello, welcome back to Chans room Episode 200!!" He announced as he excitedly pointed at the banner behind him making his heart swell. Even from another room, you could sense just how happy he was, moving around on his chair and doing the small happy dance he did.

"Today we will have a special guest joining me which is why I am so early today," He began clicking through his laptop and then stared back at the camera reading some of the comments.

"Special guest Ryan-Hyung?" He laughed shaking his head as he continued to see if anyone was guessing your name but so far no one had guessed it.

"It's going to be a serious guest, I need everyone to be on their best behavior," He warned as he clicked onto a song on his laptop, the music beginning to flood the room as you groaned. It was YOUR song, the song you had together that he would play whenever he had the chance. Giving terrible hints to Stay that they would never get because they didn't know you personally.

Time passed until he finally thought it was time, he'd text you while a song was playing and you headed to the door of the studio waiting for your cue. Watching him as he began to speak in Korean, quickly switching to English to translate what he had said.

"So you know the special guest already but there is a reason they're extra special today," He gestured you to walk inside so you stepped just outside of the camera view, waving your hand in front of it as you held back a giggle so they wouldn't know it was you.

"No, it's not any of the twice girls." He laughed softly staring through the comments watching as your name began to pop up a few times and then a few more until it flooded the chat.

"Hi!" You called out as you sat down on the sofa behind Chan, waving a little nervously at the camera as you knew that now it was going to take a turn for the worst or the best.

"As you all know Y/n is one of my best friends," He looked at you and smiled before looking back at the camera.

"You also know that the dating ban is up and I finally feel confident in telling you guys about me and Y/n." With that Chan took your hand in his, squeezing it softly to reassure you that he was still there with you.

"Y/n and I have been together for two years...Today which is what makes this 200th episode extra special." Another reassuring squeeze and you squeezed him back, knowing he needed someone to feel grounded almost as much as you did.

"I know it's probably coming as a shock but-" He stopped speaking as he read through the comments, turning a bright red as he saw some of them talking about how they already knew. That it had been obvious to some fans and come as a complete shock to others. "Happy Anniversary" was being spammed in the chat as well as hundreds of questions about the two of you together.

That was how the rest of the episode was spent, the two of you sitting listening to songs while answering any questions that Stay had for you. Most of them were happy for you but there were, of course, some there were upset but you and Chan focused on the good.

"I told you everything would be okay." He chuckled when the live ended and he laid on top of you on the sofa making you whine that was going to crush your insides.

"Chriiissss!" You cried out as he continued to roll around on top of you, wiggling a little as he kissed the top of your head.

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ladybugout-au · 3 years

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Dear. GOD. After seeing Furious Fu, I would honestly love to see LBO!Marinette just chewing out Su-Han for all his canon-to-fic BULLSHIT. Like, I know you’ve already got a plan to incorporate Feast into LBO, which I’m super excited for, so this asshole showing up with all his nonsense after the new Team Miraculous is set, hell maybe even after they’ve already retrieved the Butterfly and the Peacock, and watching Marinette (and possibly Fu since he has the memories to stand up for himself) tear this dude a new one would really be the cherry on top of an already awesome fic. Sorry to rant in your inbox lol but the new episode just made me so. ANGRY.

In the lounge room of the Liberty, everyone jumped as they heard a noise from up above deck, as if something heavy had fallen or been dropped. Marinette briefly pulled away from Luka’s hold, staring up at the ceiling and wondering aloud, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Juleka admitted, exchanging concerned looks with Rose.

“That definitely wasn’t Mom,” Luka noted with a tilt of his head.

Pounding footsteps followed, making it clear that a person had clearly gotten on the houseboat without the gangplank being there.

Nino jolted on alert, turning to Duusu with a hushed whisper. “Hide!”

“All of you,” Kagami began, standing up and looking around vaguely at every kwami. “get out of sight.”

The kwami, breaking out of their trance after the brief scare, scattered in every direction to find their own individual hiding places, some choosing to hide with their respective holder and others preferring to hide behind or inside objects. Ivan went into his usual protective mode, wrapping an arm around Mylene while she clung to him.

