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miracul0us-multishipper · 5 years

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Welcome to the back (Part 5)

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Thank you so much for all your sweet feedback!

This chapter deals a little more with Lila’s manipulations and their first effects, and both Chat Noir And Felix make a move. With varying degrees of success.

Also, Felix would literally die for Maman Cheng’s Quiche.

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Lila was fuming when she arrived at home.

“Who does he think he is?!”, she spit out between clenched teeth. “He had zero proof!”

And not only had her attempt to win Felix over failed, Hawkmoth hadn’t even sent an Akuma for her! That, or this goddamn beetle had caught it before it had reached her.

“What a dutiful little bug, aren’t you, Ladybug?”, she seethed on. “Always looking out for butterflies. Well, newsflash: you aren’t perfect! And as soon as you let one of them slip through, Volpina is going to kick your ass!”

That brought her thoughts to another pain in her butt and she threw her phone away in frustration. If it weren’t for that pigtailed goody two shoes, Felix would be writing poems of admiration for Lila by now. All these beautiful words, lost because that stupid Marinette couldn’t leave Felix alone. He was unreachable for her now!

Taking a deep breath, Lila tried to calm down.

Don’t do anything rash. We’ve come so far.

She still had Adrien wrapped around her finger. That boy was so eager to believe her, he threw all reason away for some pretty fairy tale. And as long as his father was with her, she had Adrien handled.

Still. Loosing her chance with Felix had... hurt her. She hadn’t realized she’d looked forward to their relationship that much.

Sighing she fell on her bed and grabbed her phone, going through his poems. She’d pictured how everything would go from the moment she’d looked through his bag. He would’ve been smitten with her writing, her poetry resonating with his. Once they were on their date at the Eiffel Tower, he wouldn’t have been able to deny how pretty she looked with the sunset illuminating her face, the wind in her hair... He would’ve intertwined his soft, slender fingers with hers and confessed how connected he felt to her. She would’ve blushed and told him to stop, but he would’ve written her a poem about his feelings for her and kissed her hand. Then they would’ve kissed, just as the sun disappeared and the lights at the tower went on. The rest of the evening, they would have talked about their shared affinity for words and tales, how they both could spin their audiences in webs of emotion and wonder - even though they used different mediums to accomplish that. He would’ve realized that they were the only ones that understood each other, that they were made for each other, that they were soulmates. How they were better than these silly children in their class.

She groaned and turned her phone off, not bearing to see his pretty poems now.

It was all Marinette’s fault! She’d stolen that future from her and Felix!

Lila froze.

Wait a second.

Since when did she give up that easily?! This was Marinette she was talking about! That girl didn’t have enough brain cells to walk properly! She was no opponent for her, Lila Rossi, the cunning Volpina! She was the Queen of Lies, the Master of Manipulation, Gaslighting and Illusions! If she wanted Felix, she’d get Felix!

With renewed determination, she got in front of her computer. She had some research to do!

“There you are, Chaton!” Ladybug greeted her partner. She was still smiling from her encounter with Felix, and determined that this patrol would go smoothly. Chat Noir replied with his usual smirk.

“If you don’t look energized today, My Lady! Happy to see me?”

She chuckled and landed next to him, on the rooftops next to the Seine.

“Come on, Kitty! This city doesn’t patrol itself, you know?”

“Actually, can we wait a few more minutes?” her partner asked with surprising seriousness. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She wanted to refuse - she still had to catch up on her missed history lesson, time was precious - but the pleading look in his big green eyes made her weak.

“Alright” she sighed. “But only shortly! What is it, Kitty?”

He hummed.

“You always call me these pet names. It’s so cute!”

“Chat. Focus.”

“Right! Uh, my dad is... the owner of a business, you know? Famous and renowned across France. He always has to look super professional, or his investors run over to his rivals.”

“Okay?” Ladybug tried to follow, unsure where this was supposed to go.

“You kind of remind me of him, sometimes! You’re both smart, and very serious about your work, and usually too busy.”

She didn’t know if he wanted to compliment or insult her.

“Anyway, my mom and I are very similar, he always says. She used to work for him, as a model. And when they fell in love, my dad was a bit worried a relationship with one of his coworkers might look unprofessional. ‘What would everyone say?’, and so on.”

“And then?”

He shrugged.

“Nothing. They got married and it worked out fine. No problems whatsoever.”

“Huh.”

Chat looked at her, obviously expecting something, so she added: “That’s... a very sweet story. Your parents sound very lucky.”

He beamed.

“Yeah! And luck is just our thing, right?”

“Uh, yes” she agreed carefully. What did they have to do with his parents. “But why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanted to let you know... I understand how important it is for you to look professional. And that I support you, always. You don’t have to worry.”

“Thanks?” She was positively confused now. “I don’t think anybody doubts our professionalism, but... that’s reassuring.”

“You’re welcome.”

He probably meant well, even though she didn’t understand what he was playing at. So when he closed his eyes and leaned in, her mind had yet to catch up. Only when he was actually pressing his lips on hers, it clicked.

She slapped him. Hard.

“Ow! What the-“

“Oh no, that’s my line, Chat! What the fuck?!”, she hissed out, wiping her mouth with her wrist. Chat looked up, his face shifting from shock to betrayal.

“I-I thought-“

“You thought what?! You can just kiss me out of the blue after I repeatedly told you I’m not in love with you?! What don’t you get about that?”

If he looked hurt, she didn’t care. She was tired of this, tired of his advances. For once in her life, she wanted him to listen and understand her!

“I- someone told me you were worried that-“

“Why are you so quick to listen to some bystander, but refuse to hear my very! Clear! Answer!”

“Your answer isn’t clear at all!”, Chat Noir yelled back, getting to his feet. “You say you don’t love me, but you’re acting like you do! You call me pet names, you flirt with me, you kiss me all the time! So either you enjoy leading me on, or you’re lying to both of us about your true feelings!”

“Aaaargh!”, she groaned in frustration, clasping her hands above her head, “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m simply making my feelings very clear for you! We are partners, and we’re supposed to be honest with each other!”

She tore her hair. He was so stubborn, so obstinate that that he could do no wrong. She wanted to scream.

“Chat, I honestly don’t want you to kiss me.” she tried to keep it simple, lowering her voice to prevent herself from lashing out. But Chat certainly didn’t help at that.

“That’s okay! We can just hold hands, if you want to. Or go for Ice cream.”

“No! I don’t want any of that! Kwamis above!”

“Then what do you want?!

If she didn’t get out of here, she’d do something stupid. Slap him again, probably.

“Leave me alone, Chat.”, she pressed out, her voice breaking.

“What? We’re partners! You- We need each other!”

“I’ll handle patrol from now on.”, she ordered, leaving no room for discussion. “Until you can accept that I don’t reciprocate your feelings, we should only work together when necessary.”

She swallowed, throwing her yo-yo.

“Please, Chat.”

Then she was off, disappearing behind the buildings of Paris. Leaving a stunned, upset Cat behind. It took him a while before he could move, and even longer before he reached his home. Detransforming had never felt so draining to him.

“What the everloving Fluff were you thinking?” Plagg raged as soon as the ring set him free. Adrien groaned.

“Not now, Plagg. I really don’t feel up to this now.”

“You don’t feel up to this?” Plagg snarled incredulously. “I don’t feel up to this! I don’t feel up to anything! Ever! And even I can’t let you do something like this!”

“How should I have known she’d react like this?” the boy defended himself. “Lila said-“

“Volpina-Girl! You know she doesn’t like Ladybug! But somehow you thought her love advice is more credible than the answer Ladybug has been giving you for months!”

“But she’s Ladybug! And I’m her Black Cat! We’re completing each other.”

Plagg shook his head.

“Right now, you overgrown airhead, you are about to loose even the most platonic part of her feelings for you. It’s simple: that or nothing, Kiddo.”

Where Ladybug was lonelier than ever, Marinette was soaring high. After Alya apologized for not believing in her innocence regarding the poems, the others soon followed - much to Lila’s dismay. And the compulsive liar got even angrier after seeing how much closer Marinette and Felix were becoming. Marinette found that she didn’t care.

Felix was... odd. He spoke clear and directly, not caring if he sounded rude. He didn’t like warm temperatures, preferring to hide on the shady yard. He listened to classical music, but had beaten Marinette more than once at Freestyle Clash 2.

(“Rap is poetry as well!”, he had defended himself when she teased him about it.)

He also didn’t like crowds, or people in general. But whenever Marinette was chatting with her classmates, she found him listening attentively, even if his eyes were glued to his book. While he didn’t want to be actively involved, he wasn’t antisocial either.

And to be honest, she appreciated his silent company more than ever when her other friends became... overwhelming. Being around Felix was easy. His mere presence was calming, as if everything was in control.

“Girl, are you there? ‘Cause if I’m not losing my senses you’re staring at Mister Icecold instead of Sunshine Boy.”

Marinette blinked, pulled back into the real world. Alya was looking at her expectantly, eyebrows raised so high they almost vanished beneath her hair.

“I didn’t!”, Marinette insisted, but Alya rolled her eyes.

“Come on, you’ve been hanging out with him and him alone for the past week! What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! I just really like Felix, that’s all. You know I have a crush on Adrien.”

Alya’s eyes were scrutinizing but playful.

“Hm... If you say so?” She chuckled. “I should be glad. Frosty is kind of scaring me, actually. He’s so rude!”

Marinette huffed with arms akimbo.

“He’s just... honest! And hasn’t been around people much. He doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t want to lie for politeness’ sake either.”

“I don’t mean that. At least, not only that. He’s been glaring at Lila whenever she tries to speak with him.”

Marinette sighed. They’d talked this over at least a dozen times already, and while Marinette didn’t call Lila a Liar openly anymore, she did like to give hints. Which Alya successfully ignored.

“Just... let’s get to class. I don’t want to be late again.”

While Felix hated nothing more than talking during the lessons (“It’s disrespectful!”) he did communicate from time to time. Over the course of the week, they had developed an intricate language of stolen glances and discreet expressions that was comprehensible to them alone.

When Marinette fell into her seat next to him and replied “present” upon hearing her name from Mme Bustier, he gave her a concerned look from her to Alya.

Everything okay with you two?

Marinette shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Just the usual disagreement.

He huffed, concentrating on the lesson, but not without nudging her leg with his knee. His gesture for showing support.

“Before we continue with Napoleon, let me make an announcement.”, Mme Bustier caught her class’s attention. “Since you’ve all been so eager and hardworking during Monsieur Agreste’s bowler hat contest, I’ve been looking for another opportunity to let your creativity run free.”

She smiled at the front row.

“Since Lila has so generously helped me out, You now have the chance to participate in a competition called “Journalism Junior”, hosted by Alec Cataldi and Nadja Chamack.”

The class cheered and Alya high fived Lila, who smiled as Adrien patted her on the shoulder. A sharp pang in Marinette’s chest made her look away.

“If you want to enter the competition, you’ll have to create a report on something that greatly impacted you, until next Friday,” Mme Bustier continued. “It can be about your greatest inspirations or fears, a problem you want to draw attention to or something you want to support. Copying is as always,” a sharp glance at Chloé and Sabrina, “strictly forbidden! This is about an honest and genuine insight into Paris’ youth, so be true to yourselves!”

As soon as Mme Bustier finished, the class was alive with the buzz of excited students.

“Journalism! Not really my specialty, but sounds interesting.”, Marinette beamed at her gloomy neighbor. “I think I’ll do something about fashion! Or baking? Or media design?”

Felix only huffed and Marinette stilled.

“Is... everything okay?”

He blinked and straightened himself.

“Yes, of course. Journalism just isn’t my cup of tea.”

He leaned his head sideways.

“You should do something about fashion. You’re talking about it constantly, and I’ve seen your room. If something has an impact on you, it’s designing.”

“You’re right!”, she agreed, already thinking about what sketches she should work with. “Oh, will you do the report on your poems? No, wait, they’re personal. Your music then? I’ve heard you play the violin in the art room, it’s magical!”

Felix’ cheeks appeared a bit more saturated for a moment, almost as if he were blushing, but it disappeared when he shook his head.

“I won’t participate at all.”, he clarified sternly. “I’ve had enough people trying to peak into my life. But I’ll help you with yours. You’re horrible with deadlines.”

“True”, she grimaced. “But I don’t get why the behavior of other journalists should keep you from trying something out yourself!”

His fingers twitched, betraying that this was about something entirely else. A bit gentler she added: “Are you sure you don’t want to do something of your own? It’s different if other people try to drag your personal life into the limelight, or if you willingly share something on your own terms.”

“Hm...”, he murmured, before giving her one of his rare smiles. “You are exceptionally smart, Marinette. I appreciate your advice.”

She rolled her eyes. He could’ve as well written her a thank you letter, as formal as he was.

“Thanks. But don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re deflecting!”

She backed down anyway. Felix obviously didn’t want to share his thought process with her, but hopefully, he just needed some time.

Or maybe she was just misinterpreting his behavior and blowing things out of proportion. Wouldn’t be the first time for her.

Felix might not look the part, but he did think about what Marinette had said. She was right, of course. There was a difference between someone stealing his secrets, and himself sharing them. But to him it had always been technical at best, a mere incongruence in terminology.

Insisting on being involved in Mum’s company from an early age on had put him in the spotlight far more than he’d anticipated, then. When he took up modeling – the only way to help he was given, his mother didn’t want him to “waste his childhood with adults work” – he’d become a minor celebrity basically overnight. It hadn’t gotten better when he grew up.

He’d always felt like some sort of public property, a puppet for others to project onto, or a fancy building people went sightseeing for on weekends. More than once his mother had to hire security people to ensure he had some semblance of peace outside, without being bothered by fans or paparazzi. His father’s position and... attitude certainly hadn’t helped to give him some personal space. So, at one point... he’d simply stopped going amongst people. And he didn’t mind that!

But the week he’d spent with Marinette, or even Aurore and Marc, had made him realize that while he could be on his own... he didn’t want to, anymore. Not always at least. They were so... generous with everything, sharing help or stories or simply their company with him. Especially Marinette, without ever expecting anything in return.

He wanted to return something, though. Anything to let her know he appreciated her. To make her smile the way she drew out his own.

So when school was over, he waited for her to pack up her things and get ready to go.

“You wouldn’t happen to be free this afternoon?”, he asked quietly. There where a few other students left in the room, Rossi and Agreste among them, and while he’d never concern himself enough with them to whisper, he wouldn’t push his luck either. This afternoon should go as smoothly as possible.

Marinette smiled and nodded.

“Sure! Want to come over for lunch again? Maman made Quiche.”

He saw Adrien perk up four rows further, and Felix himself found his determination waver. The Dupain-Cheng Quiche was a work of high culinary art, as he’d learned the last time he’d visited Marinette. But no! He had to stay strong! This was for Marinette!

“Actually, I’d hoped you came back home with me for lunch.”

He fidgeted a little, which was odd for him since it usually annoyed him on other people.

“It’s as you said, I should try to share things willingly, on my own terms, and you... make me feel like it can’t be that hard.”

Her smile was replaced by a look of surprise and he mentally kicked himself.

“You don’t have to! It was just an idea, but it doesn’t have to be today. Or ever.”

Why would she want to have lunch with him if her parents were already culinary deities? His mere invitation after tasting their creations was an affront to their craft.

To his relief, however, Marinette didn’t seem to mind his proposal.

“I’d love to come over! I’ll just have to call my parents before.”

She gave him one of her playful smirks that usually came before reading him.

“You actually listened to me? I’m impressed!”

His slight pang of disappointment that he wouldn’t get his beloved Quiche today was drowned out by his happiness to enjoy her company a bit longer. When she turned away to call her parents, he realized he should probably give his mother a heads up as well. He sighed. Mum would be over the moon once she heard he was bringing a friend over.

What had he done?

Lila was prepared. She was cool. She was completely fine with Felix asking the walking mess named Marinette out for lunch. And the pen she’d snapped would’ve broken anyway, she was sure.

Not that it mattered. Pigtails could revel in his attention all day, for all she cared. It wouldn’t last.

“Madame Bustier?”, she called the teacher as soon as the other students were gone.

“Lila! Is something the matter?”, the woman asked her new official favorite student. “I hope you didn’t mind that I thanked you in front of the class. I didn’t want to put you in the spotlights so unprompted, but you were a great help and that should be acknowledged.”

Lila smiled modestly.

“Oh, I don’t mind. I just like to help out.”

Herself, first and foremost. The contest was merely a puzzle piece in her scheme.

“Speaking of that,” she continued, “I wanted to ask for a small favor, if it’s no problem.”

“Of course, Lila. What is it?”

“It’s Marinette.” she began, putting on a sheepish face. “We didn’t have the best start, and her behavior last week when I proposed to change the seating again... I think she still holds some sort of grudge against me.”

She paused for a moment, to let the hint settle before she continued.

“I wanted to help her out a bit, so we can become friends! She’s always so busy as class rep, and I fear that the contest might add some weight to her load.”

“That’s so sweet of you! What were you thinking about?”

She had Bustier wrapped around her finger, now.

