#wobble eiffel tower

[tonyspank]

GREEDY

Warnings: Reader being oblivious, i never snowboarded in my life, and i think that’s all

A/N: who r u 2 should be out today or tomorrow

Core Five, a stupid but fitting nickname Chad had given your group of friends. Well, it's less fitting now as Sam wasn't present for the group's France getaway. Sam wanted to stay back in New York, as she finally had free time with Danny, her obvious boyfriend, whom she had been dating for the past few months.

Core Four, more fitting and still slightly stupid, who had just arrived at a ski resort in Chamonix, France, were excited to enjoy their much-needed vacation.

"I don't understand why we're wasting a night here. We don't even know how to ski!" Tara complained, watching as you and Chad unloaded the luggage from the car. You chuckle while Mindy wraps an arm around Tara's shoulders, "We'll see your Eiffel Tower later in the week, plus Y/N knows how to ski."

Tara pouted, crossing her arms. You close the trunk of the car with a satisfied thud and turn to face Tara. "Not just me. Chad said he knows as well." Tara narrows her eyes at you, "How on earth does Chad know how to ski? He's lived in California half of his life!"

Chad smiles. "I watched a few TikToks to learn." Tara raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "TikTok? Are you sure that's even a reliable source for learning how to ski?" Chad shrugs playfully. "Well, it's worth a shot, right? Plus, I've always been a quick learner."

Tara looks back at you, her skepticism still evident. You just shrug before saying, "I have faith in Chad."

Chad grins at you. "Thank you. It's about time I received moral respect from my fellow core members." Mindy lets go of Tara, groaning at her brother. "Shut up, Dingus."

You laugh at the playful banter between Chad and Mindy and start making your way to the ski resort. Tara quickly catches up to you, and the two of you walk side by side in comfortable silence.

"If we don't get them together by the end of this trip, I don't know what will," Mindy whispers to her brother, who immediately nods, eager to play matchmaker. They exchange silly grins, ready to take on the challenge of bringing you and Tara closer together.

"Wait, what? You only want me to strap in one foot?" Mindy asks you, confusion evident on her face. You nod, "Yeah, just until we get off the lift." Mindy raises an eyebrow but obliges, strapping only one foot into the snowboard binding.

"Time to get on the lift!" Chad shouts, trying his best to run, but it's kind of hard with his foot attached to his snowboard. Tara giggles at Chad, finding his struggle amusing. She looks over at Mindy and you, who calls out after Chad.

"Hey, Chad! Maybe you should slow down before you—" before you can finish your sentence, Chad falls face-first into the snow, causing a small cloud of powder to billow up around him. Mindy and Tara burst into laughter, while you wobble over to your friend with a huge smile on your face.

Chad rolls over on his back, "Let's just... get on the lift...please." You extend a helping hand to Chad, trying to suppress your laughter. "Sure, man, whatever you say," you smile, trying to hide your amusement. Chad gratefully accepts your assistance, and together you all make your way towards the lift.

"Wanna ride with me, Chad?" you ask, still chuckling. Chad glances at Mindy, who shakes her head, indicating that she wants Tara to ride with you instead. "Uhh, maybe Tara should ride with you instead," Chad suggests, giving you a sheepish smile.

You nod in agreement, realizing that it might be better for Tara to ride with you since you actually do know what you're doing. Tara joins you in the lift, looking a bit nervous but also excited for the ride. As the lift starts moving, you put out a hand for her.

Tara hesitates for a moment before taking your hand. "I got you, T. Don't look so worried." You reassure Tara with a comforting smile, reminding her that you've been snowboarding multiple times before. Tara's grip on your hand tightens slightly while the lift continues to ascend.

She admits, "I've always wanted to try snowboarding, but I'm a little scared of falling, plus I lived in California." You smile, squeezing her hand through your glove.

"Don't worry, Tara. I'll be right there with you every step of the way. And falling is just a part of learning, it happens to everyone." You encourage her, hoping to ease her fears and make her feel more confident about trying something new.

You and Tara get off the lift in sync, and she instantly grabs onto your arm for support. You breathe out a laugh, guiding her towards the beginner slope. "Here, put your foot here so I can fasten your binding. I'll make sure it's nice and secure so you feel stable on the slope."

Tara nods, her hands resting on your shoulders as you kneel down to adjust her binding. "Thanks for being so patient with me," she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

You smile reassuringly at Tara and reply, "Of course! Anything for you." You stand up and give Tara a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. You notice the redness on her cheeks, taking it as a sign of the cold weather. But in reality, it was due to the fact that she was blushing at your words.