Marinette stood up, rushing over to the table and picking up the Miracle Box to stow it away. She looked around, then dashed for the microwave and stored the box inside.

She shut the door just in time for the intruder to descend from the staircase: an old man, dressed in Chinese garb and carrying a strange mystical-looking staff. He had a stern expression, his brows knitted together as he scanned the room like none of them were even there. He raised his staff, his gaze eventually locking on the microwave the Marinette was standing near.

Without a word, he pushed Marinette aside, earning an offended, “Excuse me—hey!” from her as he grabbed the microwave door and tugged it. When that did little more than jostle the microwave itself, he tried blindly tampering with the buttons to no avail.

Marinette slapped his wrist away, standing with all her pride as guardian as she asked, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

He glared at her in response. “Young lady, I demand you open your magical sealing chamber and return what’s rightfully mine!”

She blanked, the words catching her completely off-guard. This guy thought their microwave was a magical sealing chamber?

In response, Marinette gave a brief glance to the others, who were all looking back at her with equally puzzled expressions, any tension from before completely gone.

An unspoken question echoed throughout the room: Is he for real?

Before Marinette could ask any further, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot, flying over and explaining, “Marinette, I know who this is! This is great master Su-Han, the guardian of the Miracle Box!”

Marinette raised a brow skeptically. “But I’m the guardian?”

“He was responsible for the box before the incident that Master Fu caused,” she corrected.

Su-Han looked down at Marinette condescendingly. “So you are the current holder of the box.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed unapologetically. She gave a side-glance to Luka and the others, seeing that they were prepared to stand up and fight for her, but she gave a subtle gesture to let them know that it wasn’t necessary. Resolving to deal with Su-Han herself, she faced him again. “How did you find us?”

He held out his staff, the jewel on it mere centimeters from her face. “Guardian scepters are equipped with compasses that can find their Miracle Box at any given time.”

“In case you lose it?” Marinette blurted out, but didn’t apologize or try to take it back.

“Insolent!” Su-Han gasped. “You are not even a proper guardian. I can tell that this box hasn’t even been properly passed down to you!”

“Because Master Fu gave it to me,” she explained, “and we agreed that he should keep his memories.”

“Fu?” Su-Han echoed. “You mean Wang Fu? Chicken legs?”

Is this guy five? Marinette wondered.

Orikko popped out from their hiding place, waving a paw at Su-Han as if in warning. “I take offense to that!”

Su-Han glared at Orikko at the comment, and Orikko quickly ducked back down. Turning his attention back to Marinette, he continued, “Wang Fu is a student who wasn’t even able to fast for a day, nor do a thousand finger-pushups. He was never a rightful guardian, and he failed to fulfill the hope we’d seen in him.”

“Master Fu may have made mistakes, but he’s done his best to make up for all of them!” she argued. “He protected the box for over one hundred years and it’s because of his choices that our team was able to defeat Hawk Moth!”

“Team?” Su-Han asked, his face scrunching up as if he were piecing something together.

“Yes!”

Marinette gestured to her boyfriend and friends for emphasis. Luka, Ivan, Kagami, and Juleka stood while Rose and Nino pinched and stretched their shirts to show off their respective miraculouses.

“Children?” Su-Han gaped. Glaring at Marinette, as if she had personally given out the miraculouses herself, he declared, “Children are never meant to hold miraculouses, especially from the first and most powerful Miracle Box! Kwami are extremely powerful, cosmic creatures!”

A voice piped up from across the room. “Y-you say that, but—!”

Marinette and Su-Han turned to look at Nooroo, who had peeked out from behind Rose’s shoulder. He breathed up, seeming to gain some confidence, then floated out to the center of the room.

“They saved me and Duusu from the hands of evil! We would still be in Gabriel’s clutches if not for them!”

“What?” Su-Han asked. Just when Marinette thought they might be getting somewhere, he turned back to her and accused, “The peacock and butterfly were lost?!”

“Fu lost them when he was escaping the temple,” Marinette explained, a mixture between unphased and annoyed at the man’s outbursts, “but we got them back and everything’s okay now.”