“Well, I obviously can’t help her with her report.” she mused out loud. “I don’t want to influence her in any way, so she doesn’t get disqualified for copying something by accident. So I hoped I could help her with her class rep duties! Usually, Alya does that, but she’s so passionate about her report and I don’t want to distract her.”

“Very considerate!”, she praised. “What duties would you like to take over for now?”

Now came the important part.

“Oh, Kim has been sick for a while now.” she reminded her. “I wanted to bring him some of the work we did, and inform him about the contest. And the swimming team asked Marinette to bring him the bag he forgot last time. Would it be alright if you gave me his address?”

She seemed to think for a moment before searching for a list in her bag.

“Usually, I’m not allowed to give out personal information.”, the teacher confessed. “But I think in this case, we can call it an exception, don’t we?”

“Of course”, Lila agreed dutifully as she skimmed the list Bustier held out to her. LeChien, Kim... there. And directly above: Leanne, Felix. Smiling, she typed the address into her phone. Felix’ address, of course. Max was already bringing Kim his homework, and the forgotten bag was a lie.

“Thank you so much, Madame!”, Lila said genuinely when she put her phone away and walked towards the door. “Oh, one last thing! Would you maybe... not tell Marinette I asked for this? I want to surprise her.”

“Don’t worry!”, Bustier said cluelessly. “I‘ll forget you asked me for anything.”

“You are the best, Madame! Good bye!”

She didn’t her her teacher’s reply, she was already out of the door. Her phone was on and she pulled up the pictures she’d taken of Felix’ calendar.

He was meticulous when it came to organizing his day, and she was more than grateful for it. He would be home by now, and lunch with his mother would last until 15 o’clock. He’d made a note not to disturb her from 15 to 16 o’clock, since Madame Leanne was in a meeting. From 16 to 18 o’clock, he’d be busy with his violin lessons.

Perfect.

But before her plan could be set in motion, she had another little tale to spin.

“Nino!”, she called when Adrien’s best friend came into her sight. “Wait for me!”

He was alone when she reached him. This was almost too easy.

“Wow, everything alright, dudette?” Nino asked, concerned that she’d hurried so much to catch up to him. “You look kinda rushed.”

She smiled and waved it off.

“I’ll be meeting Jagged Stone soon, and I don’t want to be late. I showed him your latest tape by the way, and he was really impressed.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah! But I really have to hurry now. Could you maybe tell Adrien from me that he doesn’t need to worry. You know, because of the Marinette thing.”

Nino frowned.

“Wait a sec. Marinette thing? Is she or Adrien in trouble?”

Surprised Lila put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh no, he didn’t tell you? Oh, I messed up! I’m so sorry!”

“What did you mess up? C’mon, I’m not telling anyone.”

She looked from side to side, as if worried others might overhear.

“I’m sure he meant to tell you.” she started secretively. “It’s just that... he’s been worried about Marinette. He thought she acted so weirdly over my proposal that Felix should sit with us in the front, that maybe she doesn’t like him. He thinks Marinette is ignoring, or outright bullying Felix.”

“What? I mean, that dude is giving me the creeps, but Marinette is super close with him.”

She forced a smile.

“You’re right, I noticed that too! But, you know, Adrien has been isolated so long... he just doesn’t know how to read the atmosphere, you know?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda oblivious.”

“I just wanted him to stop worrying so much. He was really concerned when he thought Felix and Marinette might not get along.”

Nino gave her a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll soothe his nerves. You go meet Jagged Stone!”

“Thank you so much!”, she said, and meant every word. He was really useful, even though he made her cringe. “Oh, but maybe don’t tell him you heard this from me. He didn’t tell anyone else, and I don’t want him to think he can’t trust me.”

“Sure thing, dudette!”

“Bye-bye, then! And thank you!”

Lila smiled as she ran off. Everything was fitting perfectly together. The best tool to keep Marinette away from Felix was her crush on Adrien. The best way to use her crush was his dislike of Felix, and his assumption he knew what was best for his friends. The closer he thought them to be, the more he’d try to spread his animosity towards Felix onto Marinette, who’d do everything to please him.

Now Lila only had to wait.

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karma-jinx · 4 years

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ML New York Special Babbles *Spoilers*

Ok so! Coming outta me hiding hole to bring you this ramblings. These are just my thoughts after seeing the new episode. This ones a LONG one.

I’m told that this particular episode takes place between seasons 3 and 4. A sort of bridge episode maybe idk. I mention this because there are some things it connects to in the past and introduces some new stuff. (In regards of what’s going on in Paris.)

The ep starts with LB and CN yet AGAIN fighting Mr Pigeon. Apparently for the 51st time. He wants to take the Eiffel Tower to space with his piegons???? Idk just an excuse for the hero’s to use their new power ups. Which tbh is kinda lame because we don’t even see them in the new forms for very long.

The light hearted banter between LB and CN about the rose was kinda nice. I say this because it seems like CN is maybe FINALLY going to give her space and not try to woo her every moment. Tbh I can’t recall if he actually did flirt with her in that scene. So that’s cool. (Boy did stroke his own ego by kissing his muscles.)

Marinette really out her denying she still simps over Adrien. (She does it through out the entire episode and no one believes her claim that she’s over him and that they’re “friends”)

Also uh.... so Miss Bustier is preggers???? Interesting cuz I thought she was single since we’ve never heard of any sort of partner she may or may not have. Also its Miss, not Mrs so I don’t think she’s married? But idk she can’t go to the trip so Ms Mendeleiev goes in her place.

And can I just say how hurt she looked when the students complained that she’s lame and wouldn’t be as fun as Ms B. Yeah Ms. M is strict and all but she’s fair across the board. Unlike Ms B. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about just look up Ms B salt.)

Random but why was Chloe SO Adamant in not wanting to go to New York? I mean didn’t she want to go to New York with her mom? Was it cuz it was a class trip instead?

Lila was there too but fuq her honestly. Lila was only there to push Marinette to claim they gotta convince model boy’s das to let him go to New York with them.

Why’d the WHOLE class go to Adrien’s house if Marinette was the only one let inside? Sure it could be argued that either the dad only allowed her in. Or her classmates pushed her to do it alone since it was her idea. Either way seemed unnecessary for them all to be there. That’s just my opinion.

Side note as this was happening Adrien and Kagami had another fencing match. (One she won becuz boi was having sad times)

But she him!!!! And such an odd scene too becuz it LOOKS like she MAY have kissed him on the lips. But I don’t think she actually did. I say this because Adrien showed no reaction to it until she pulled away. He was still sadly looking at the ground until she was leaving. So???? I still don’t think they’re a couple. Yet????

My girl Marinette being a responsible hero trusting CN to look over the city in her absence gives him a flipping kitty alarm. I want that!

Random comment but ofc marinette would miss the bus that’s taking her to the airport because why WOULDNT she right?

Luckily friend Luka was there to haul ass to catch up on it on his bike right? (Is he a wimp or not? Like???? Yeah we know he likes her but he also treats her like a friend. So idk of this scene is him kinda simping or him being a good friend.)

That plane scene huh? I feel like some ppl are gonna be mad about what happened. As the trailer shows Marinette and Adrien are seated next to each other. When boarding the place Adrien is actually happy, maybe even excited to see Marinette.

He runs down the aisle to help her with her things and find her seat. He even tries to help her work the ac over head. All in all he’s just happy to be near her. And everyone might’ve thought FINALLY some progress right? Only to see her beg for help because she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t spend HOURS seated by the boy she likes.

Why? Because at the end of season 3 we’re told that she chooses to bow out in the race for his affections because she thinks he and Kagami like each other. She couldn’t handle a few seconds by him so she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle hours seated by a guy she still very much likes but chooses she can’t have. As frustrating as it is I can at least see WHY she acted the way she did.

Alya and Nino being 100000% over these to but still trying to help them out. The patience they have for their idiot friends.

Everyone on the plane as it’s being attacked: scared and full surprised.

Alya: *nerds out about the super heroes helping*

She still hasn’t changed huh?

Why’s Majestia’s daughter and Android? I really wanna know the story there. Idk how to spell her name so I’ll be calling her by her hero name. Uncanny Valley, which I also want to know why is that her name. As well as the full extent of her powers.

Yay for Sabrina having fun away from Chloe for once.

Why are there SO many heroes in New York anyways? And some are random af. A guys who’s ability is that he can open a door to where ever he wants to go.

A hotdog hero with ketchup and mustard theme sidekicks? (Maybe)

Dude makes hotdogs filled with random temp abilities. Which explains wtf I saw a clip of Adrien and Marinette dancing in the air.

Sooooooo..... does everyone just think of convoluted schemes? Or meddle in things just willy nilly? Anyways Uncanny Valley and Jess’s scheme to “help” Adrien and Marinette confess sure was top tier wild idea. Alya and Nino just WENT WITH IT! They’re just like, “kay sure why not?” Sure ok!

Ladybug and Chat Noir are an efficient crime fighting duo. And Paris’ sworn protectors!

Can’t function for shit as civilians.

LB has sole custody of their brain cells. What happens to it when they change back is a mystery to me.

CN is an idiot for never telling LB that he was leaving Paris. Til it was too late and problems were happening in Paris. Caused by Mayura. Rip Natalie who seems bed ridden? But also if the miraculous is fixed is she still going to suffer the affects from when it was broken? Or is she healing from that?

Anyways a messy fight ensues. CN hurt he broke his Lady’s trust and almost killed Uncanny Valley. If LB weren’t there to fix things who knows what would’ve happened?

Still, he gives up his ring and is forced to leave since his father blames Marinette for convincing him to allow Adrien to go to New York. SCREW YOU GABRIEL BITCH NEEDS TO GET DUNKED ON IS ALL IMA SAY.

(That was a NASTY skid Marinette did. Like OUCH)

Why did Majestia’s skin tone go fucking white in her civilian form???? Her and her gf/wife’s skin tone was just, weird?

On topic of random/weird why did Jess HAVE to pretend she was a boy hero?

The explanation they gave was rushed and weak imo.

The eagles miraculous confuses me tbh. Even after seeing how it worked I’m perplexed by it. But seeing as it takes place in ‘Muerica land of the Free with an eagle Kwami its “on brand”. Sure.

HM really out here really to destroy the world without a second thought huh? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Shouldn’t also be surprised that LB and CN saved the day with their new friends either. The ending was pretty rushed tbh.

LB and CN are thanked/praised for helping. Paris understand why they were absent now.

Jess gets to keep the miraculous and *le gasp* there’s another protector of the miraculous.

Alls well that ends well right?

In all honesty the special was kinda like any other episode. It did bring new lore like the heroes of New York. NONE of them seemed to be miraculous based type of heroes. So I makes me wonder the extent of unnatural aspects that have or could happen to make someone have super abilities. Or am I to assume that it’s like marvel/dc or any other super hero like comic book story. Because it that’s the case then that opens a whole can of worms I can’t get into rn.

There’s also the other guardian of the miraculous. How many more are there? Do they keep in touch? If so why’d Master Fu make Marinette the new guardian???? Just.. jakakandjfns

Why claim its SOOOO important to hide their identities then show how New York Heroes don’t seem to really give af about secret identities?

Might’ve missed some things but this is long af as it is.

#my thoughts #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml new york #ml special

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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The King of Clubs

Summary: The spotlight isn’t big enough for both of them.

A/N: Requested by DorkSpader on AO3.

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If there was one thing the Actor hated it was sharing the spotlight. He’d been promised a big epic story of heartbreak and drama, but that story had been sidelined for the Suits.

He’d complained to the Host who had the only response of stabbing him in the foot with his aura. Y/N was unreachable, and talking to Damien was out of the question.

So he was going to deal with the problem by himself.

It didn’t take him long to find a pair of them one night.

“Hey,” Marc called out to Clubs and Diamonds, “Jack-be-fucking-nimble and his white rabbit!”

“Great,” Clubs grumbled, rolling his eyes, “he’s early again.”

“No,” Marc huffed in anger as he closed the distance. “I am having the opposite problem. I am late for cue and my brilliant performance has been delayed. I demanded you upstart B-plot character actors vacate the stage and get lost.”

“You diva,” Clubs spat and took out a handgun to shoot exactly a millimeter away from Marc’s foot, being extremely careful not to damage the body he was in.

“Hey!” Marc spat, “you almost shot me!”

“Get out of that body,” Clubs threatened.

“Oh, did Damien send you?” The Actor gave a twisted smile. “It would be like him to ruin my entrance with his bullshit pouting.”

“No, he didn’t,” Clubs answered. “But he would be thrilled if I ripped you out of it and brought it back to him in one piece.”

Marc’s eyes went back as pitch and his skin turned a pale ash. “Well, you’ll be waiting a long time for that.”

The Actor moved first, the concrete around him cracking like ice as Marc moved to strike the two Suits. Diamonds and Clubs dodged the attack, trying not to touch any part of where the ground had actually cracked. Any part where the ground directly cracked seemed to degrade and rot.

“Where you going?” Marc cackled as he kept cracking the ground, his aura, his body starting to emit black smoke. “You seemed quick to pull a gun on me before.”

Clubs rushed forward, switching out the ammo of his gun for another clip. He shot at the ground and white smoke erupted around them.

Then the ground cracked and the Suit’s leg fell through and into the divide before the concert snapped back and gripped his leg as a vice grip. Marc’s aura seemed to absorb the smoke and he walked over to Clubs with a huge smile.

“You had to make it difficult,” Marc began to monologue. “All you had to do was stay out of the way and tell Dames—”

Marc felt a hand touch his back and was pushed into the same place but a different point in that place. The Suits gone, the cracks in the concrete repaired, and the air crisp and slightly chilly. He cursed in fury.

Back with the two Suits, Diamonds was breathing heavily and the force of magic he had just used to get rid of the Actor for the moment. The Suit coughed up a bit of blood into his mask.

Diamonds dropped to the ground in an exhausted heap. When he next woke up, Diamonds was in the Suits’ hideout, Clubs was sitting next to him.

“Hey, you alright man?” Clubs asked, moving closer.

“I’m not in the base,” Diamonds croaked out, his voice weak and scratchy.

“Nah, and I’m glad I didn’t take you, your suit went back online while you were out,” Clubs told him. “You want to move beds? I just took you to Spades’s observation stretcher because it was closer.”

Diamonds’s face scrunched up in disgust, “Ewww, why am I here?”

“Was closer and I watched Spades scrub the thing down, plus he hasn’t even used it yet.” Clubs said.

“So where’d you put the showy bastard?” Clubs asked.

“Threw him as hard as I could,” Diamonds rasped out. “Took a lot out of me. Never had to throw him anywhere before.”

“Yeah that’s because Dark usually takes care of him,” Clubs reminded. “Just relax, we got some time before any of us have to be anywhere.”

Diamonds nodded, “Just some rest, I believe.”

“I could definitely use some of that,” Club agreed, leaning back in his chair. He chuckled to himself sadly. “A little bit of fucking TLC, or maybe a damn vacation. When was the last time any of us took one of those?”

Diamonds gave a tired puff of breath in agreement. “Been a lot of first this time, might not be here for long.”

“Oh, I hope so,” Clubs thought out loud. “When we’re back, what are you going to do?”

“Guinness, and then a death nap,” Diamonds listed off with his eyes closed, counting on his fingers.

“I feel that,” Clubs chuckled. “I think after I’m back, get this shitty voice box off, and then I’m going to talk with . . . with . . .”

Clubs made an angry growl, “Really, who the fuck is watching Dealer? I’ll talk with my boyfriend and— really? I can say that but not his name? Fucker! So we’ll talk and then we’ll take the twins and go to Dublin, and Cardiff, and maybe we’ll jump the Channel and see the Eiffel Tower if everyone’s up for it,” Clubs let out a wistful half-sigh, half-exhale. “They haven’t gotten to see anything outside of the house yet.”

Diamonds spoke up, his eyes had opened when Clubs had been speaking, not because he wanted to hurt Clubs, but because the other Suit was his friend and deserved to be reminded of something. “Clubs, you do know that if we’re successful then he’s going to—”

“Fuck, Diamonds,” Clubs spat angrily. “I know, I already had the argument with Dealer, I know! I know! So fuck my mission, and fuck Wil. First chance I get I’m putting a bullet in his brain or shove my foot so far up his ass he’ll taste my shoe polish.”

Diamonds wanted to tell him that the Dealer wasn’t going to let him take that chance. That it wouldn’t work. Instead he said, “Let’s take a nap, I think we both need one. I need to get back to the heroes soon.”

The other Suit didn’t comment, they just sat in an angry, uncomfortable silence until Diamonds fell asleep. Diamonds only slept for two hours before he woke back up, disguised himself as J.J and then headed back to the heroes’ base.

Clubs hadn’t been waiting for him in the room when he woke up, Diamonds saw Clubs smoking on the front step as he was talking with Spade. He didn’t stay angry at Diamonds but it was another couple of weeks before anyone brought up that topic of conversation again.

Clubs spent the night talking with Spade planning how to attack the hunters and which mages to go after and which hunters not to attack. They were tired, mentally at least, but the end of their mission would come for them whether they were ready or not.