"Do you want me to adjust your goggles too? Just to make sure your face protected from the wind and snow," you suggest, reaching for her goggles. Tara nods gratefully, allowing you to adjust them snugly around her head. "There you go, all set for a great day on the slopes!"

Tara smiles and thanks you for your help. You smile back, helping her to the beginner's slope. "Oh my god, is that Chad?" Tara exclaims, pointing towards a familiar face in the distance.

"Wait, what the fuck? Why is he actually good at snowboarding?" You squint your eyes to get a better look and notice Chad effortlessly gliding down the slope with impressive skill. "Looks like those TikTok's worked," you remark, surprised by his sudden talent.

"Okay! Your turn. If Chad can do it, you can do it." You encourage Tara, giving her a reassuring pat on the back. "Just remember to stay relaxed, and I'll hold your hand the entire time," you add, confident that she can conquer the beginner's slope like Chad did.

You hold out both of your hands, ready to guide Tara down the slope and provide her with the support she needs. She takes a deep breath and grasps your hands tightly, her snowboard beginning to move down the slope.

"Bend your knees a bit, T!" you shout over the sound of the wind, reminding Tara of the proper snowboarding stance. "Keep your weight centered and let the board glide smoothly. You've got this!"

She follows your instructions, gradually gaining confidence as she glides down the slope. With each turn, she becomes more comfortable and starts to enjoy the adrenaline-rushing experience of snowboarding.

As she gains speed, Tara's smile widens, her excitement evident in her eyes. The rush of the wind against her face and the grasp of your hands against hers make her heart race and her face flush as she sees the happy smile on your face.

You both reach the bottom of the slope, and Tara brings you into a tight embrace. She pulls away, smiling like an idiot. "Oh my god! I did it!" You nod at the shorter girl, pulling up your goggles.

"You did amazing, Tara! See! It wasn't so bad." Tara's cheeks turn a shade of pink as she takes a moment to catch her breath. "I can't believe I—" Tara's words are cut off by Mindy, who waddles to you, breathless and excited. "Guys, that was incredible! I saw the whole thing from the top of the slope!"

Tara's eyes widen in surprise as she looks at Mindy. "You were watching us?" Mindy nods enthusiastically, "Yes! You looked like a power couple out there. Hashtag go Y/ara!"

Tara blushes even deeper at Mindy's comment, and you furrow your eyebrows, confused. "What is Y/ara?" Mindy grins mischievously. "Your ship name, obviously! Keep up with the times, dude."

You chuckle, realizing what Mindy is referring to. "Ah, I see. Y/ara, huh? That's actually kind of catchy." You turn to Tara and give her a playful nudge. "Looks like we have our own ship now, Tara." Tara giggles and playfully rolls her eyes at your comment.

The three of you go back up the slope, meeting up with Chad, who was impatiently waiting for your return. Chad raises an eyebrow at the sight of the three of you. "What took you guys so long?" he asks, a slight smile on his face.

"We were just discussing our new ship name, Y/ara," you explain, grinning. Chad raises his eyebrow and says, "Oh, but Core Five is a bad name." Mindy nods, "It really is. Y/ara is just superior."

Chad chuckles and shakes his head. "I don't know about that, but as long as you all like it, I guess it works," he says, joining in on the playful banter. You turn your head to see a girl struggling to strap her feet onto the board.

"Hey, need a hand?" you offer, walking over to help her. She looks up at you with gratitude and nods, "Thanks, I'm still getting the hang of this." You smile reassuringly and say, "No problem, we all started somewhere."

The girl gives a small smile and says, "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just a bit intimidating at first." You nod in understanding and reply, "Yeah, but with practice, you'll be gliding down like a pro in no time."

You finish her left foot, moving onto her right. She smiles at you, "I'm Ariana, by the way." You return her smile and introduce yourself. "Nice to meet you, Ariana. I'm Y/N."

Ariana blushes slightly and says, "Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate your help." You help her to her feet, holding her arms to keep her from falling. "No problem, Ariana. I'm happy to help," you reassure her. As she gains her balance, you let go of her arms and say, "Just remember to take it slow and steady, and maybe you'll be as good as me." you joke, sending the girl a wink.

Ariana giggles and playfully rolls her eyes. "We'll see about that, Y/N. But I'll definitely give it my best shot." She adjusts her posture and takes a deep breath, ready to take on the slope.