Luka chimed in from his place near the couch, “Marinette has been an incredible leader, as both Ladybug and the guardian.”

She smiled at him in thanks, but Su-Han was clearly focused on anything but the positives.

“Ladybug? You’re even wearing a miraculous?! Guardians aren’t meant to hold miraculouses!” he said, throwing his arms out for effect.

“What—why?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Instead of answering her, Su-Han pulled out a book, shoving it pointedly towards her with the cover facing downwards in his palm. “Let me remind you of a few important rules you’ve violated.” He flipped through a few pages, then pointed at one of them. “Rule fourteen: Kwami must not live outside of the box.” He flipped through a few more. “Rule fifty-two: Guardians must never lose a miraculous. “He flipped to a page near the end. “Rule one hundred and thirty-three: Guardians must never, under any circumstances, wear a miraculous.”

“Master Fu wore a miraculous,” she argued, having never heard of any such rule from him.

“And that proves exactly what I’m talking about!” Su-Han retorted. “Neither you nor Fu are capable guardians because neither of you have respected the rules of the order!”

“...”

When Marinette initially imagined the Order of the Guardians and the people who ran it, this was not what she’d pictured. She had pictured zen and calm, not belligerent and immovable. She was reminded vaguely of her grandfather when she first met him, and that wasn’t a good thing.

She tossed another gaze at everyone, who gave her the same look and nod in response: let him have it.

“Young lady, I’ll repeat myself once,” Su-Han warned. “Return the Miracle Box and the miraculouses to me before--”

Marinette grabbed the book out of his hand, shut it with a satisfying “clap,” then set it back in his hand. “No.“

“What did you say?” he asked, aghast that she would speak to him that way.

“I said no.” Marinette advanced on him, the sheer force of her presence making him take a step back. “Now let me remind you about everything you must’ve missed this whole time.”

She raised a finger at him, raising additional fingers as she went on. “One: You intruded on my boyfriend’s house without any sort of permission. If you’d actually called out to us, we might’ve actually been willing to come out and listen to what you had to say. Two: You wouldn’t have even been able to be here in the first place if not for me using Miraculous Ladybug after our team took down Feast, which you weren’t able to do. Three: We aren’t children, we’re teenagers, and the fact that you can’t tell the difference or bother learning what technology is shows that I shouldn’t trust you with the Miracle Box even if you had a right to it. Four: You didn’t bother to listen and blamed me for losing miraculouses when it was you and your order who didn’t keep an eye on a poor boy who didn’t want to be there. Five, last but not least: I say the kwami are allowed out of the Miracle Box because I am the guardian. You and your order have been gone for over one hundred years and you can’t go making demands after I brought you back. You told me rules I didn’t even know about and didn’t explain why you have those rules in the first place. The kwami are my friends and they have feelings and I’m not going to shut them in a box because you told me to.”

Silence filled the room, no one saying a word and Su-Han’s face contorting between shock and outrage.

Marinette took a step back, standing at the ready and gesturing to herself. “So if you want the Miracle Box, you’re going to have to go through us first.”

She tossed a look at her team, all of them doing a synchronized, confrontational motion to face Su-Han.

“Tikki!”

“Plagg!”

“Wayzz!”

“Pollen!”

“Trixx!”

“Nooroo!”

“Duusu!”

They then shouted in unison, “Transform me!”

Several individual flashes meshed together, overtaking the room and then fading to leave several heroes behind, their weapons equipped for battle.

Su-Han looked amongst them, a flicker in his eyes that hinted that he knew he would be outmatched, but also wasn’t willing to admit it. He retreated a few steps back, hands out to show that he was prepared to defend himself.

It was at that moment that Ladybug heard and noticed movement from behind him, realization striking and a smile overtaking her face. Pulling back from her fighting pose, she placed a hand on her hip and stated confidently, “Captain Anarka will escort you out.”

He looked confused, and he was only able to let out a, “What—?” before a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Su-Han wasn’t even able to turn around before he was pulled backward, a jewelry-adorned fist decking him in the face and sending him flying into the staircase. His scepter fell to the floor and he could only gape at the woman standing there, cracking her knuckles while he was sprawled out on the stairs with all air having been knocked out of him.