Then Clubs went for a walk, wanting to clear his head. It was early enough in their mission that no one knew what his outfit meant and the area was so rural that there were no nearby neighbors, only alligators and snakes. The Suit was smoking and just trying to calm down. He was still in his suit so there had to be someone or the Dealer nearby.

Clubs hadn’t been brought here to play games, he’d been brought because his skills were perfect for the mission and he was too determined to quit. He was going to let any villain, hero, or hunter win. He wasn’t going to let the Dealer just steamroll over him. Clubs was an adult, he was a professional. He knew what he was doing.

He knew what he was doing, and there was only one real target to keep track of.

End of Sequence

Conclusion: Actor has been kept at bay, one less variable to keep track of.

#superhero au #masks and maladies #house of cards shorts #markiplier #The Clubs #♣️#the Actor #The Diamonds #♦️#Actor Mark is an absolute diva

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Unveiled Love

Ladybug and Chat Noir have been fighting side by side for the better part of 10 years. Behind the mask, professionalism prevailed and identities were always meant to remain a secret. But when sexual tensions rise, will the thinly veiled masks finally fall? Or will the threats break their partnership in the end?

Written for Smutember 2020.

@smutember

Ao3

Chapter 1 – Dirty Talk

“You know LB. I can be a very purrsuasive kitty.” Chat Noir stated as he leaned back against the beam of the Eiffel Tower, his arm cushioning his head. One knee had been brought up to his chest with his arm laying comfortably over it, while the other leg swayed freely over the platform.

“Hmm.” Ladybug hummed; her lips pursed as her eyes rolled.

“I’m serious! Do you know how many women (and men) try to capture my attention in my civilian form? But I can never spend any of my precious moments ogling anyone else besides you, of course.”

She let out a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. Ladybug looked out into the Parisian skyline and tried to spot out a few stars that managed to peek through the light pollution that veiled the sky. Her legs swayed over the platform like a metronome, her fingers tightly grasped the metal beneath her, and the slight breeze picked up some of the lonely strands of hair that had removed itself from her ponytail.

“Ego much?”

“Never, milady. I only speak in truths.”

Another eyeroll. “Sure, Chat.”

“I’m telling you. You wouldn’t be able to resist this panther.” He solidified that fact with a gesture of his body and a fanged snarl.

“Panther?” She snorted. “I can’t ever see you being more than just a house kitty. Me calling you a tom cat might be pushing it...” She looked back at him and eyed his posture for good measure. “Yeah. Just a basic housecat.”

“Meowch.” Chat stated, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “You really don’t believe I could talk dirty to you and make you enjoy every piece of this devilish charm, do you?”

Ladybug brought her knees up to her chest and stretched her arms over them. She then tilted her head and smirked. She watched as he licked his fangs like a cat before twitching his lips into a lopsided smirk. His thumb reached up to his bottom lip, dragging it slightly down as he let out a breathy chuckle of his own.

Chat had grown a lot over the last ten years. He started as the little boy who was slightly taller than her, had charming good looks, soft fluffy blond hair, and a knack for ill-timed puns. But as he grew, he transformed into this muscular adult – who managed to become a tall glass of water – with soft teased blond locks that was buzzed at the sides, and still had a knack for those ill-timed puns.

But his sweet demeanor and precious smile always made her heart melt. She enjoyed spending every second with him, akuma or not. The little pieces of his life that she could learn about (without revealing too much of their civilian lives) were like little presents at Christmas and made her enjoy him even more.

Then of course with his growth of personality also included the growth of his physique. His suit left little to the imagination, with the skin-tight leather caressing every divot and swell that had formed as he aged.

And boy did he age well.

The definition in his back, to the swell of his ass, the barely-there bulge hiding whatever package god graciously gave him, his thighs big enough that could crack a watermelon if he put enough pressure between them, and his arms that could hold the world. She couldn’t deny how delicious he had grown.

And to her, he was just as sexy and tantalizingly delicious as Adrien fucking Agreste.

If only she could fuck Adrien Agreste, then maybe her dry spell would finally end. But until then, she will just keep ogling Chat’s body until she couldn’t take it anymore.

And she was really, really close to not taking it anymore.

“Fine.” She said quickly, turning her face back towards the skyline.

“Fine?” He asked, straightening his back as if it would help hear her better.

“You heard me. I said fine. Go ahead. See if you can charm this bug with your devilishly dirty words.”

Chat sat there, a little shocked over her sudden, but welcomed, challenge, and gave her one of his cheshire cat smiles.

That smile. That devilish quirk that had her quivering in her panties anytime she saw it. Oh, how much she wanted to kiss that smirk off his face, licking and biting those lips until they swelled, taking him in as she held him close.

But until then, she’ll just tease him with words. It’s not like they could do anything more in their suits that wouldn’t compromise their identities. It was a pity that these identities had to remain a secret. Annoying mostly, but a pity. Her dreams would have to satisfy those needs instead.

And maybe her trusty vibrator.

While Ladybug tried to keep her heart from racing at the thought of Chat getting down and dirty with her, she missed the fact that he was now standing behind her. He didn’t want to spook her. Scaring her to the point that she would fall off the tower was not the best way to turn a lady on. Chat jingled his bell until she turned around and when she did, she let out a tiny gasp.

Chat sauntered over to her, his hips swaying while his belt tail swished behind him. He finally reached her and grasped onto her hands, bringing her up to stand. He took a step back and then stepped slowly around her, eyeing her up and down with a teasing smirk on his face.

Ladybug swallowed thickly, the anticipation turning her on more than she cared to admit. She didn’t move from her position, but her eyes followed him until he stopped behind her, and only her head turned enough to get a better look at him.

He leaned in to the shell of her ear and she momentarily halted her breathing. With a low and sultry voice, Chat started off with a muffled moan and it was in that moment that Ladybug realized there was no way she would be able to handle whatever he was going to say or do. Her legs started to tremble and her knees were ready to buckle.

Chat let out a breathy chuckle.

“Already, milady? My, my my...” He began, taking one step closer so their body heat could mingle together in the breeze. He brushed one claw up and down her arm. “I haven’t even started and your losing yourself. I wonder how far I can go before you fall?”

“I- I-” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know.” He leaned in slightly further and caressed her suit, their bodies only millimeters apart. “Your suit leaves little to my imagination. The curves of your ass look delicious when you run across the rooftops. The way it moves as your speed increases. The way your breasts jiggle as you shift and turn...” He let out a moan and she returned his action by closing her eyes and leaning her head back onto his shoulder, letting out a whimper. “I’m glad my suit helps me keep my cock down, my dear bug, because I’d be showing off my goods every time I'm with you.

“But I can only imagine what your body looks like beneath it. How the warmth of your skin could tease mine. How your torso would fit perfectly under me. How perfect your open legs would be wrapped around my hips. The thoughts of me fucking you until you cum make me wet with want.” He let out a growl and Ladybug could feel her adrenaline spike. “How you would scream my name on your swollen lips as your pussy takes me in.”

“Chat...” She breathed. She couldn’t believe this cat could make her quiver enough to orgasm with words alone.

He made his way around to the front of her body, each step in addition to a verse of poetry. “I’ll touch you in ways you deserve to be touched.” Step. “Loved in ways you deserve to be loved.” Step. “Praise you and worship your body like a goddess on Mount Olympus.” He stopped as he stood face to face, carefully caressing her cheek with his index finger. He whispered. “Fuck you until you can’t stand for days.”

Ladybug let out a gasp and Chat held onto her elbows before she succumbed to the sudden weakness. He smirked.

“Alas, this house kitty must leave before his family calls the police for a missing pet.” He explained as he walked away from her, leaving her stunned in her place. “But no worries, milady. There’s more than this if you're willing to continue.”

Chat winked and withdrew his baton, extending it out over the rooftops and towards his way home. Ladybug finally fell to her knees and groaned into her hands.

“Where's my damn vibrator when I need it.”

#smutember #smutember 2020 #lemon #Unveiled Love

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richie-fuckface-tozier · 5 years

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medicine - reddie wedding

the gay wedding we deserved as a head canon ! also, I was listening to the song medicine by the 1975 and realized how much it radiates reddie energy, so here, enjoy this reddie hc :

- basically fuck all that clown bs that bitch ain’t SHIT

- both Eddie and Stanley are alive? It’s canon Stephen king idk what you’re talking about

- basically Richie and Eddie are happy bitches and love each other so much and we just can’t thank Beverly enough for encouraging both Richie and Eddie to confess their life long feelings for another and Stan for practically exposing them for loving one another

- it went a little like this : they were all at dinner and alcohol was in their veins

- and Eddie and Richie are bickering (per usual)

- Richie pulls some dumb your mom joke again that basically makes no sense and Stan has had : enough for the night so he just says

- “oh god shut the fuck up richie we all know that you’re gay”

- “-actually, that you two are gay. Especially for one another.” He adds sassily.

- Beverly just stares at Stanley angrily because she kind of told him after both Eddie and Richie privately came to her and told her that they both have feelings for each other but Stan’s always speculated it

- obviously I mean

- how couldn’t you

- so richie and eddie are just dead silent alongside the other losers

- and then Richie just says “I’d prefer the term ‘bisexual’ but kudos to you for OUTING me, dickhead”

- Stans just like : 🤷🏻‍♀️

- and Eddie is, for once in his life, just quiet about it

- they don’t talk about it and bill changes the subject as soon as possible to talk and discuss about a new ending he had planned for a new book he’s writing

- in fact, that book is just straight up about 7 kids fighting a killer clown in the sewers and shit

- Bill had planned for him to get the girl, but Ben doesn’t approve (nor does Beverly, to be honest)

- Stans kind of pissed about it too because he gay

- anywho so Eddie sleeps over at Richie’s after

- and Richie knew it was going to get awkward as fuck but Eddie couldn’t help himself on the drive to his place and just shot it out

- “you have feelings for me to?”

- “I mean, you’re annoying as hell, but it’s cute-wait, what do you mean by ‘too’?”

- and Eddie just places his hand on Richie’s

- kudos to Eddie for making the first step ily babe

- still doesn’t mean he’s a top you fuckers

- “I like you, a lot”

- yup so they fuckin at the end of the night

- it’s cute tho cause they gay

- they start to passionately date and although it seems to annoy the fuck out of Stanley he’s so goddamn happy for the two for finally making it happen

- he’s been legit rooting for them since ‘89

- hardcore and first reddie shipper

- so like not long after Richie actually manages to get his grandmothers ring or something

- Eddie has tiny hands™️

- and after three months he already proposes and it’s so inappropriately adorable

- like, he had planned this whole romantic gesture when they travelled to Paris to support Beverly at her fashion show, and Richie was going to do it completely cliché under the stars at the Eiffel Tower

- turns out, he accidentally does it at one of his stand up comedy shows

- btw, a bitch is : famous

- cowrites and acts in some snl sketches and oml Eddie couldn’t be more proud of him

- so at one of his stand up shows, he’s talking about Eddie, something he usually does

- Eddie couldn’t be there for that show but he definitely watched it on tv

- richies also in a completely different state and he returns 3 days after that show

- so Richie says some shit along the lines “so, my boyfriends a bitch. But it’s okay, because soon, I’ll make him my bitch”

- he’s kind of unaware that Eddie’s seeing all of this

- “that sounds wrong, which it is, I can assure you that. But it’s okay, I love him, more than I love his mom”

- his fans love his mom jokes, especially because they know it’s about Eddie’s mom

- at some point he just lovingly but stupidly goes “fuck, man, sometimes I just look at him for like 30 minutes and think ‘shit, he likes me back’ and I watch him do these small noises while he sleeps and how he smiles when I gently touch his hair or when I kiss his forehead, and I watch him blush...and I’m just thinking ‘marry me, you bitch!’” He yelled and Eddie was kind of surprised, but his heart was fluttering so much

- especially when he saw the beautiful ring Richie showed to the crowd

- “so, yeah, I’m a dumbass. I was supposed to propose just a few weeks ago in Paris, you know, the usual cliché bullshit, but I forgot the ring back in LA! And then I was about to do it in a Taco Bell, you know, propose, but my hands were all greasy and I couldn’t even properly hold the steering wheel after that. And now-”

- he stopped, falling on one knee

- “I’m just gonna propose? On stage? Without him noticing?”

- yep Richie definitely had some drinks before that but Eddie couldn’t stop laughing and blushing and crying and ugh

- Richie starts pouring his heart and soul out but with humor obviously added and at some point he just repeats I love you like a hundred times over again and jumps around with his hyper ass

- people are enjoying this gay mess

- “should I say, will you marry me, eds? Or will you lawfully take me as your bitch?” He asked to the crowd and everyone had different answers, which just made him laugh.

- “he’ll complain about me calling him eds, so that could guarantee a no”

- he stopped about the proposing for a while and Eddie definitely had no proper sleep for the next 3 days

- Richie just comes home on a rainy night and Eddie’s already ready for bed, and when he answers the door he just jumps into Richie’s arms and kisses him oh so passionately

- “I do, Richie. I do. I want to be yours.” He whispered against his lips and for a second there Richie was completely confused but smiled and they both started crying and being in passionate love

- Stanley when he finds out, Jesus.

- stan has emotions? Hell yeah a whole LOT of them

- anyway back to the gay wedding

- so it’s the 20th of April

- yes, Richie chose that date and Eddie just thought it was a normal date without any meaning whatsoever

- man oh man was he wrong by the time the invites were sent

- Richie’s wearing a suit, a black one, it’s nice but casual and he took maybe 4 hours to choose the right one for the right one

- Eddie is wearing a white suit that so nice and soft and silky and he’s so in love with it

- and under Richie’s request, or well rather damand, he’s wearing a small veil with a small flower hair clip on the side of his hair (que, Stefon’s fairwell)

- Eddie is : panacking on their wedding day and Bill and Mike help him calm down as much as possible

- his inhaler won’t even help he’s a : mess

- Richie is pretty chill and everyone’s just like ??? what the fuck you’re marrying the love of your life today you dickwad and he’s just like “okay”

- but that all seems to change when Eddie walks down the eisle and Richie just gets so weak in the knees

- it’s like seeing him the first time

- btw, their first encounter was at the pharmacy of the summer of ‘86, richie tried contact lenses for the first time that summer and had to pick them up, but he stupidly forgot his glasses that day so he just ended up bumping through the entire store

- including Eddie

- Eddie was way too soft at that time and he just looked at him and helped him all the way to the counter and helped him get his prescription and fuck

- Richie could tell by his voice and his blurry vision that he saw an angel

- they had multiple classes together but Bill was the first one to really introduce him to the losers

- anyway Richie’s almost crying and Eddie is nearly having a heart attack

- but as soon as he arrives and everyone applauds, Richie just takes his hand to assure that he’s doing okay

- Richie is wearing contact lenses btw

- Eddie is so soft for that shit because he knows how deep Richie takes things and knows it’s about their first encounter

- Richie didn’t really think about that though until Eddie referenced it later and he’s like “yeah, uhhh, totallyyyyy” but he just didn’t want to wear his glasses on his wedding day

- especially because they broke the night before on his bachelor party

- don’t even ask unless you want a single hc for THAT

- they don’t even listen to the priest talking and just admire each other’s presence

- Richie doesn’t even hear him say “will you take eduard kaspbrak as your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death-”

- “oh please, have you met me? I will love the hell out of this bitch”

- Eddie is just so embarrassed but he loves him so much so he’s the first to crack up after everyone went dead silent and gasped

- “you really had to say hell, Tozier?”

- “sorry, tozier in 5 minutes”

- Eddie blushes and it’s his turn to say, after the priest took that as an obvious I do, and Eddie just immediately blurts out and can’t even hold his excitement, jumping up and down for the priest to finish before saying himself “I do, till death tear us apart”

- Richie cries, Eddie cries, Stanley’s SOBBING (Stanley btw, Richie’s best man), Beverly and Ben and mike and Bill are all crying the hell out of them

- bev is Eddie’s bridesmaid and the other losers basically are too lmao

- “I will now pronounce you husbands-” Richie is already eating Eddie’s face and everyone’s jumping up and applauding

- everyone’s throwing white roses after them as they get out, Richie holding Eddie bridal style to the limousine

- they spend the wedding in a nice hall and the decorations are whites and wine red

- decoration and designing both by Ben and Beverly. They really went all out with this and the two couldn’t thank them enough.

- red velvet cake with both Richie and Eddie as figures on them.

- after Richie’s request, they made Eddie purposely smaller and Richie’s just loving Eddie’s anger about this but it’s not too bad because it’s his wedding day, with the love of his life

- Stanley makes a toast, prepare to cry :

- “Maybe since 1988 I’ve been waiting to call Eddie Eddie Tozier. I sometimes did when Richie wasn’t around because I didn’t want to be that mean to Richie. I knew he had hardcore feelings for him. Richie was so in love with him that he’d sometimes come to me crying about Eddie, how much he loves him. I was the first one to know. I was the only one to know.”