You watch as Ariana pushes off and starts skiing down the slope, gracefully maneuvering her way through the twists and turns. Still, getting the hang of this? She was amazing.

"Hey, Doofus! Gonna snap out of your trance already?" Mindy calls out, breaking your concentration.  You blush and quickly turn your attention back to Mindy, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Sorry guys," you mumble, picking up your snowboard from beside Tara, who has her arms crossed and her jaw tightly clenched.

"Hurry, or we'll leave you behind," Tara warns, her tone laced with impatience. You frown slightly, "Sorry. Are we riding the slope again?"

"Tara wanted to go to our room. She said she's tired and wants to take a break from snowboarding for a while. But I'm up for another run if you are." Chad answers, glancing at Tara. "I don't mind taking a break too," you say, trying to diffuse the tension.

You glance at Tara, who doesn't even look your way, before walking in the direction of the lodge. Her jaw is clenched, and her shoulders are tense, indicating her frustration. You exchange a concerned look with Chad, unsure of what has caused Tara's sudden change in mood.

"What'd I do?" you ask Chad, genuinely confused. Chad just sighs, shaking his head as Mindy does the same.

You arrive in your shared room with Tara a few moments later than her, noticing that she has already closed the door behind her. Using your key to unlock the door, your ears pick up on the noise coming from the shower.

You take off your jackets, hang them on the hooks by the door, and sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether to address Tara's change in mood or give her some space. You quietly grab your phone and start scrolling through social media, hoping that a little distraction will help pass the time until Tara is ready to talk.

Ten minutes later, Tara walks out with just a towel wrapped around her, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. She avoids making eye contact and heads straight to her suitcase to grab some clothes.

Your heart skips a beat. Did she not care that she was basically naked in front of you? You quickly avert your gaze, going back onto your phone to give her some privacy. However, the image of Tara in just a towel lingers in your mind, leaving you feeling both flustered and intrigued.

Quinn messages you, sending you a stupid photo of a funny-looking dog wearing sunglasses.

You let out a sniffle, and Tara mistakes this for a sign of sadness. She turns to you with worry in her eyes, now dressed and throwing her towel on the floor. "Are you okay?"

You raise your head from your phone, smiling. "Oh, yeah. Quinn just texted me." Tara gives you a puzzled look, clearly not understanding why Quinn would even text you knowing you were on vacation. She brushes it off and asks, "What did Quinn send you?"

"Just a stupid photo." You chuckle, putting down your phone. Tara hums in response, making her way towards her own bed. You stand up from yours, standing behind Tara. "Are you okay?"

You ask, concerned about how she acted earlier. Tara turns to face you, a faint smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replies softly. "Just a little tired from the long day."

Tara sits down on her bed, staring up at you. "Are you sure that's all?" you ask gently, sensing that there might be something more bothering her. Tara nods, and you narrow your eyes at her, "Mmm...okay."

You decide to trust Tara's response for now, but you can't shake off the feeling that there might be something she's not telling you. Hoping that she will open up when she's ready, you give her a reassuring smile before going to the bathroom to shower yourself.

When you return to the room, you jump on top of Tara, putting your deadweight on her and playfully pinning her down. Tara giggles and squirms under your weight. "Y/N!"

You straddle her, pinning her arms above her head. As you hold her in place, you playfully tease, "Come on, Tara, spill the beans. Is there something you're hiding from me?" Tara's laughter fills the room as she tries to wriggle free from your playful hold.

"I'm not hiding anything." Tara insists, her laughter subsiding as she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You lean down, blowing raspberries on her neck, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles once again. "Oh, really?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes! Really!" Tara protests, managing to break free from your hold and playfully pushing you away. You both collapse onto the end of the bed, catching your breath and still laughing. "Okay, okay," you say, holding up your hands in surrender. "I believe you... for now."

Tara smiles, watching you crawl back towards her. "You know there's another bed, right?" You chuckle, brushing off her comment. "Why would we waste another perfectly good bed when we're having so much fun right here?" you reply playfully, winking at her. Tara's smile widens as she pulls you closer, clearly agreeing with your sentiment.

-

"What are you ordering?" Tara asks you, looking over the menu. "I'm not sure yet," you respond, scanning the options. "But I might get some crepes."

"You look good today," Chad says to you, admiring your outfit. "Thanks," you reply with a grateful smile. Mindy joins in, "Right! You look like you belong in Paris. Don't you think Tara?"