“A trespasser on my ship, eh?” Anarka asked, a grin on her face but her eyes glinting with malice. “I don’t take kindly to ship rats who threaten my crew and think they’re too good to walk the plank.”

Su-Han hurried to get up, only for Anarka to grab him by his shirt and haul him up the stairs, a rapid shuffling noise following as Ladybug went over and shut the door.

A few seconds passed and the atmosphere shifted to peace, everyone mutually releasing their transformations and relaxing. Marinette smiled reassuringly at everyone, letting them know that things were okay, but then jumped as she heard a resounding, “Marinette!”

The kwami all emerged from their hiding places, Marinette having no time to react as they all charged at her, their tiny bodies clinging affectionately to whatever they could grab of her.

“You’re amazing!”

“Thank you so much!”

“You stood up for us!”

“You’re the best guardian ever!”

Marinette gasped, finding it hard to move without disturbing any of them. Trying hard not to laugh, she protested, “Aha—hey! Stop, you’re all tickling me!”

She blushed, looking over at her teammates who were only staring at her with pride, which just made the pink on her cheeks turn red. “This is so embarrassing!”

Once the kwami had their fill of thanking her, they finally obeyed and flew away, each giving her smiles of approval. She covered her face with a hand, waiting for the shyness to die down, then noticed the guardian scepter out of the corner of her eye, still lying on the ground.

She approached, touching the scepter at first to make sure it was safe, then properly picking it up and letting it stand next to her. She tapped the gem on top, eyeing the compass that Su-Han had been talking to her about, then followed its direction back to the microwave. She walked over, opening it up, then took out the Miracle Box and held it in her free hand.

Looking back and forth between the two clearly ancient objects, she couldn’t help chuckling. “They don’t really suit me.”

Her friends giggled in response, Luka in particular shooting her a warm smile and approaching. One of his hands went to the scepter and the other went to rest on the Miracle Box.

“I think you make them work, actually,” he replied.

Marinette beamed at him, thoroughly warmed by the compliment. It didn’t feel like that long ago when her support was lacking and defeating Hawk Moth seemed like a pipe dream.

Now, holding the Miracle Box and scepter in her hands, she didn’t know why she’d ever doubted herself.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Then, looking at the Su-Han-less room, she gave a shrug and walked back with Luka to the couch. “So, where were we?”

#((Technically spoilers for post-Hawk Moth stuff but nothing you guys don't already know.))#((For the record anon I'm still debating on doing ''Feast''))#((because it's a direct episode rewrite which LadyBugOut doesn't have so I'm nervous about it))#((I figured this might be a good start though.))#((I imagine Team Miraculous would have everything resolved by the time S4E6 hits))#((so hence the time jump.))#collab: LadyBugOut AU #canonicity: all #canonicity: canon compliant #writing: all #writing: canon compliant #writing: salt #character: marinette dupain cheng #group: team miraculous #salt: all #salt: other

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Marcanne happening in season 3 could be a good thing for the characters and the shows’ themes as a whole

I don’t usually post my theories here on tumblr these days as traction has died a lot, so they all end up on twitter. But since tumblr is essentially just my art archive I thought I’d give a recent one of mine a go from a couple days ago, regarding marcanne:

The entire time that I've watched Amphibia and shipped marcanne it was mostly for fun- not that I thought it impossible, but I never expected it to happen. However, with recent trailers, promos, and interviews released, I really do think marcanne is now a high possibility.

I will be using Shera as reference-- particularly Save the Cat, and Glimmer & Bows relationship development, but you don’t need to have watched Shera.

We still don't know for sure at this point if Anne and/or Sasha is going to rescue Marcy, or if Olivia & Yunan will, but either way, it’s highly likely it'll happen by or on the mid season finale- in order to give enough time for the characters to make amends and heal in season 3b.

In order to give the audience a satisfactory conclusion to the characters’ developments, Anne and Marcy need a lot of time to talk, for Anne to forgive her, and for them to go through the healing process for the rest of season 3b. When we compare Anne & Marcy to Glimmer & Bow, as well as remember the pace of Anne forgiving Hop Pop, this will take a number of episodes. We can get a glimpse of how this will play out.