- Beverly stands up, going on : “Eddie told me he loved Richie. It was first a like situation, but it truly and quickly turned into true love. I was always there to support Eddie. I could never be mad about it.”

- Bill goes on, saying “I-I never knew until n-now, b-but I c-couldn’t be more proud of them. I d-don’t know how I would’ve thought about it b-back then, them being homosexual, but then was then, and now is now. I am so happy for them.”

- Ben says “I couldn’t think of anyone else for them. Richie belongs to Eddie. Eddie belongs to Richie. They were meant for each other. God wanted this. No one knows how important this love story is, and I am so glad I can be apart of this.”

- Mike, finally stands up and adds “all of this bickering was just them confessing their love for another over and over again” he pauses to laugh with the others, and Eddie and Richie are crying so much, Eddie more than Richie. Eddie’s sobbing but Richie, his tears are just falling down and he’s holding onto Eddie’s hand with the ring on with his own ring wearing hand. “So, us losers, we couldn’t be more proud of how you two have finally made it. You two deserve one another. Till death do you apart”

- stan finally ends off with “honestly, I’m great full that I accidentally drunkenly said that you two loved each other” everyone laughs, alongside the two. “But you two were simply meant to be, and even though I always seemed like I hated you two, it was just me being sick and tired of you not finally kissing one another.” He smiled. “Till death do you apart” everyone says, raising their glasses, and everyone else does so too.

- they all party and eat cake a little until the wedding dance is on. Their song is ‘medicine’ by the 1975. Richie and Eddie loved the 1975 and it once played on this playlist Richie made for Eddie and then the whole day long they were just dancing to it

- this was pre-engagement by the way, turns out they were learning their wedding dance all along

- so they dance, Richie takes the man role of the dance, and Eddie just has his hands wrapped around Richie’s neck. They can’t stop looking at each other and kissing each other and they both always mouth along the song, especially at the chorus

- “in case you’re my medicine, yeah you’re my medicine”

- Richie softens up at the part “I, i wanna marry you”

- after the dance everyone applauds of course and they just party a little

- maybe around 4am everyone else goes home except the losers. The losers go to the beach and hang out together until the sunrise.

- it’s so beautiful because they make a small fire and then just watch the sunrise and Eddie and Richie are just so in : love

- and everyone’s so happy for them

- Jesus Stanley can’t stop crying and Richie makes fun of him forever for that

- they all go home and Richie and Eddie into their new home, which is so nice, and then

- ya know

- they fuck

- and after that, Eddie falls asleep first, Richie can’t stop staying awake and he just looks at the ceiling with Eddie in his arms, wearing the brightest smile he’s ever worn, and just whispers to himself

- “holy shit, he likes me back”

- and then he just admires Eddie and at some point, he falls asleep

- they’re the happiest together, don’t come for me

- it’s canon you fuckersssss

- also they adopt a pomaranian and later a girl

- aLSO (nearly forgot to add this, I came up with this during bills part of the speech) bill ends his story with the two best friends of the main characters ending up together, although he nearly killed off one of the characters, he edited it and they end up together and live a happy life together

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #itchapter2 #reddie #reddiehcs #headcanon #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #stanley uris #mike hanlon #the 1975 #medicine

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psyleedee · 5 years

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Turning An Old Page. (Dean×Castiel.)

Words: 2k.

Pairing: Dean W.× Castiel.

by psyleedee.

Dean tapped on the man's broad shoulder and watched as his back muscle flexed when he turned around.

Cas's eyes blew wide and his mouth parted open, as he met Dean's eyes. God, he looked just as beautiful as he did before. Dean could even trace the fine lines around his eyes and forehead, and well, even though he was aging, he looked more than better. His hair was messed up just like it used to be before, and Dean wanted to reach out and brush his fingers through it.

"Hey."

Dean croaked, his voice barely audible.

It's not easy, y'know, facing someone you know you've hurt so much.

Cas pressed his hips back against the kitchen counter as if trying to move back from Dean. Mindlessly, Dean's eyes wandered over Cas's lips and he reminisced about a time, when he could claim them whenever he wanted and it would leave his ex-fiance a blushing mess.

"Hey..."

Cas mumbled softly, and Dean managed to give him an awkward little smile, playing with his fingers to press down his nervousness.

That voice... Nothing had changed except for the fact that Cas looked a little older. More mature.

Dean somehow attempted to look up at him, his eyes drifting over Cas's plush pink lips, his bright cheeks and-

And those beautiful blue eyes.

Dean had promised himself he would move on from those. But he couldn't. He simply couldn't. Because those eyes... they had beamed with pride when he had graduated, even though Cas had graduated with him as well; they had filled with affection and excitement when he proposed, slipping a shiny gold ring over Cas's fingers; they had filled with worry, the first time he had gone too far with his drinks, and then they eventually became hollow with pain, brimming with tears when Cas had quietly slipped the golden ring off his finger and placed it in Dean's hands.

"I, uhm-"

Dean swallowed anxiously, eyes averting towards the cold drink in Cas's hand.

"How are you, Dean?"

Cas asked, his voice was low, but something about the calm way Cas had asked him reminded Dean of the day Cas had sat Dean down and questioned him about his health.

"I'm good Cas... You?"

Dean finally relaxed, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket and resting his body against the edge of the island counter.

"I'm good too..."

Cas nodded slowly, raising the drink to his lips and taking a small sip.

"I... I didn't think you'd want to talk to me..."

Dean muttered. It was the truth, Dean was paranoid about the whole thing. Why would Cas talk to him? Would he even spare a glance when he saw Dean? He needed answers. Now was the time.

"I... neither did I... But here we are." Cas scoffed, eyes wandering down Dean's chest.

"So, uh, how's life?" Dean shrugged, pressing his lips tightly before looking up at Cas, meeting his eyes.

Castiel nodded his head and twitched his lip.

"Normal... Kind of... I published a few books last year, got promoted to editor-in-chief at the news agency. Started yoga, watched some shows... Pretty fine..." Cas sipped his drink and glanced at Dean. "You?"

"It's okay... a little empty without someone to love..."

Oh god. Why did I say that? Cas must think I'm a clingy little jerk.

"True..."

Cas eyes traveled over Dean's arms, up to his neck, and to his eyes. Dean caught and held his gaze, and for just a moment, everything fit right into place. Cas gave him another weak smile, but this time Dean could see how close his facade was to breaking down.

Home.

That was what Cas used to be for Dean. The bright smile plastered to his face when Dean would come home from work, drained and exhausted; but that smile would boost him up like electricity; the way Cas would bury himself in Dean's arms, pulling them both down on the couch until they were so engrossed in making out, that the only thing that could separate them was the faint burning smell coming from the kitchen. Cas would push Dean off and run to the kitchen as Dean laughed his ass off. Even the smallest things reminded him of Cas these days. Like the miniature Eiffel Tower statue placed on Dean's dresser, the one Dean had bought him in Paris, when they had gone for their first ever trip. It never failed to make Dean smile, when he looked at it, reminiscing about all the time they had spent there together.

Pain.

That was what Cas reminded Dean of, now. The veiled look of sorrow in Cas's deep blue eyes when Dean had woken up, drunk and passed out on the couch, empty rum and whiskey bottles lying on the table. The quivering, shaking of Cas's harsh voice as he yelled at Dean, the underlying grief not so subtle. The way Cas had furiously packed his bag, weeks after Dean had been drinking his life to shit. The soft 'I can't do this, Dean... I can't keep cleaning up your mess', that kept buzzing through Dean's mind. How Cas had taken his ring off, just a month before their marriage; his wet, tear-stained face glaring at Dean as he sobbed, yelling at Dean to get his life back before he lost everything. Dean hadn't been able to bear it... He just couldn't...

Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

It had been more than a year now. One year, five months, four days.

"You seeing anyone?" Dean asked nonchalantly.

Cas faltered slightly, shrugging and shaking his head.

"Not really... Just a few dates with a man I met at this writer's meet a few months ago... Nothing much, really." Cas drank the remains of his cup and placed it next to him on the counter.

"Huh..." Dean stepped forward, his body moving into Cas's space. Cas visibly tensed up, his back straightening, eyes flickering down Dean's lips and up to his eyes.

Dean, however, looked down at his feet, before pulling one of his hands out of his pocket, and looking up at Cas. But this time, Cas could clearly see the resolution in his eyes.

"I wanted to give you something. I needed to." Dean whispered softly. At that moment, he cared for nothing except Castiel. He did not care for the muffled music playing in the living room, or the faint non-stop chatter that went on around them in the dining area. The kitchen was empty, save for themselves, and the only lights were dim blue light fixtures. Dean was pretty sure Africa by Toto was playing softly outside, but he didn't care.

"What?" Cas asked, eyes searching Dean's.

Before Dean could stop himself, he brushed his closed fist against Cas's palm, pressing the contents of his hand into Cas's. Dean glanced up at Cas to see his expressions change instantly after being handed the small-

"Wha-"

Cas brought his hand up, unfurling his fist to reveal a small, bronze-colored chip. Cas brought it up close to his eyes to examine it. Dean watched as Cas examined it, before gasping softly. He jerked his head towards Dean, mouth still parted and eyes intrigued.

"A- a sobriety chip?"

Dean nodded and gave Cas a shy smile. Cas flipped it over and examined it again, silently reading the engravings on it.

"For a year?" Cas questioned, finally turning to Dean.

"Yeah..."

"Oh god... Dean that's... that's commendable, really..." Cas smiled at Dean and slid his hand over Dean's cheek, cupping his jaw. The touch almost electrocuted Dean, and he swore he saw sparks fly out Cas's hand. God, why'd he have to do that? Cas's smile was wide and genuine like the one Dean was so in love with.

"Thanks..." Dean smiled, not able to contain himself. A feral, careless part of him wanted to swoop Cas into his arms and kiss him until they couldn't breathe. But his more conscious mind knew better. Cas and he... they were... they were nothing. They had been before, the best of friends, the most passionate of lovers and the sweetest of fiances' until Dean had to go and... and mess it all up.

"I don't... I don't understand...?"

Cas eyed the chip strangely before turning to Dean again. They were close, oh, so close, Dean could practically count Cas's eyelashes.

He took a deep breath, letting his hand fall against Cas's as he nuzzled into Cas's touch. Their fingers played quietly with each other's.

"You know Cas... people say, you don't really know what something is worth until you lose it... And I-" Dean sighed, "-it's true... After you left Cas, I didn't know what to do... I tried calling you, again and again and again-"

"I needed time, Dean-"

"I don't blame you... I mean, if I could go back in time, I'd probably punch myself in the face and tell myself to cut the bullshit and, and get going, y'know... But you... you were there with me for so long... even when it hurt you... For the longest time... Just cleaning up after me, no matter what... you didn't deserve that... you deserved someone who would've loved you, cared for you, not sulk down all day and keep drinking cause his father was an overall asshole... You were so strong for me and I never realized just how much I needed you until you left..."

Dean brought his left hand up, holding onto Cas's hand over his jaw. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and Dean sniffed.

"I didn't know what to do Cas, I mean, not in a metaphorical way but really... I didn't show up to work... I used whatever money I had for beer and I'd pass out on the floor. I couldn't pay the bills, I couldn't eat... It was such a mess... And dad, on top of that... And, you know I kept thinking to myself how much I wanted you back... how much I regretted letting it get that worse..."

Dean paused for breath, eyes fixed onto Cas's. He stroked his thumb over Cas's wrist gently, lips quivering slowly.

"Four months Castiel. It took me four months to realize what I needed to change. Every day I'd look at our pictures, and your ring and I'd think, I'm probably the biggest fool to exist on earth to even think of letting you go..." Dean scoffed and looked down mindlessly.

"So I started a new job... Used some of my savings to y'know, kinda push myself up, got into an Alcoholics Anonymous group, started being regular to that, just- just started getting my shit together... Not as fast though... I'm still thriving on a month's salary but I'm here, and I'm standing- I'd call that progress..."

Cas smiled at that, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something.

"-But there's still... there's still something missing Cas... y'know what I'm saying?"

Cas nodded quietly, and Dean wiped his own cheek.

"I'm good, technically, yeah... I mean I have a stable job now, no alcohol or cigarettes or whatever, I've got enough money to maintain my house... but I- I need you Cas... I don't know how long I can stay alone, just thinking of when we were together... Cause I can't... I don't know how to not love you... and I can't help it..."

Dean trailed off, yet more tears streaming down his cheek.

"D-Dean-"

Cas finally spoke up, and Dean glanced up at him, noting the crack in his voice. Cas's eyes were visibly glassy, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Look- I'm not asking you to say yes immediately, or leave everything and move in with me. I'm not even asking you to go back to how it was... I'm just asking you to consider it... Once-"

Dean breathed out shakily, eyes shutting as he rested his forehead against Cas's. Cas's breath was hot and shaky against his cheek, but even then, after all these years, Dean melted when Cas's other hand reached up around his neck, stroking his nape delicately.

"Cas..."

"Just kiss me... please..."

Cas muttered and that's all it took to completely shatter the thick wall of self-control Dean had built so meticulously.

Dean pulled his hands away, only to slide them down Cas's thighs, and push him up on the counter. Their lips met so flawlessly as if nothing had changed, as if they were what they had always been. Dean's lips tasted every inch of Cas's mouth, relishing in the taste of the sweet drink that Cas had been drinking, shoving his tongue everywhere and anywhere he could. Cas reciprocated just as warmly, hands squeezing Dean's neck and shoulder as he pushed his mouth deeper onto Dean's, carefree, no matter what was happening. Dean ran his hand through Cas's hair, tilting his face and devouring as much as he could of Cas's mouth.

Their chests collided, pressing and pulling away rhythmically as they rocked together, faces practically melting into each other's. For a brief moment, Cas pulled away to catch his breath, panting and huffing.

Dean huffed as well, regaining his breath, and smiled, as wide as he possibly could.

"I missed you..."

Cas murmured, and nudged his nose onto Dean's cheek fondly, kissing the corner of Dean's lips, stroking his back affectionately.

"I missed you too, angel."

Dean murmured, heart finally full and pieced back together.

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 1

And here we go !

This is the last chapter of Liam’s 1st year at the university. It’s a long one, so be ready ;)

A new pov will replace Barbara starting now, I hope you’ll like it.

Damian-Nicholas Smith Carrey Friday March 8, in France

When people said him that he could write a book about his life, he never imagined what kind of book it would be. But now, he had quite an accurate idea. He would call it : 'How to change from the most famous hunter to a stupid and naive man in love'. He had gone through step one for a long time now : have a fucking ridiculous teenage crush. And now, he started step two : be in a relationship with your so-called crush. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't someone easily flustered. At least on paper. But when it come to the baboon, it was a true disaster. He must have left his pride back in the US.

"What do you think ? Isn't this one better ?" asked Liam.

The junior looked at him, his brows furrowed. They were doing shopping for souvenir. Well, the baboon searched little things for his siblings and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey tagged along.

"I dunno. There are the same to me."

One was a key chain with the eiffel tower, the other with the Arc de Triomphe. Both were low quality products anyway. But the baboon finally picked one, and they went out of the store.

"Where are we going next ?" asked the blond lad. "There is plenty of time before our departure..."

"I bought everything I wanted." replied his boyfriend. "So I thought we could hum... take some time for us ?"

He blushed when he said the last word, which made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey blush too, and then they both blushed even more. This is an endless circle of pathetic shyness. I mean, I eat ass every other day, so why am I so prude right now ?

"Fine." he agreed anyway. "Lead the way."

They honestly had a good time. It was fucking weird to enjoy this at much as sex. Maybe even more. They went for walk the length of the Seine. Liam ate a box of pastries along the way and they talked about this and that. This is the end of my damned life. I'm having a silly conversation with someone. It must be the first time since... I don't even fucking remember. They were on their way back when Liam sighed.

"I'm happy to have you Dami." he whispered.

All this romantic bullshit was so embarrassing. Do I like it or not ? Just get a grip dude ! Not only he was having a damn date with his boyfriend, but he also looked like the flustered one here ! No one must ever know it happened. The baboon took his hand.

"I'm serious you know ?" he continued. "I mean, I'm still very worried about a lot of stuff... Nate is my main concern, but I'm also still preoccupied by my father. And I can't deny my story with Kilian is giving me an headache. But I'm really happy to know you're here."

"First of all baboon, it doesn't suit you to be so serious." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey while trying to regain composure. "Secondly, there is nothing in what you said that can't wait tomorrow. You've the right to enjoy a little time for yourself with someone you love."

Liam blushed. He kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Holy crap. I'm getting good at the cheesy stuff too. Well, it wasn't surprising : Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was good at everything.

This evening on the plane, the junior felt a weird dread through his whole body. Suddenly, he stressed about his relationship. But there is nothing new... I mean, we already were a couple before. So what is different ? He quickly put his finger on it. I said to the baboon I loved him. I confessed my weakness. The hunters shall never know. Nobody in the university, for that matter. There are already too many fucking people aware of our relationship. I don't trust anyone about this.

"Hey dude."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey glared at the sophomore who hailed him. It was the dipshit called Matthew, Theo's heir.