Tara blushes slightly, taking a sip of her drink to hide it. "I think you've both boosted Y/N's ego enough," she says with a playful tone. You laugh, placing a hand on Tara's thigh to reassure her. "Oh, come on, Tara. It's just a little compliment," you say teasingly. Tara playfully swats your hand away, but her smile tells you she appreciates the gesture.

"Êtes-vous prêts à commander?" The waiter interrupts, asking if you are ready to order. You quickly glance at your friends. "Are you guys ready to order?" you ask, hoping they have made up their minds.

Everyone nods, and you proceed to place the orders for the table. The waiter closes her notepad, smiling at you. "Êtes-vous d'ici? Je ne crois pas vous avoir déjà vu."

You laugh, "Euhhh, non." She tilts her head, edging for you to explain further. "Nous ne faisons que visiter. En fait, je viens de New York." The waiter's smile widens as she responds, "Oh, New York! C'est une ville incroyable. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici?"

"Juste pour s'amuser." You reply with a playful tone, causing the waiter to chuckle. Tara furrows her eyebrows. She didn't exactly understand the conversation going on between you two, but she knew you had already given the waiter everyone's order, so why was she still here?

"Je pourrais peut-être obtenir votre numéro au cas où vous auriez besoin de quelqu'un pour vous faire visiter les lieux." You raise your eyebrows. Was she allowed to ask such a thing on the clock?

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. However, you decide to play along and give her a friendly smile. "Bien sûr. Je suppose, merci."

The waiter smiles wider, ripping a piece of paper from her notepad and handing you a pen. You glance around your table, looking at everyone's reactions to see if they find this interaction as strange as you do. Chad seems amused, while Tara and Mindy appear indifferent. You quickly jot down your number on the paper and hand it back to the waiter, hoping that this won't lead to any awkward encounters in the future.

"Did you just give the waiter your phone number?" Chad asks, raising an eyebrow. You blush and shrug, unsure of how to explain your sudden decision. 'I didn't know what else to do," you mumble, hoping Chad won't tease you about it later.

"Uhh, I don't know? Decline?" Mindy says, rolling her eyes. Tara stays silent, her expression unreadable.

Breakfast continues in an awkward silence as you all try to move past the unexpected moment. The waiter returns with your orders, and you all focus on enjoying your meal, hoping that the incident will soon be forgotten.

When you exit the restaurant, you stand in the middle of the sidewalk, the group trying to decide where to go next. Chad scrolls through his phone, calculating the distance and travel time to various nearby attractions. Mindy suggests going to a local art gallery, while Tara remains quiet, still seemingly lost in her thoughts.

You lift your sunglasses off your face, leaving them perched on top of your head as you grab Tara's hands. Tara stares into your eyes, millions of thoughts going through her mind. She finally breaks the silence, "Are you going to call her?"

You give Tara a reassuring smile and gently squeeze her hands. "No." You simply say. Tara nods, allowing you to pull her into a hug, your bodies swaying back and forth. Tara wraps her arms around you, holding onto you tightly as if she never wants to let go. You place a kiss on the top of her head, not even noticing the group of girls approaching in the distance.

"Excuse me." One of the girls speaks up, catching your attention. Tara breaks away from the hug. Why is it hard to just have one moment of peace with you? You turn towards the group of girls, feeling slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"Can you be in our TikTok?" You raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the unexpected request. "Umm..." Another girl speaks up, "Please. It's just a dancing video. We really admire your style and think you would add a lot to our video." Tara looks at you, waiting for your response.

You consider their request, weighing the pros and cons of joining their TikTok video. On one hand, it could be fun, and it's not every day someone asks you to join one of their TikTok videos. On the other hand, you were enjoying a moment of peace with Tara and didn't want to be interrupted again.

"I can't even dance." You admit smiling. However, the girl reassures you, "Don't worry! You just move your arms in a funny way, it's all about having fun and being silly." You glance at Tara whose head is in her phone.

You frown and say, "Okay." You reluctantly agree, realizing that it might be a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. The girls squeal with excitement and begin showing you how to do the dance, it was actually pretty easy.

One of the girls set their phone on the ground, positioning it to record the five of you dancing together. The music starts playing, and you do the stupid dance for about fifteen seconds before the video stops recording.

"Y/N! Where's Tara?" Mindy shouts, looking around frantically.

You look around and realize that Tara is nowhere to be seen. A feeling of worry washes over you as you start searching for her, hoping she didn't wander off too far.