Marcy fucked up. Anne is and will continue to be hurt, and it'll take a lot of time (way more time than with Hop Pop) for them to make proper repairs even if Marcy says sorry again and explains her reasoning. Things will be awkward and their dynamic will have changed entirely.

However, there is this added layer of childhood best friends, Anne being protective of Marcy, as well as Marcy being stabbed and now, possessed, like Catra was. They're gonna want to go back to the way things were, but things have changed.

At this point in Shera, even after Bow and Glimmer reconciled, things were different and despite them healing and going back to being close and touchy-feely, they obviously had to overcome this huge hurdle. They managed to do that which strengthened their relationship and made them closer than ever. After that, it became evident that they were in love with each other since they were both willing to put the work into getting through a really rough spot.

With that in mind, it wouldn’t feel unnatural for Anne & Marcy to go through the same thing, as there has been a lot of romantic subtext a la Anne blushing at Marcy in New Wartwood, and the fact that they are the most physically affectionate out of everyone in the show. It can be read platonic, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t romantic. We don’t know that yet.

Some extra treats for y’all shippers out there:

-Some of the crew has liked a pretty decent amount of lowkey marcanne and sashanne fanart, but mostly leaning into marcanne.

-Matt and crew have explicitly avoided answering any questions about the girls’ sexualities or if their feelings will ever be romantic. When you think about it, not confirming this is odd since Matt and crew are incredibly active in fandom, taking feedback and applying that to the show. Many members of the team are also queer so it would be odd to continue letting fans feel as though they're being queerbaited (not saying Marcy and Anne are queerbait, just that it would make sense to say whether or not they are early on since it's so popular).

-Back in last year's Reddit AMA Matt stated that the show is "an ode to old friendships." Old friendships can in fact turn into something else!

-It recently came out in an interview that Disney aged the girls down to 13 years old; they were originally going to be 15. While they were “aged down” absolutely nothing about their characters, interests, and personalities have been changed from the original writing. So despite the studio saying they’re 13, they’re basically high schoolers. This means dating isn’t partially out of the question, since tween dating can be a weird topic.

-The best one: Matt said in another interview that he knows that fans are hoping for certain things to happen, and without stating what will happen, he did say “it do happen."

As for why this development would be good for the characters and the show as whole- I know a lot of people don't like the idea of romance being thrown into the show, but Amphibia is about the girls’ growth & dealing with change.

Sasha in particular has issues with feeling left out & being in control, and Marcy and Anne getting together could only boost that insecurity as now they would have a new, personal dynamic without her involved. We know she’s going to be hanging out in Wartwood for a while. She will likely be redeemed a la interactions with the Wartwoodians. If Marcy and Anne get together and she’s actually totally cool with a dramatic change like this, it would be a fantastic development for her and a great representation of that idea.

Now, I always leaned into Marcy moving away to show that she has accepted change and getting over her fear of abandonment. However, with Marcy being stabbed and now possessed, it seems rather cruel to take her away from her friends. From her personality alone, we can assume that Anne and Sasha are her only friends and she may struggle a lot with making true friends at school because she’s so high energy. By the end of the show, the three of them will have gone through way too much to be separated in my opinion.

I really think Marcy going through her dynamic with her friends changing because of her mistake will be enough of a lesson for her.

If she does move, her and Anne could still do long distance.

Even BETTER is the fact that the show can totally show that romantic relationships and platonic relationships are equal. Third wheels are common but they're also garbage. I couldn’t ever see Anne and Marcy prioritizing themselves over Sasha if they decide to stay friends with her. Sasha is likely going to still be important to the both of them if they decide to stay friends after her redemption. This would be really different from the usual trio of a cartoon having the main character and his girl best friend slammed together at the very end, and entirely positive. It isn’t uncommon for two in a trio of friends to start dating in real life and remain stable as long as the work is put in! I know from personal experience.

Overall, there’s many possibilities for where the writers are headed with these characters. Romance or not, I’m really excited to see what they do.

#marcanne #amphibia #the dork speaks #theory #meta #amphibia theory

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