"What the hell are you doing here ?" he asked. "Want to suck my prick ?"

The cocky lad (it was obvious this guy was an arrogant bastard) smiled.

"Maybe another time. I just wanted to say D.R sent me the contract regarding Barbara. She has to stay away from Colton and all his friends starting now. So you won't see her again much."

"Don't give me that crap, idiot. I don't care about the roach. You can fuck her, so go on. Isn't it what you wanted since the beginning ?"

Matthew's smile grew larger. I can definitely see the ressemblance with this shitty Theophile now.

"Just go away, moron." he concluded.

Liam Sunday March 10 back in the US

"This trip has done some damage..."

The young lad bite his lips. I knew I had indulged a lot but that's quite a change...

"Do you dislike it ?" asked Nate, while slumping on his bed.

"Not really..."

He had been ages since the last time Liam had looked properly at his reflection. He was pleased with his general body shape. His face was finely chiseled. He had strong biceps and triceps. His legs were robust but thick just like his chest. His pecs were nicely standing out. Even his back was kind of burly. But where three month ago he had a blossoming six pack, he had now a modest amount of squishy flab. His bulging waistline was easily noticeable since he was only in briefs. But he wasn't dissatisfied.

"I think I like myself." Liam whispered.

"And that's a good thing." mumbled his bestfriend, his eyes closed. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

The chesnut lad outlined a smile. I'm glad to see Nate is talking more and more. He was also pretty sure Dami won't judge him for a little bulk.

"I mean..." resumed the other lad. "You're even well-endowed."

It made Liam blush like hell. (Not that he didn't take the compliment.) (Who could blame him ?).

The freshman expected things to improve since they came back from France. After all, Nate was getting better, Nick was actually making some progress at swimming and Dami literally confessed his feelings. It looked like the unicorns were finally powerful enough to repel the forces of evil. (After all, he had been feeding them with his dreams for months now !). So when a girl went to talk to him during his training this afternoon, he completely ignored her. (Not on purpose of course !). He was just so happy that he couldn't focus on anything. He went throught weight lifting and then legs exercises without noticing the many people who accosted him. He left campus without taking note of the lustful looks around him. I think I'm happy. The talk with Kilian had freed him. He was so glad to know the force of evils failed to take his ex-boyfriend. Anyhow, he finally went to work. As soon as he arrived, Judy came to him.

"Oh god Liam here you are ! I was so worried !" she shouted.

He blinked, not sure to have heard right. (Not that he often didn't heard people or anything...). What was she worried about ? Did he forget something important ? Something life-saving ? Maybe the aliens were gonna attack soon ?

"Liam focus ! I'm trying to have a conversation here !"

Judy clicked her fingers right under his eyes, breaking his thoughts.

"Are you alright ? Did someone do something to you ?"

"What ? No." he replied, surprised. "Why ?"

She frowned.

"Are you and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still a couple ?" she eventually asked.

Liam blushed. I think I'm supposed to keep it a secret but... He could trust Judy, right ?

"We are." he replied. "But what is your point ?"

"Be prudent when you're not with him okay ? I never thought I would say that one day, but I think you're safer with him around. Even if I still bet he'll hurt you in the end, like he did with everyone else."

Liam nodded. Their boss was calling them. I'm not sure I understand what she meant... However, he was certain Dami wouldn't said "I love you" so lightly. I'm special to him, I'm at least sure of that.

When he arrived at their flat tonight, Nick announced Nate wasn't there. Apparently, he had left for a talk with Archibald. It reminded Liam there were still things he wanted to improve in his life. My bestfriend and my poor family situation should be my priorities. He had no doubt the unicorns would agree on this. Besides, everything was linked to the forces of evil anyway. He grabbed a slice of pie in the fridge and joined his roommate. (Of course a pie made by Dami. Now that he had tasted his boyfriend's pastries, it was very hard to eat anything else to be honest.). (Once you visited heaven, you wouldn't come back, right ?).

"I can tell he's doing better." said Nick while staring at the screen of his console. "But I also can tell he went through something very disturbing. What do you think they're talking about so often ?"

"I don't know." admitted Liam. "But Dami assured me Archibald was a good guy so I trust him."

Of course, the chestnut lad wanted to help. And yes, I want to know what happened. (Curiosity is not a sin). (Glutonny is, but Liam didn't think much about it).

"Yeah well, until now we can say whatever he's doing is working." agreed Nick. "You should go to sleep... Wait, are you snacking ?"

Liam took a mouthful of his pie and chewed happily.

"This is just too good." he explained.

"You were sooooo against food at the beginning of the year." laughed his roommate. "I never imagined you were such a foodie."

Well... Seems like I changed my mind.

Nicolas Monday March 11 – Tuesday March 12

< Imagenius : yo what's up ? >

< TheSavior : long story short it sucked. I m better looking at my screen and playin'. Wht abut you pal ? >

< Imagenius : long story short my roommate is fuckin' loud while talkin' with her new friends. I hate people with actual life you know ? They remind me I'm a loser >

< TheSavior : won't say I know the feeling cuz I dont. >

< Imagenius : lol becuz right youre so popular >

< TheSavior : at least i hav friends outside a lame chat bruh >

< Imagenius : bruh >

< Abeautifulwomen : guys I do to. >

< Imagenius : as if a man who claims to be a girl could. Anyway Sav can you send us another pic of this cute roommate of yours ? Pretty please ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Same. But hey Ima are ya gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker ? >

< TheSavior : need 2g. I'll turn the chat off. I don't hav any another pic >

* Abeautifulwoman is offline *

* Imagenius is offline *

* TheSavior is offline *

Nick sighed and looked at the clock. Almost midnight. Nice. I can still play. He slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. First of all, he needed supplies. The raven-haired boy opened the fridge and grabbed a slice of pie and a beer. Two beers. He knew Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had cooked it for Liam but whatever. His friend wouldn't mind. Nick came back to his room and turned his console on. A sligh whine came from his roommate's bedroom. Nate was having a nightmare again, he guessed. It was happening every other day. Not like if I could just ask what's wrong. If he doesn't talk to Liam, he won't talk to me. The lad drank his beer and started to play. He was good at it at least. He finished the level rather quickly, only to notice he had already ate the pie and emptied the beers. Again, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry, but he liked to play while chewing something. This time, he opted for ice cream. And beer of course. Then, he took his playing up again. One hour later, he was done with two more level. And he had devoured the ice cream. So once more, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder I'm fat. He put his snacks on the counter and patted his belly. When he had entered college he had been a twig. But the sudden freedom allowed him to indulge without his parents constant nagging. Maybe he had enjoyed it a bit too much. When he had come back at home for the christmas holidays they weren't very happy about his changes. Himself had been surprised to discover he had already hit the freshman 15. Now this limit was beyond him. I checked when we came back from France. I weight 89 kg (196 pounds) now. Almost 200. Nick shrugged. He didn't really care. He took his snack and continued to play.

The next morning, he got ready quickly. Unlike Liam, he wasn't dozy on the morning. Well, Liam was dozy all the time so bad comparison. They left together for the first lecture. When they arrived, the first thing Nick noticed was Barbara. The girl hated him for some absurd reason. She was so obnoxious. Then, he glimpsed Rebecca. Another one he couldn't understand at all.

"And to think I've been interested in her..." he mumbled.

Liam didn't hear him. That was the good thing with this dude. I could've been screaming, he wouldn't notice. They joined Colton who greeted them warmly. Nick turned on his gameboy but he wasn't paying attention to the screen. He knew the game by heart since middleschool anyway. Instead, he looked at his friends. He often did that without them noticing. Everyone assumed he was just another nerd but he was an observant nerd. Their trip in France had took a toll on Liam waistline aswell. If I'm looking closely enough, I'm sure even Colton's ever slim frame must've softened a bit. Nick was pretty sure this one would lost it in one day or two. As for his dreamy roommate... I think he will keep it on purpose. He seems to like it. Well, both of them were handsome anyway. The raven-haired boy didn't have this luck. He heard someone laugh behind him. The person whispered something about pokemon being a lame game. Another talked about his little bathing in the Seine. Not a day I want to remember. Seriously, classes were so boring...

Noon eventually came. Nick hit the buffet of the cafeteria like a ravenous beast. He needed his daily amount of junkfood to functiun properly.

"What do you think about the math assignment ?" asked Colton. "Shall we work on it tonight ?"

"I finished it already." he revealed. "But I'm sure Liam would be glad to do it with you."

Of course, his roommate wasn't listening. He was looking away while munching on home-made cookies. And new thing, he was crooning. I know some very weird people but they can't hold a candle to him. Nick discreetly kicked him under the table.

"Uh... What ?"

"Welcome back to earth." he said. "Colton wanted to ask you something."

Nick didn't listen to their conservation. He had glimpsed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey in the crowd. Another strange dude. Since I came here, I met too many real character. He looks pissed. I mean, more than usual. He was talking to a girl. Well, probably insulting the girl to be fair.

"... Swimming tonight ?"

The raven-haired lad turned his attention towards Colton.

"No thanks." he replied when he had guessed the question. "I'm not very... at ease when there are so many people watching me."

His friend smiled.

"Of course."

* TheSavior is online *

* Abeautifulwomen is online *

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : yo ! Day was booooring. How was yours ? >

< TheSavior : Same as usual. Couldn't wait to be back in my flat >

< Abeautifulwomen : Mine was fine. I don't actually leav my flat. Lucky me ! >

< Imagenius : Btw guys there is something up in my college. I heard ppl sayin a big hunt started. Don't know what that meant but they were very excited. Apparently, the prey is one of a kind ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Funny. Do you think they hunt human ? >

< TheSavior : I'm sure they're talkin abut a treasure hunt or smthg. We shuld play. >

< Imagenius : Nah Sav it was about a real person. They want him but idk why. Maybe he did something wrong. Beauty yu didnt hear anythg from your boss friend ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : He doesnt control every college in the country duh. Last time he called he was very very very very very angry :3 I got a dick pick thanks to that ! >

< Imagenius : You really are gay. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I told yu im a girl >

< TheSavior : Come play and stop the chichat. Wdc abut a fke hunt nor ur fke dick pick >

< Imagenius : Aye sir >

< Abeautifulwomen : Aye sir >

To be continued

Tadaa. Something is going on in the community, but what could it be ?! I can only tell you Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey will have a lot of work to do. Liam is in a happy bubble, but you know me, it won’t last long.

And welcome Nick. He has been a steady presence in the background since the beginning, so he earned his own pov. He’s on a group chat with two other people... Maybe you’ll be able to guess who they are ;)

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #weight gain #stuffing #mention of beer #A lot of food #Some strangers #What is happening ?#Chapter 4 #Part 1

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johannesviii · 4 years

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Top 12 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2000

This was the hardest list to make so far, so yeah, it’s a top twelve because I felt disgusting cutting the last two songs. Oh well. Screw the rules.

I turned 12 that year! I had my own cd player, which was also a radio! I could make tapes and burn cds. I could even BUY cds too if I saved all my money for a couple of months! School wasn’t great, because of some bullies, but I still had some friends. I loved Pokemon and drawing in the park. Life felt good.

Music had never sounded better.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

Not gonna lie, this list changed A LOT over the course of this post and I had to rearrange it several times. And then I gave up and changed it into a top 12. Also, this list of honorable mentions could almost make it a top 20 since several of these (half of them, actually) were on the top at some point.

All the small things (Blink 182) - I’m really glad these guys are still around today, to be honest. They always make me smile when I hear their new songs on the radio.

The Riddle (Gigi d’Agostino) - Love it, but it loses some of its appeal without the music video.

Lady (Modjo) - I claim overplay for this cut.

L’Alizé (Alizée) - More on that later.

Move your body (Eiffel 65) - Would have made the list in a more mediocre year, I swear.

Optimistique-moi (Mylène Farmer) - I literally said “self-care” before making this cut. Also the music video is great, it’s an artist trying to escape from some sort of nightmare circus, and a magician helps her. Very underrated music video.

Music (Madonna) - The most painful cut of all. I absolutely loved this song and how weird and disjointed and broken it sounded, and had it on several tapes. And yet there’s no room for it even with a top 12.

And now, the actual list. Warning: it starts with a curveball.

12 - J’pète les plombs (Disiz La Peste)

US: Not on the list / FR: #29

A French rap song about a guy losing his job and being stuck in traffic and subsequently going postal.

Here’s the kicker, though. This guy was rapping for my city, and this music video was filmed mostly in the estate I was living in at the time! That McDonalds at the beginning? It was across the street! That bus stop was in front of high school! Heck, I painted the rocks in that park at the end several times already!

And it became a huge hit!! You have no idea how excited we were in middle school. Everyone knew the lyrics (translation here)! Even if some parts were very rude! We still loved it! We were quoting the entirety of the McDonalds part where the guy wants an egg in his sandwich and is ready to fire a harpoon to get it. “Désolé, il est midi et après midi eh ben l’mac morning c’est fini” was a goddamn meme here.

It would probably have been less funny if the singer didn’t look like a cute nerd, it turns the music video into a hilarious parody. Especially because instead of a gun, he’s menacing people with a harpoon, a giant wooden hammer and a water pistol.

Legends only.

11 - One More Time (Daft Punk)

US: Not on the list / FR: #30

Around the World was a repetitive song, and while I kinda liked it, I didn’t quite get the hype around it at the time. But One More Time is a huge party, and everybody is invited, and all the drama stays at the door, and everyone just has a great time. And it has one of the most fitting music videos ever.

It’s a monster of a song, and even if it’s still a bit too repetitive to be listened to on a loop, it was a delight everytime it was on the radio. And it still is! Godspeed, Daft Punk.

10 - Innamoramento (Mylène Farmer)

US: Not on the list / FR: #91

I really, really tried to keep her off the list. And I failed. Innamoramento, the album, is one of my favorite albums of one of my favorite French artists ever and I’m weak, and out of the five (five) singles out of that album, I only managed to leave two out of my top 10 lists.

This sounds absolutely fantastic. There’s no way I could kick it off the list, even to make room for a guy who was rapping for my estate. And not even for goddamn Daft Punk.

Kill me now.

9 - Absolutely (Nine Days)

US: #35 / FR: Not on the list

I discovered this song in 2008 through a Silent Hill 3 AMV about Heather. Yeppppp. It’s here, and it’s still great 11 years later, and I love it, and this song was so good I put it on my playlist immediately and it stayed on it for several years.

The lyrics never really deliver their promise of telling a “story”, but it’s still a fantastic, bouncy, uplifting song, and it made my world better, and I have to thank that ephemeral band for that.

And I especially loved the very brief pause before the last “girl” in the song. Very relatable.

8 - J’en rêve encore (De Palmas)

US: Not on the list / FR: #27

Listen. I have no idea what’s up with these specific chords, but they are the sound of a weird mix of nostalgia, anger and above all, discomfort. No other song has the exact colors this one has and no other broadcasts this very specific mixed feeling.

Too bad the lyrics are yet another breakup song, or more specifically a post-breakup song (even if the lyrics are very, very good ; I just checked who wrote them and it’s Jean-Jacques Goldman. I had no idea but now, I can definitely hear it), because the music is really something else. At least to me. Is anyone else hearing this?

7 - The Real Slim Shady (Eminem)

US: #51 / FR: #28

Wow. Would you look at that. The ex angsty angry teenager loved Eminem. What a surprise, uh.

To be honest, I already genuinely liked this song as a kid even if I could only understand a few isolated parts and words, and the fact that this guy was pissed off and clearly being offensive, possibly towards everyone, was enough.

Now that I can understand the lyrics entirely, I obviously don’t endorse all of them (like the very backhanded argument for gay marriage. Jesus), but I can’t help it, this song still kicks ass. It would be dishonest to leave it out of the list. I loved it so much at the time. And I still enjoy it a lot.

6 - Natural Blues (Moby)

US: Not on the list. Not on any US year-end list actually. I thought it was big everywhere but no. What happened. / FR: #49

There’s overplay, and then there’s “I keep hearing this song everywhere and yet I can never get enough of it, and I will sing it at school, and I will put it on tapes, and I will listen to it even when it’s not on the radio.”

If you asked me what the year 2000 sounded like, it sounded like Natural Blues. I genuinely can’t believe it’s not on the US year-end chart.

5 - Around the World (ATC)

US: Not on the list / FR: #48

This has no right being this catchy without ever, ever becoming annoying. What kind of evil pact did you make to get this result. How.

4 - Jeune et Con (Saez)

US: Not on the list / FR: #70

The title is “Young and Stupid”. It’s an extremely angry song against the establishment. Didn’t pay a lot of attention to it when it came out because well, I was 12, but I would drink up this kind of angry, angsty song only three/four years later. It has aged like fine wine too and feels like the ultimate ‘Ok Boomer’ song ; here’s a translation. It is brutal. You’re welcome.

If I had better taste this would be above the next two songs.

3 - Daddy DJ (Daddy DJ)

US: Not on the list / FR: #5

As I said in the intro, I started to BUY music that year. I could pick what I wanted to own, as long as my parents thought the cds were appropriate.

So I went to the nearest record store. It was called “Madison” and had a chrome aesthetic, with neons and fluorescent 90s shit everywhere, and banners with band names on it, and somewhat menacing posters (the Iron Maiden ones looked scary). It was very intimidating.

And so, 12 years old Johannes, under dad’s supervision, picked the cd they wanted above all the other cds in the shop knowing THAT one wouldn’t make anyone angry at home, went towards the desk, slapped a lot of coins on it, and bought this, trying to look as fierce and determined a 12 y.o can, which isn’t much.

It still slaps nearly twenty years later and I don’t regret a single thing. That’s all I have to say about Daddy DJ by Daddy DJ.

So I was making this list, feeling pretty good about putting Mylène Farmer so low on it, and I was like oh wow, I genuinely love all these other songs more than the two she released that year! This feels great. This is healing. This is progress. It also means the most controversial things on the list are a nerd threatening people with a water pistol and Eminem spouting his usual bullshit empty provocations. No big deal. It’s okay! Moving on.

What was the French #1 for that year, by the way? I can’t rememb-

OH SHIT OH F█CK

OH NO

2 - Moi Lolita (Alizée)

US: Not on the list / FR: #1

Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

Mylène Farmer wrote this for Alizée. Screw the entire universe. I want her off my lists but I can’t because I need to make them honestly.

“I’m not a sucker, I never bought the album AND I never bought these singles in a SHOP, I got them in a garage sale the next year for less that a quarter of the price”, says the person who is, in fact, clearly and definitely a sucker.

How can a song be so horribly catchy and horribly controversial at the same time. HOW. It’s unfair. For some context about how controversial this is if you’re an English speaker, this is what would happen if Bad Guy by Billie Eilish was the catchiest shit in the world. This was almost #1 on my list before I noticed my actual #1 song made it pretty high on the French year-end list despite being mysteriously absent from the US one.

Also I’m glad the music video provides a mostly harmless context: this girl is supposed to babysit her little sister, but she went dancing in a club. And the little sister is looking after her instead. I’m saying “mostly” harmless because there’s that creepy guy who keeps watching her, as if the story was saying “you should not do this and you are putting yourself in danger and this will end horribly”. Which is a sentiment I can definitely get behind, and at the time, I was already highly skeptical about the message this song was sending even if I loved it. I’m just judging that through the comments I was writing next to it on my “favorite songs” lists (”leave your little sister out of this, Alizée”):

Bonus: most relatable comment on the video by a mile.

Same, my dude.

This is why the first album I bought was Daddy DJ and not that one or, uh, the next one.

1 - Stan (Eminem)

US: Not on the list either?? What happened. Why / FR: #18

This song actually created a new English verb. Think about that for a second.

Also, until the end of my life, I will wonder why people suddenly decided, a couple of years ago, than “to stan” now meant “admiring a lot and being a huge fan of” instead of “being a creepy obsessed stalker and possibly dangerous”.

Anyhow.

I couldn’t understand one tenth of the lyrics at the time this was a hit, but I still sneakily put it on my tapes. I knew my parents disapproved. Oh, I liked it. I loved it. I adored it.

I was also terrified of it.

One of the only lines I clearly understood with my limited English was the “I’m your biggest fan” line, and how increasingly dangerous the guy sounded, and that Eminem was trying to answer him at the end but it was too late and he had already done some horrible shit.

This is a horror story in song form, it stays with you long after it’s over every time you listen to it, and it’s a rare and precious thing.

I’m still genuinely terrified after all these years, though.

Next up: another mix of embarrassing shit and valid stuff

#Johannes’ bad not good pretty terrible music lists #music #long post #eye contact tw

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crazyrandomfucker · 4 years

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Marichat May Day 12: Kwami Swap

Summary:

After swapping miraculous with the bugs, Paris' favourite cats go to show off to their diverse civilian acquaintances.

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After de Reflektdoll incident, Tikki and Tekke had been thinking on training Marin and Mariette to be able to use all of the others miraculous if the situation was needed. Not much later than Master Fu lost his memory and Marin and Marinette became the guardians, their kwamis made them learn how to correctly use the power of each miraculous, except for one: the black cat miraculous. After some deliberation, they proposed to swap their miraculi with Chat Noir and Kitty Noire for a week, to learn the ropes of being a black cat and improve as guardians of the miraculi. Of course, the cats were looking forward to it, but they were also a bit scared about the consequences of messing up and the absence of their kwamis being there with them.

But that was just at the beginning, once Tikki and Tekke encouraged them enough, they went to the streets and explored the powers of the miraculous ladybug, jumping from a roof and then using their yoyos to swing as if they were some sort of buggy Spider-man. The adrenaline they felt with each swing soon got them motivated enough to try a few stunts. After jumping a couple of times from the top of Eiffel's Tower, they decided that maybe it would be a good idea to inform the citiziens about the recent swap of miraculous, so they consulted it with Lady Noire and Cat Lord and went to visit some journalist in order to inform them. First were their civilians friend Alya and Alen, who were ecstasic about the news and loved the change of suits. Then, they visited Nadia Chamack so the news would reach to those who don't use the Ladyblog nor the Lordblog.

Since they had some free time and they wanted to still use the miraculous, Mister Bug and Lady Beetle decided to do a level ground patrol, calmly walking while they made sure to check out for any evildoer or any people emotionally unstable. Of course, they spent more time chatting with civilians and signing autographs than patrolling, but since they get to prank a bit some of their friends and fans, they didn't ind it that much. But then they had an idea: What if they visited some friends as Mister Bug and Lady Beetle?

They passed by Kim, Jin, Max, Mat, Alyx and Alex and gave them handshakes and held a little race with the Le Chieng. They also saw Nino and Nina across the street, crossing the street in red light because they were concentrated on their phones. They swept them just before a car crushed them and scold thema bit, but they also did a cool handshake with the Lahiffe. Finally, they went to their favourite place: The Dupain-Cheng bakery.

"Do you think they'll be surprise?" asks Lady Beetle.

"I'm sure they already know by now" says Mister Bug. "Alya or Alen must have told them".

"You're right, they are bffs after all" agrees Lady Beetle.

"Are they on their room?" asks to himslef Mister B.

"Well, we could knock on Marin's trapdoor and if he doesn't answers, knock on Mari's" proposes Lady B.

"Let's see if someone is at home" says Mister B as he lands near MArin's trapdoor and knocks.

Marin opens the trapdoor with a smile. "So Alen was telling the truth? We have some new buggy heroes, is it because you were tired of being cats?"

"Never! Being a cat gives you all this positive felines" says Lady B. "Is Marinette also at home? We wanted to surprise you both with our lovely new suits".

"She's downstairs, we were discussing about some fabrics, nothing important to be honest" says Marin going inside. "Will you come down too?"

"If you insist" says Mister B following him.

"Nice suit Chat" says Marinette once the bugs are in.

"Well, I also like it" says Mr. Bug proud. "By the way, while we're bugs you can call me Mister Bug".

"And I go by Lady Beetle" says Lady B.

"So, we have Lady Beatles and Mister Bean at home right now" teases Marin.

"Yeah, Chat's definitely Mister Bean" agrees Marinette. "Thought the Lady Beatles was a bit..."

"Lacking. Or weak" points Lady B. "I know you're not quite the punster Prince Charming, but now I can see why".

"How comes Mr. Bean fits me?" asks Mr. Bug indignant with his priorities straight.

"You're a bit of a clown" say everyone at unison.

"Come on!" pouts Mr. Bug

"Don't worry brther, we do this because we love you, not to be bean to you" says Beetle smirking.

"Beetle, that was so bad" says Marin. "Almost as bad as mine!"

"Hey now brother, don't try to compare, at least her pun was well-placed" says Marinette.

"And that's why I love Mari" says Beetle as she hugs Marinette and sticks out her tongue playfully.

"Yeah, that and the pastries" says Mister Bug.

"Aren't you on the same boat?" asks Marin looking at him.

"Of course not, I love her because she is an amazing girl" says Mr. Bug trying to act offended.

"More like you two love me because of the petting and the treats" says Marinette giggling.

"That, I can't deny. But your petting is way too awesome! You can't blame us" says Beetle.

"It looks like even if you're bugs for now, you're still the same affectionate cats, aren't you?" says Marin smiling.

"I think being cats may already be in our DNA" says Beetle.

"Now that I think about it, how comes you've exchanged miraculous?" asks Mari.

"Well you see, our currents kwamis talked to our usual kwamis about doing a kwami swap of sorts, like an exchange program, to help us adapt to the bugs powers in case something happens like that time when Reflektdoll happened" says Mr. Bug.

"I see, are you faring well with the new miraculous?" asks Marin.

"Yeah, we've been practicing our mobility and combat a bilities for some time and we've more or less grown accustomed to them, but it's weird to be with Ladybug's and Lordbug's kwamis" says Beetle.

"Mainly because they aren't causing us trouble every three seconds, but it's strangely lonely not to be discussing with them all the time. Tikki and Tekke are kind and nice, but in a more active way than our kwamis" explains Mr. B. "Like, they are actively being nice and kind to us, being friendly and helping us constantly, but Plagg and Plaggue are more focused on causing havoc to distract us from our things and they get softer with us whenever we're feeling down, like that time Plagg played the piano with me when I was feeling down".

"You surely love your kwamis, don't you?" says Marinette smiling tenderly.

"Of course, even if they are a pain in the ass from time to time, they are the best for us" says Lady B.

"I'm sure they love you as much as you love them" says Marin.

"I doubt they will ever admit it out loud" says Mr. B. "But I think you're right".

"Well then, after all this talk, I'm a bit thirsty" says Marinette. "Will you stay for a bit with us? I'll go down for some juice, so I need to know if I have to bring two or four".

"If Princess insist, how could we deny such a kind offert?" says Lady Beetle dramatically.

"You dork" says Marinette eye-rolling amused as she goes downstairs.

#marichatmay2020 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous fanfic #Twins!Au

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lokis-amazing-fighting-skills · 5 years

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NSFW ALPHABET For Loki Odinson~

Hi darling! It has been requested that I do an NSWF ALPHABET for Loki our God of Mischief. So here it is!

🛑 Warning! Adult content below! 18+ only! 🛑

(P.S. I know the gif isn’t Loki but I thought it fit well. And it’s not mine, but it’s really nice!)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

So Loki is such a tender and careful lover once you both have had your fun. It depends on each time really, it can be a gentle cleanup or can be a romantic moment. Loki loves to rap his arms around you nuzzle his face into you neck and kiss you softly, breathing little warm breaths on your collarbones, and looking you in the eyes and he pampers you with small back rubs. Loves to hold your hips and lower back and somewhat push and pin you to himself and the mattress to feel closer to you. He in other times with have already used his magic to prepare a lovely bath or shower for you both with the most wonderful smelling scents that both Asgard and Midgard can provide. Loves to wrap his hands around yours and untwine fingers and play with them being happy in such a moment. Aftercare with Loki is always as good as the fun before!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own body part that he likes on himself would be a tie between his hands and his butt. His hands are what can craft things, magick, and bend you to his form if he so chooses. But his butt tends to apparently attract many and he knows it the smug god. He flaunts his ass to you on a daily basis and in skinny jeans when he wear midgardian clothes just to drive you nuts.

But it’s okay because he has a thing for your ass to so you also wear very nice form fitting pants and occasional skirts too. Skirts not so often because he has a tendancy to literally trap you in a closet, corner, hallways, or nearby counter lift it up and have his way with you right there and then (in a somewhat rough manner and weak legs afterwards). He’s so damn smug about it to, knowing what you both did. He loves your boobs too, but he really does inside and goes to Valhalla when you put lingerie on. He never had such fine garnets I even cross his sight especially with you as his most cherished treasure and love. It’s predator vs prey when you wear that around him especially to taunt and tantalize him about you being needy. You will have to run wherever you want to have sex at because he will chase you down and have you there when caught. Especially if you get lingerie with a hole in in so he doesn’t have to take it off and can take you in the lingerie. 😈 💕

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cream pie you. He does also like to cover you in his cum on your ass and breast but not your face. To much of a mess and he also likes to see your face begging for more calling him his many names. He just is in awe when you claw and squirm when he finishes in you and you practically jump him in utter bliss when he’s in both his normal and Juttun form. His cum in either changes temperatures, his normal is hot and warm while his other is thick and cold. You love both but he can’t get enough when he does it and refuesses a lot of time for you to swallow, he wants to know his cum will of be good use one day when you two might possibly have kids. He might have a slight kink for impregnating you even though he will always ask permission before he does anything.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves it when you ride him hard and slow. He loves passionate and loving sec and you riding him seeking your own pleasure as the goddess he knows you to be, he dies from how good it is. He loves it when you get lost in the feeling and have that little “O” face for him, have your bouncing up and down between him and the ceiling, and continuously bite your lips and moaning in pleasure overload. For someone who doesn’t like to be dominated in life he absolutely kneels before you when it comes to the bedroom, you only have to ask and he’s all yours.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a god and the son of the goddess of Fertility. So he definitely is an experienced God when it comes to the sexy times. He knows exactly how to make you scream in ecstasy and beg in agony from deprivation of pleasure. He knows essentially how to make or break your world when it comes to sex.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn’t really have just one position. 😈 He more like has a few. So I’ll link them below for a visual representation of what he likes to do to you. (Okay I hate tumblr. I’ve been trying to post gifs, general pictures of positions and no dice. If it doesn’t work I’m sorry!!! I’ll just put down the title of position and see if the pictures work!) No pictures sorry! Tumblrs fussy!!!!

1) Cowgirl / Recerse Cowgirl

2) Missionary

3) Doggy Style

4) Spooning Position

5) the Eiffel Tower. (Yes this is a threesome move but he’ll use some of his clones on you.)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It really depends if the moment leading up to your sexy times. If you were a tease he’d be most serious when “disciplining” you. If you both just came from a (nice) dinner then not really, he’d be really sweet, gentle, and a loving lover. If you both are just in a drunk or chill mood yeah he’ll be pretty silly with you. Lots of jokes that are just terrible.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He trims his hair downstairs because he is a well kept god who takes care of all his hair. Head or nether regions. 😉 But he doesn’t have to constantly maintain because he’s actually not that bad for hair down there and is not a bush monster.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s such a passionate God of Mischief. He is such an interesting guy to say the least. He loves after sex cuddles and spooning. Maybe even leading you back into the motions of slow passionate sex. He’s so very intimate, he wants to show you the world and more with the way he gets very affectionate with you. So much kisses ranging from hot and hungry to small pecks filled with all of his admiration and love for you. Stares at you with his entire being is awe of you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t have much need of it when you’re around because your are his love and human fuck toy. Definitely his pet when it comes to pleasure. However when you are gone he does occasionally relieve himself of the stress of not having you there to help him. He does imaginemos though and all you do in your naughty times. Especially in a certain lingerie that just makes him crumble under your Vahallian body. He likes it rough at first and then goes slower to deny himself that sweet release. He might also have a self-denial kink when it comes to his own pleasure and release. But eventually he’ll imagine you taking him and riding him in you wild blissed out state and orgasming on him to send his hand flying and spilling. But he doesn’t just spill into his hand, but also into/onto a pair or single type of underwear/lingerie that you leave for him to use. He will also phone sex you and love to hear you moan over the phone into his ear to rile him up further when in the heat of the moment.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The freaking god of kinks!!!!!! I don’t even know where to begin with this god, because you name it, he likes it. The only think he doesn’t like is actually hurting you. He absolutely loves to spank you though and use a collar and leash to bend you to his will. Has a thing for pet play, bdsm, daddy/professor kinks, size kink, voice kink, domination kink, submission kink, riding kink, Dry humping kink, you name it he likes it. He has his own room dedicated to being a sex dungeon for you both in the house/apartment that you both have. He has a dog kennel with a (comfy) bed for you to sleep in with lots of harnesses, leashes, collars, treats, whips, toys of various kinds, and a blanket if you get chilly. The bed has a variety of sheets depending on what kinky shit he’s into for the night. It could be satin, silk, latex, or regular sheets. Has lots of shaped pillows to support you both in whatever position or angle you two might happen to be in. Has a wooden chair that you grip the back of when he spanks you or when you ride him in the chair. Has various long toys to use on you and rub invretween your legs as he teases the hell out of you. Rope, chain links, silk, maybe even your own underwear. No worries about vibrators, oral stimulators, dildos, butt plugs, or gags. He has them all for you, lined up, and colored coded for whatever occasion is best fit for them. Sorry rambled! Anyway, he is a kinky son of a fertility goddess who will shake you to the very core if you let him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Like previously stated, he has his own room dedicated to making love to you and owning the shit out of your beautiful body. He likes to have his own place to satisfy you, but a close second is the kitchen counter where he will roughly take you if you flaunt your shit while cooking or making tea/coffee. Or maybe even in your car seat on the way home from a fancy dinner of things get to sexually tense. Anyways!~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Uhh you boo!~ he does like lingerie for sure but you just being yourself is so hot to him. He absolutely adores you, no matter what you look like because he has fallen in love with your personality and character. But ya know, your butt and body look sexy too. 😉 😈

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not harm you in a serious way. No, he will never risk the chance of loosing you, harming you, or possibly killing you and having it on his hands. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you, especially if it was him that caused it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to see you crumble underneath him. So he more than often will have you on the receiving end of the pleasure rather than him self. He is a very giving lover, but won’t back down if you want to give him head, he will ravish you while you do it though with a little 69 action going on and will definitely finger you through quite a few orgasms before you finally relieve him because he loves to deny himself from giving in just to see you really work for it as you continuously lose control through the entire time. He is a very skills man, god, and frost giant.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He varies from moment to moment. 😉 But more often than not he will most likely have a fast and rough pace with you. You just seem to submit and beg for him so nicely when he takes you like that. Not that he doesn’t also like slow and sensual. But he does like a rough and slow pace to to just break you into total submission and feel everything he does to you in a torturously slow but such sweetfully hard way.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He honestly doesn’t like quickies. He won’t refuse them, but he does like to take his sweet time with you and your body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes, he’s game if you’re game. As long as it doesn’t hurt you in a serious way. He’s such a freaky and kinky bastard! 😂 😈 😉

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

AAAAGGGEEEEESSSSSSS! He will go round after round with you for hours on end. He just does and he can go faster but when he has his way with you he delivers for hours. You will never not finish with him, he will take his sweet ass time to love yo ass.~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys toys toys! Toys galore!~ he owns lots of toys, and a big majority of them are for you. Some are for himself, but only when it’s your turn to take charge for the evening and do what you want with him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a huge fucking tease. He teases you out and in bed. He knows about your voice kink and he has one too, so he definitely uses that to his advantage.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first he wasn’t very loud, and would actually try to hide his orgasm face from you. He was quite embarrassed about it thinking he didn’t look very good. But then one night when you took charge you made him practically scream, shout, yell, and beg with his voice for more. You also made him cum multiple times that evening and punished him if he didn’t show you his face and look you in the eyes when he did. He was so broken in after that night that he now shows and let’s you here everything he’s feeling.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a thing for when you put on the dominatrix outfit and own him all night long. Especially making him walk on a leash, crawling on his hands and need to pleasure you, and him sitting in his kennel all proper like, while you sit on top as he eats you out through the kennels bars. He absolutely looses it when you degrade him and use him as the pet he is for the night. Eventually you end the night with him owning your ass doggy style and him ravishing you and he fucks you silly with pleasure.

Another wild thing he loves when you dominate him is when you get the strap on and peg him into the mattress. Him tied up in chains and sold. Spread wide eagle for you and your strap on cock pounding him hard and fast. Him cumming over and over as you grind into him as him squirming and begging like the little slut he is.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is a good 10 inches and has some good girth to him as well he has one big vein that pops out of it and rubs you perfectly in that spot deep inside you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He didn’t have a high sex drive before he met you, but then he uncapped his darker and more wild side when it comes to a sex drive. So now he definitely has a high sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep very fast afterward. You do from sheer exhaustion and bliss. But he loves to watch you fall asleep in his arms and spoon you long after you pass out. Then and only then when he knows that your happy and satisfied does he let himself slip into sleep too.

Hi darling! Once again I hope you like this! @disciplineyourmind-severuss I hope you’re having a good day! 💕☺️😉

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attackofthezee · 6 years

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Travel AU + Love Confessor (Steve/Bucky) this is any and all excuse to see more of your writing I'm not even ashamed to say it

IMAGINE, Steve and Sam are kicking around, searching for Bucky after the events of CA:TWS, and somehow, to Steve’s surprise and Sam’s delight they end up in like idk, the Caribbean or Barcelona or somewhere nice and beachy.

Steve’s restless as hell, wants to keep going, wants to find his Bucky, but Sam seems so happy to just like, take a goddamn break that Steve can’t even think about bitching about how they gots to go.

Okay, he thinks about it. A lot. But he doesn’t actually do it. No, instead he sits on a beach with his goddamn friend and wears the stupid Hawaiian print swim trunks Sam bought him and drinks fruity drinks and argues about whether the captain’s platter at the local seafood restaurant would actually be the best bang for their buck or not.

They get the captain’s platter. Of course they get the captain’s platter. Steve is weak in the face of his friends and their want for a giant platter of seafood.

When they’re done experiencing the Caribbean, because I’ve decided it’s definitely the Caribbean, there’s no new leads for Bucky except for a long cold trail through some ransacked HYDRA bases in Europe. Natasha says they could check it out if they wanted to, but honestly, they’d be better off just going to Paris or something and keeping an eye out there.

Sam says “Well, I’ve never been to Paris,” and Natasha points out the amount of art there and Steve lets it settle within himself that he’s going to Paris.

The last time he was in Paris there was a war going on, so it is pretty damn fascinating.

“So, you and Barnes?” Sam says from where they’re looking down off the Eiffel Tower.

Steve’s never had any issue with heights at all, but he does feel like he’s pretty damn far up.

“Huh? What about us?”

“You two were a thing right?”

Steve contemplates his possibility of not breaking every bone in his body and ending up in a French hospital for the next week if he were to jump right here and now.

Sam doesn’t bring it up again. Or at the very least he gives Steve a break about it, though that’s possibly because even he was effected by the sight of a grown man considering the possibility of climbing down the Eiffel Tower purely to escape an uncomfortable conversation.

In the meantime, they hop a plane to Vancouver because Natasha had said there was a lead for the Winter Soldier in Canada.

“What do you mean there’s a lead for the guy in Canada!? Where in Canada?” Silence, and then, “Just Canada!? That’s not an answer Natasha. That’s like saying ‘oh there’s a lead for him somewhere in Europe!’ Do you know how big that place even is?” Sam had bitched into the phone as Steve used his tablet to order them a pair of tickets.

Canada was a start at least.

They rent a car, stock up on supplies and drive to a cabin in the middle of the goddamn woods.

Sam says “C’mon Steve, you need to let loose and enjoy nature.”

Steve says “I want to be surrounded on all sides by concrete, not trees,” with the utmost amount of sincerity.

“Camping’s the American way, Cap.”

“This isn’t even camping,” Steve says, attempting to logic his way out of this since a stubborn insistance on staying in a hotel room hadn’t won out, “Shouldn’t we be in tents if we’re camping?”

“Does your ass really want to be in a tent Rogers? Cause we can make it happen.” Sam says and Steve has no memories of his father, but he’s pretty sure Sam just sounded like someone’s Dad.

They go stay in the cabin.

They’re there for 9 days and Steve goes on approximately 37 runs and paints at least a half dozen pieces in the time they’re there.

Sam mostly sleeps and leaves the cabin occasionally to ‘commune with nature’ while Steve insists he’s going to talk to his bird brethren.

On their last night in the cabin Sam brings out a bottle of Asgardian brew he’d apparently gotten from Nat who got it from Hill who got it from Thor. He pours Steve a few drinks in ‘celebration’ and drinks a few beers of his own and Steve ends up well and truly drunk.

Which is when Sam seizes his chance.

“So, you and Barnes huh?”

Steve is just drunk enough that when he says “No,” it comes out on a sort of heartbroken sigh, and he finishes with “Kinda.”

“Kinda.” Sam says, and then again, “Kinda?” And he’s wobbling just slightly and Steve’s not quite sure if it’s Sam himself doing it or Steve’s own vision. Maybe both. Probably both.

He lays out across the floor of their cabin, patting at the wooden flooring fondly until Sam joins him and bumps their shoulders together.

“How do you get a kinda out of that?” Sam asks, and apparently Steve was quiet just long enough that Sam had to clarify.

“Oh. Uh. I mean we did stuff, y’know,” Steve says, waving a hand vaguely and then staring at it for a long time before Sam’s shoulder bumping against his again pulls him out of it. Goddamn Asgardian mead. “We were, I don’t know, I guess we were a thing, but it wouldn’ta really worked back then. He’d of eventually found someone and got married, and I had Peg. She was real understanding about it all though.”

“Jesus christ.” Sam mutters beside him and Steve turns his head so that he can narrow his eyes at him. “You love him?”

“More than anything.” Steve says immediately, his hand clenching tight over his heart. There’s no bigger truth in the universe. Steve loves Bucky, and he’s never quite figured out how to get rid of that. He’s pretty sure that these days he doesn’t want to, like maybe part of him is who he is just because he loves Bucky.

“Yeah, I kinda figured we wouldn’t be on this goose chase if you didn’t.”

Sam drags Steve’s drunk ass to bed, and nearly a month later when the two of them are eating something called a cotton candy burrito in LA, Bucky drops into a chair at their table, scares the shit out of Sam, takes a bite of Steve’s ridiculous dessert burrito, and proceeds to pretend like he’s been there all along.

#sergeant-barnes #writing tag #meme games #stucky #my writing #somewhere partway through this 110% turned into something ficlet adjacent woops

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vennilavee · 6 years

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effortless

pairing: sam wilson x avengers!reader

prompt: “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck

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A/N: thanks for the request @honestly-how-do-you-art. I hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts.

Your favorite part of getting ready for these opulent parties was getting ready with Sam. There was something intimate in the ritual you two had- him helping you into your dress, you tying his tie for him, him watching you apply mascara and your lipstick, and you buttoning up his suit.

It was almost like a dance without music- his fingers softly whispering across your exposed skin as he holds you in front of a marbled mirror, your head leaning back against his shoulder and his lips barely grazing the nape of your neck. You both would speak in quiet tones, as if the rest of the world could hear you. Giggling to each other about anything and everything. The way the light of the extravagant bathroom caressed Sam’s eyes always left you breathless.

You were proud to be the woman on his arm, and he was proud to be the man on yours.

But he’s not getting ready with you today. Because you were both on an undercover mission. You would’ve usually jumped at the opportunity to go undercover with him, but you were both told to keep your heads down and not attract any attention to yourselves.

Sam had scoffed in Nick Fury’s face when he pointedly looked at the pair of you-

“I don’t get how this is qualifies as undercover,” You rolled your eyes, “Everyone knows who we are.”

“So you both better keep your hands to yourselves, get what you need and get out before you get your asses handed to you.” Fury said sternly. And yet, you still couldn’t take him seriously.

“Sounds easy enough,” Sam said dryly.

What did you need to collect, anyway? Oh yes, it was a flash drive located in a painting that your target had stolen, back when you, Sam, Bucky, Steve and Natasha were in pursuit of them in Marseilles.

What an incredible cliche.

Now, you were in Paris. The city of love, and all you wanted to do was get ready for this stupid party with your boyfriend, who was apparently off limits.

It was just you and Sam at the party- Nat had managed to hack her way into separate invites for the two of you. She had laughed when you were still pouting about not being able to go as a couple and Bucky had said ‘You can’t blame Fury. You attract attention when you’re together. You both ranked number 1 on that poll that Buzzfeed put out of favorite Avenger couples, remember?”

As you swipe on your second coat of red lipstick, you wonder if Sam felt the same strangeness getting ready without you as you did getting ready without him.

Sam can see the Eiffel Tower from the Renaissance Paris Le Parc Trocodero Hotel, where this party is being held. He frowns at the exuberance of the hotel room he’s getting ready in. He frowns not because he’s displeased with the room, but rather because he knows you’d appreciate the pristine, satin sheets, the golden glow of the light that the antique lamp gave off, and the marble of the bathroom floor.

Maybe he can hustle Tony into upgrading his room to an executive suite so that after this is over, the two of you can stay in Paris. Neither of you had been to Paris, much less been to Paris together. With your anniversary coming up, it had been an idea flitting around in his head.

It was a little cheesy, a little romantic. But you’d love it.

Your pale blue gown billows behind you as you take a breath and verbally confirm that you’re heading down to the ballroom. Steve grunts in affirmation and reminds you to not be seen or leave any trace of yourselves behind.

“See you soon, baby girl,” Sam’s reassuring voice filters through the comms and you can’t help but smile, especially when Bucky actually giggles at Sam’s term of endearment.

Bucky is your number one fan.

Your heels are already pinching as you paint your most vibrant smile on and mingle with the crowd. These people all smell like money and expensive champagne. You spot your target fairly quickly- he’s close one of the many bars in the room and you murmur that bit of information through your comms.

Blending into the crowd after grabbing a glass of wine from the bar, you indulge yourself. You have to force yourself not to look for Sam, and instead, you focus on catching your target’s eye.

Because that’s your job today. To make sure the extraction team had enough time to find the painting. You didn’t understand why one of you could just distract your target while the other could retrieve the painting but Fury hadn’t bothered explaining himself.

Sam had said that this was Fury’s way of looking out for you and maybe letting you enjoy the time you had in Paris. You had snorted at the thought of Fury letting you two enjoy anything.

“Whoa, baby girl,” Sam’s voice is low and strained in the comms, as if there weren’t other people listening in, “You blow my mind. You got a date tonight?”

You scan the room as warmth spreads throughout your body. But you still don’t see him so you keep your eyes on your target. In a room full of people, he finally spots you and you look away, pretending to be bashful.

Hook, line, and sinker.

He’s quite handsome, you think as he approaches you with a grin. But he’s no Sam. A flash of Sam’s gap-toothed smile trickles through you mind as you spit a fake name back at the stranger in front of you. You bat your lashes a few times at him and widen your eyes for good measure, enjoying the way his false bravado falls and how he stutters a question.

“Poor guy. I think you just stole his soul,” Sam observes passively, “Are you a siren? A mythical being, perhaps?”

Bucky laughs through the comms and you have to bite your lip harshly to stop yourself from laughing right in the stranger’s face. A rush of affection floods through you at your boyfriend’s words.

It’s only been a few hours since you last saw Sam, but you miss him already.

As smoothly as the evening had been going, you are unsurprised when things start to go downhill.

The stranger has led you in the direction of his hotel room, which was a win for you. You hope the small camera chip in the comms shows the hotel room number on the monitors that the team is looking at from their remote location.

He squints at you, as if you look different in the light of his room compared to the light of the ballroom. Is he starting to recognize who you were?

“What’s wrong?” You flash him a bright grin, the one you know makes him weak in the knees.

“N-nothing, I just thought... Nevermind,” His accent is slight- it’s not a French accent. It sounds Greek or Turkish.

You hear Sam say that they’ve got the room number, and for you to get out of there. But what reason do you have to leave the room?

“Oh, I just realized... I left one of my bracelets at the bar,” You lie. It sounds half convincing but he looks at you suspiciously. “It’s a special bracelet. My mother gave it to me before she died. She had it handcrafted for me and I’m-I’m s-sure you u-understand.”

Tears start to form in your eyes and he grows visibly uncomfortable, giving you a firm nod.

Another lie.

You leave the room and are unsurprised to see Sam at the end of the hallway. Looking back behind you to make sure you aren’t being followed by him, you allow yourself to smile widely at Sam. Your cheeks hurt for a moment as he makes his way over to you.

Sam wants nothing more than to twirl you in his arms as your pale blue dress twirls along with you. But you both are out in the open. The extraction team should have been here by now.

“They should be here by now,” You murmur, mirroring his thoughts.

“Maybe they got held up,” Sam muses.

“Yeah guys, extraction team is a little delayed. They got held up,” Natasha confirms. Before Sam can ask how long a little is, you cut him off.

You know that if you both stand here in the hallway debating what to do, your target will come out and your cover will be blown.

“I’ll be right back,” You promise Sam. Your hands squeeze his shoulders and you kiss his cheek quickly, then the corner of his mouth. He smiles at you encouragingly. You wink at him before entering the room.

He’s unsurprised to hear a yelp and a thud. Not even thirty seconds later, you come out without a scratch on your face.

“Fury should’ve let us do this by ourselves,” You roll your eyes, “You can tell him I said that Natasha.”

“Noted,” Natasha chuckles, “Just wait there until the extraction team comes, alright? And then you two lovebirds can enjoy Paris.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where would they be without us, anyway?” You joke. Your face lights up at the mention of enjoying Paris and Sam doesn’t miss it.

“You look beautiful,” Sam circles your waist with his arms, holding you after what feels like forever, “The most beautiful thing in Paris. Minus the Eiffel Tower at night.”

You laugh and push at his chest. You both ignore Steve’s exaggerated groans through the comms and Bucky thwacking Steve across the head.

“You’re handsome, baby,” You murmur, tugging him closer to you by the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Let’s stay here for the next week,” Sam suggests, his hand cupping your jaw.

“Seriously?” You whisper-squeal as excitement floods your irises.

“Seriously,” Sam kisses your cheek, “We’ll see if the Eiffel Tower has anything on you.

“Happy almost anniversary baby girl.”

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x you #sam wilson fluff

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pb1138 · 6 years

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Til Death Do Us Part

Cable x Sick!OC OC is Vanessa’s younger sister and she’s dying from cancer. Wade has been taking care of her but Cable steps in. Hella angst. Blood mentions. Really not a lot of explicitly described romance (meaning, like, a lot of it is subtle. Idk how to explain.) 4k-ish words.

Deadpool 2 Spoilers, but really why risk reading Cable fics if you haven’t seen it yet? I’m just saying

“Wade, what the fuck are we doing here?” Cable was getting annoyed. He and Wade had been on their way back from a job and he was fucking tired. Yet here they were in some random-ass apartment complex.

Wade waved a hand at him, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “Just a minute, Sgt. Barnes.”

Cable sighed and stood back as Wade fumbled in the bag for a minute before he pulled out a set of keys. He fumbled with them for a minute before he unlocked the door and nudged it open slowly. “Vik? You here?”

Cable quirked an eyebrow, surprised at how gentle Wade’s voice was. They walked in and Cable looked around. It was a decent apartment, not anything great. Beige walls. The entry way had little paper lantern string lights taped up around it and the hall lead all the way to a back room, a kitchen in the middle. To the left was a living room, nice, a big tv, a mirror with smaller decoration mirrors under them. There was a dining table underneath the mirrors, directly in the middle, and it was littered with textbooks and pens and mail. A student, Cable guessed. This was a big college area of town after all. There was a door off in the corner with a metal sign on it that read “Starfleet Officers Only.” The door was shut. “Wade, what the fu--?” but Wade waved a hand and cut him off.

Wade took off his mask and gloves and set them down on the table that was underneath the mirrors. He flicked a lamp on and headed back to the room and paused, gently knocking on the door. After a moment, he opened it slowly, poking his head in before he entered. Exasperated and kind of curious, Cable followed him, looking inside.

Wade was kneeling by a full sized bed with teal sheets and a black blanket with some kind of school crest with a big H set in front of four colored squares on a shield with a lion, snake, badger, and a raven above a little banner that read “Draco, Dormiens Nunquam, Titillandus.” There were several posters about the room of equal nerdiness, even a skull with ridges on the forehead above a banner that reads “taH pagh taHbe’.” He looked back at the bed where Wade was now holding a hand, thin, frail, pale. Wade was reaching behind him to a small black end table with an Eiffel Tower lamp and opened a bottle of water, bringing it to the hand in the bed. Cable watched as a brown-curled-haired head lifted up and Wade helped the water bottle find its destination. It was a girl. She drank slowly, and Wade had to help her support her head. After a moment, Wade took the bottle back and capped it, and the girl looked towards Cable. His heart nearly stopped, she was so oddly breathtaking despite also being obviously very unwell. She had large doe-y brown eyes, a simple nose ring, and thick pink lips. Her hair was a little unkempt but it framed her face well, with a few ringlets here and there.

She looked at Wade, cleared her throat, and whispered hoarsely, “Who’s that?”

Wade smiled slightly and glanced at Cable. “Just some old creep I picked up off the street. Said he likes them college aged and on the verge of death.”

She let out a weak chuckle and started to lean forward, but Wade rushed to help her sit up. She smiled weakly at Wade and then looked back at Cable. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say…you’re Cable.”

It wasn’t a question. He smiled slightly and nodded, crossing his arms across his chest. “I am.”

She smiled slightly and nodded. “I thought so.” She looked at Wade and held out her hand.

Wade jumped as he remembered and he pulled the backpack on the bed and dumped its contents. She squeaked in delight upon seeing the bags of chips, sodas, bag of Jolly Ranchers, and three or four video games. She practically beamed at Wade and leaned over, hugging him in thanks. He smiled at her before he stood up and started moving around the room, picking up dirty laundry and the likes. She sighed and waved her hand at him. “Wade, you don’t have to do that.”

“Well obviously you won’t do it,” Wade joked.

The girl sighed again before opening a bag of chips, watching him. Cable raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like Wade to be this motherly towards others. I mean, he’s shown a tendency to care, yeah, but usually there’s more jokes, more insults, more bitching. But Wade seemed downright content to be doing it. After a few minutes, Wade scooted past Cable with a basket of laundry and disappeared into the rest of the apartment. The girl was looking up at him, slowly eating chips. Cable could see her more clearly now that she was sitting. She was wearing a tank top that hung a little loose on her body, but he could see she was on the thinner side. Her arms were just as pale as her face, if not more, and her right arm had medical tape wrapped around it. He glanced around the room again. Under her end table, he noticed there was some kind of medical device with an oxygen mask attached to it. There was a nearly empty box of Kleenex actually in bed with her, and the waste basket in the corner was nearly full of used tissues. He guessed this wasn’t just some random cold.

Wade came back with a cup of hot green tea and he set it on the end table. He sat on the bed and took up a brush and began to brush the girl’s hair. She groaned in frustration and tried to smack his hand away, and the action almost seemed to wind her. “Dammit, Wilson, I can brush my own fucking hair.”

“Maybe I just like touching it. It’s not like I have any beautiful golden locks of my own to brush anymore.”

She sighed dejectedly and set the chips down, taking up the mug. She sipped it slowly, looking at Cable over the rim. “You don’t talk much,” she said after a while.

He shrugged. “I’m not even quite sure what’s going on.”

The girl feigned hurt and looked back at Wade, a hand to her chest. “You don’t talk about me?”

Wade set the brush down. “Wade Wilson doesn’t kiss and tell.” The girl chuckled a bit before coughing, a little too roughly. Wade put his hand on her back, grabbing a tissue for her. It took her a minute to recover, holding the tissue to her mouth before she sit back up and smiled faintly at him. Wade smiled back, concern in his eyes. “Do you want anything to eat?”

She thought for a moment before she nodded. “I could fucking kill for some Bdubs.”

Wade smiled and nodded, standing up. “Alrighty then. We’ll be right back.”

The girl smiled, pulling a tv remote from the depths of her blanket and she waved as Deadpool walked out, pulling Cable along with him.

Xxx

“Wade, what the fuck is going on? Who is that?”

Wade shushed him, pulling the door shut gently behind them and locking it. He waited until they were safely back in the car to answer. “That, my silver fox friend, is Vik.”

Cable waited for Wade to expound upon that but when he didn’t, he punched him in the arm.

“Um, ok, ow.” Wade rubbed his arm for a minute before he sighed. “She’s Vanessa’s sister.” Cable frowned in confusion but let him go on. “And she’s sick. Not like Ozzy Osbourne sick, but like me before I got all pretty sick.”

“So you take care of her.”

“Yeah.” Wade was frowning now. “I try to come by every few days, a week at the least. I bring her food and snacks and stuff to keep her entertained and I tidy up a little. She puts on a brave face but she really can’t do it herself anymore.”

Cable looked out the window then back at Wade. It was weird as hell to see him being so serious about something for a change. “So, if she’s so bad, why isn’t she in a hospital?”

Wade tightened his grip on the wheel. “She has no health insurance. And she says even if she did, she doesn’t wanna waste the last few months she has being sick. It was stage 4 when they found it, and they said treatments probably wouldn’t help anything anyway.”

Cable scowled. This goddamn era and their fucking health insurance. It’s criminal. After a minute, Cable shifted in his seat and put his hand on Wade’s shoulder. “I wanna help.”

Wade looked at him, mildly surprised, before nodding. “Alright.”

They went and got her a giant order of wings, onion rings, nachos. Anything Wade thought she’d want, they got it. It ended up being nearly $150 before Wade’s $50 tip to appease the angry workers, but Wade insisted it didn’t matter.

When they got back, Wade grabbed a few plates from the cabinet and they turned the corner into her room. She wasn’t in there, her blanket tossed to the floor, a spatter of blood on it, the bathroom door shut. Wade dropped the food on the floor and ran over to the bathroom, knocking gently on the door. “Vik? You alright kiddo?” When there was no response, Wade opened the door and slipped inside, shutting it behind him.

Cable stood there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do, so he picked up the food Wade dropped and set it on the bed. He took the blanket from the floor and went to look for the laundry. He found it at the end of the hallway and set about getting it turned on. By the time he came back, Wade was helping the girl back into bed. She didn’t look well, paler than she was before, a smudge of dried blood on her chin. She sighed in relief as Wade got her settled and got a new blanket for her and then gave her a plate and dug out all the boxes of food. She smiled weakly at him and then at Cable and whispered a tiny thank you. She let Wade make up the plate for her and picked at it for a while before deciding she wasn’t hungry enough just now. Wade took it from her and set it on the table then took the rest of the food and put it in the fridge. After he came back, he helped her lay down and made sure she was comfortable before moving her phone and remote up near her head. She smiled at him and he smiled at her before he leaned over and kissed her hair. “If you need me, just call.”

She chuckled weakly and said, “You’re so desperate for attention.”

Wade chuckled and tucked her in before he stood up to leave, gesturing for Cable to follow him.

Xxx

A few weeks had passed. Cable had come with Wade a few more times before he just started coming on his own. The girl had some good days where it was barely noticeable she was sick, and she had even more bad days where she could barely get up in time not to piss her sheets. Cable had learned that her cancer had started in her lungs, but she had dismissed it as a bad cold. By the time she had realized something was wrong, it had spread throughout her body. She was a student, taking practically every foreign language they offered, but when she found out she was sick she stopped going. When she had to quit her job, Wade took it upon himself to make sure that her rent was paid and that she always had all the food she wanted. Cable finally asked what all her posters were about and, when she admitted most of them were Star Trek, he had to admit he had no idea what that was. She was practically offended and insisted they watch every episode of every Netflix-available spinoff. Cable didn’t mind. Honestly, he liked being around her, even when she was too sick to breathe around the blood. She also seemed to light up when watching the shows. It seemed to help. And for some reason, Cable could think of nothing he wanted more than to help this kid.

This particular day was not a good day. When Cable walked in the apartment, he could feel it. There was no sound of her tv, no phone videos playing, just silence. It was the same feeling he had when he had seen the door to his apartment kicked in, before finding his wife and daughter. Worry settled into his gut and he rushed back to her room, pushing the door open. His stomach dropped out his ass when he saw her, lying facedown on the wrong end of her bed, a small pool of blood around her mouth. Cable had dropped the bag he was carrying and rushed to her side, brushing the hair out of her face. “Hey, hey, kid, come on wake up.” He patted her cheek gently, shaking her a bit. After a painstakingly long moment, she started, blinking around before focusing on Cable’s face. She smiled faintly, her teeth stained with blood. Cable sighed in relief and brushed her hair back. “You scared me, kiddo.”

She chuckled weakly, her voice raspy. “Imagine that, me scaring the big, scary Cable.”

He wiped at the blood on her cheek but sighed when it wouldn’t budge. “You need a shower.”

She shook her head, blinking slowly. “There’s no way I can stand that long.”

Cable nodded and stood up, backing towards her bathroom. “A bath, then. I’ll get it started.” He went into her bathroom, letting the door swing nearly shut behind him and started the water. He leaned over the tub, breathing heavily, hands shaking, and he had to sit down to let the relief and the anxiety wash away. After a few minutes, he got up to go back to help her up. She had managed to sit up on her own, but that’s as far as she got. She was swaying a bit, her hands shaking. Cable frowned when he saw her. The blood was more extensive than he thought, having dribbled down to her stomach and onto a considerable amount of her bed. Cable smiled gently and walked over, offering her his hands. “Come on, hun.” She reached for his hands and let him pull her gently to his feet, but her knees buckled and she fell against him. He caught her easily and hooked his arm under her legs, carrying her to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

Thankfully she wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes. She had a sports bra, boxers, and fuzzy socks on but no more. He sat her on the edge of the tub and got her a wash cloth so she could get some of the blood off. He knelt in front of her and took her socks off, marveling at how cold her toes were. He waited a moment for her to finish with the wash cloth before he helped her stand so she could push her boxers off, sure to avert his eyes, and he sat her back down. She chuckled weakly as she pulled her bra over her head. “I didn’t take you for a shy type,” she mumbled.

He smiled slightly, still looking away. “Gotta protect your modesty.”

She snorted, reaching up to take his arm for support. He helped her stand and gently maneuvered her into the tub and shut the water off for her. “Boy have I got news for you. My modesty died a long, long time ago, Cabe.”

He rolled his eyes and stood back up, setting about gathering a towel and her robe. He set them on the drawers by the tub and retrieved a stool from the closet, sitting on it with his back to the tub. They sat in silence for a while, disturbed only by the occasional movement of water. After a while, he jumped, feeling her hand against the small of his back. He turned and looked at her, letting her take his hand in hers. She smiled faintly at him, leaning her head against the wall. He smiled back, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “You scared me, kiddo.”

She closed her eyes for a minute before she stroked the side of his hand with her thumb. “Scared myself, honestly. But, don’t worry. I think I got some good time left in me yet.”

He looked down at their hands and sighed softly, leaning over to kiss her knuckles. He looked at her with a slight mist in his eyes. “Good,” he breathed. He sat there for another minute before he realized her sheets need changed. He got up and went into her room, cleaning up. Once he was done he sat on the bed and looked around for a while, wondering how he got here in his life, how he managed to fall in love with a dying 22 year old kid. He could almost laugh from the fucking irony. A few minutes later, he heard her weakly calling for him and he went to help her out of the tub, to dry her off and get her in her robe. He carried her to her bed and set her down before bringing her clean laundry basket over to her so she could find some clothes which he helped her put on. He got her situated and then went to make her some tea, just like he knew she liked it and he sat on the bed with her as she drank it. After she finished it, she gave it to him to put on the table before she leaned into him, and he instinctively lifted his arm so she could lay her head on his chest. He held her close, stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep, and suddenly he realized he never wanted to let her go.

Xxx

“So, a wedding huh? Kind of seems pointless if you ask me.”

“Well nobody’s fucking asking you, Weasel.” Wade glared at his friend, joined closely by Dopinder. Weasel raised his arms in defense and for once in his life actually shut up. Mostly because he knew if Wade was getting annoyed, Cable would downright hurt him.

Everyone had shown up. Domino, Peter, Colossus, Negasonic and Yukio, as well as a few other friends of either Cable or Vik. Wade had gotten Colossus to get Xavier to let them use the lawn of the X Mansion, and it was downright beautiful. The seats were simple but covered in gentle lavender drapes which match the aisle, and at the end of each row were small bouquets of green and white lilies. The alter was a white trellis adorned with about 4 dozen various flowers, and Cable stood under them, almost nervous.

Wade, Cable’s unwillingly appointed best man, stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry buddy, you’re gonna do great.”

Cable sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “What the hell did I do to deserve this?” he grumbled.

Wade just grinned and hugged his arm. “You were born.”

Cable sighed before Yukio came to the end of the aisle and waved at everybody, then at Wade and mouthed, “Hi, Wade.” Wade wiggled his fingers in return.

Everybody stood and turned as the processional music began and Yukio weaved down the aisle, throwing flowers as she went. When she reached the end, she scooted over to sit by Negasonic who wrapped her arm around her.

And then Vik and Domino came around the corner. Cable let out a breath and covered his mouth, eyes tearing over. She was beautiful.

She had to be put on oxygen, so she was wearing a cannula that lead down to her exposed leg where a small portable oxygen machine was strapped, but it was hardly noticeable. Her hair was down and had been curled, bouncing against her shoulders as she walked, slowly, leaning on Domino for support. Her dress was strapless, white with a dark green ribbon that cinched her waist, and the bottom of the dress stopped at her knees and tapered backwards down to her ankles. She was wearing dark green ballet flats that matched her ribbon. She was focusing on her footing for the first few feet up the aisle, clinging to Domino (who was wearing a slinky, light blue dress) for dear life before she figured out how to balance her breath and she looked up. Cable let out a breath and dropped her hand, beaming wider than anyone had ever seen him smile in his time in this era.

Her eyes were drawn a little wide with her makeup but they were filled with happiness and a few tears. She let out a breathy laugh when she saw him and she grinned from ear to ear. When she got to the alter, Domino passed her to Cable who was more than glad to support her weight for her. Domino slipped behind her, close enough to catch her if need be, and Wade stepped in front to begin the ceremony. And it was beautiful. Vik managed to make it through her vows with ease, and Cable actually cried a few times. When Wade pronounced them man and wife, Cable scooped her up in his arms, kissing her with every ounce of love he had in him, and he carried her down the aisle, eyes only on her.

Xxx

They enjoyed five months of blissful matrimony before Vik finally passed away. She had been getting progressively worse, with less good days, but she insisted that having Cable by her side made her feel better. When he woke up that morning, he knew before he even looked. She was gone. He had gotten up and walked into the bathroom before he fell to his knees, screaming in agony.

The funeral was four days later. It was tasteful, intimate. Everyone had pooled their money together to give her the best—a beautiful casket, the best flowers around, everything the best quality. Cable hadn’t spoken since she died, not to himself, not to Wade, not to anybody. He was silent during the service, didn’t give a eulogy, but once she was in the ground and everyone had gone, he again fell to his knees. It began to rain, like some fucking movie cliché, but it was fitting. Vik was too good to have the heavens ignore her passing. He dug his fingers into the dirt, trembling with anguish. He sat there for an eternity before he settled down, and then another eternity before he was ready to go. He ran his hand across the top of her sleek headstone, letting out a shuddering breath.

“Good bye, Vik,” he whispered. And then he was gone.

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