Walking away from the group of girls, you walk to the twins, confused. "She was just here a minute ago. I'm not sure where she could have gone," you say. "Maybe if you weren't filming TikTok's with those girls, you would have noticed when she disappeared," Mindy remarks sarcastically.

You feel a pang of guilt, realizing that you were too caught up in the moment to keep an eye on Tara. "I'll call her."

-

You walk up behind Tara, who is engrossed in taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower, unaware of the panic she has caused. "Tara, we've been looking for you everywhere. We were worried," you say, trying to hide your relief.

"Sorry." Tara mumbles, but you can tell she doesn't mean it.

Tara's nonchalant response only adds to your frustration. You can't help but wonder if she purposely disappeared to get a reaction from everyone.

"Tara, what the hell is your problem?" you blurt out, unable to contain your anger any longer. Tara twists her body, anger flashing in her eyes as she meets your gaze. "My problem? Maybe if you actually paid attention to me once in a while, you would understand," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"We're here on vacation, Tara! I'm sorry that I'm not giving you my undivided attention every second of the day!" You yell, feeling your frustration rise.

"Oh, but you can give it to random girls you meet," Tara interrupts, her voice dripping with bitterness. Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you struggle to find a response. What?

"...I'm confused?" You stammer, trying to gather your thoughts. "I don't know what you're talking about, Tara. I haven't given my attention to anyone else but you."

Tara scoffs, "Airana? Remember when we were skiing? And then the waiter giving her your number? And just now! Those girls! It's like you're the main attraction in Paris, and it's annoying!"

You feel a pang of guilt as Tara's accusations sink in. The memories of Ariana and the waiter giving her your number flood back, making you realize that perhaps you haven't been as attentive as you thought. But before you can respond, Tara continues to express her frustration, leaving you at a loss for words.

"I wanted to go to Paris and enjoy our time together, but it feels like I'm constantly competing for your attention. I love you, Y/N! And it's so fucking scary because I don't want to lose you, but I also don't want to feel like I'm always fighting for your focus."

"Tara..." you start, walking closer to her. "I love you too. I'm sorry if it seems like I haven't been giving you enough attention, if you didn't notice already, I'm pretty oblivious to things sometimes. It's not that I don't care, it's just that I get caught up in my own thoughts, and I'm a people-pleaser...and maybe a dumbass."

Tara laughs, a small sniffle escaping her. "You're not a dumbass, just a little absent-minded sometimes," she says, wiping away a tear.

"Can I kiss you?" Tara's laughter fades into a warm smile as she nods, her eyes shining with affection. "Of course you can," she replies softly, leaning in closer to meet your lips.

You place a hand on Tara's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. The kiss is gentle at first but quickly deepens as you pour all of your love and longing into it. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment, loving the taste of Tara's lips and the softness of her touch.

You pull away slightly, opening your eyes to meet those pretty brown orbs that are filled with desire and adoration. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, and you can't help but smile as you realize just how lucky you are to have Tara in your life.

Just as you're about to lean in for another kiss, you hear cheering behind you. "Wooo! Finally!" Mindy shouts, clapping her hands excitedly. You turn around to see Chad and Mindy smiling at the two of you.

You pull Tara into a tight embrace, and she hides her face in your chest. "Are you seriously recording?" You glance at Mindy's phone and see that she indeed has her camera out, capturing the entire moment.

Laughing, you playfully scold Mindy for invading your private moment, but deep down, you're grateful to have such supportive friends who are genuinely happy for you.

#tonyspank #jenna ortega x reader #reader insert #jenna ortega #wattpad #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x male reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter fluff #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter scream

[lowkeychenle]

Paris [ZCL] (M)

Description: Smutty Paris trip inspired by him being in Paris rn anyoneee?

Genre: smut

Content Warnings: Public-ish sex (hotel room balcony), Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being interrupted lollll, bent over the railing? idk y'all it's a headcannon that I thought of because he's lookin real good in Paris rn okay (he's also slightly possessive??? but not in a toxic way he's just horny)

Word Count: 761 (it's SO SHORT)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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The cold, metal railing presses against your stomach, sending chills up and down your spine as Chenle’s hand reaches under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs. A slight chill from the air makes you squirm, the hot wetness of your core a great contrast to it.

You have a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from Chenle’s hotel room, and he certainly is putting the sight to good use. The golden lights are almost enough to distract you from the feeling of his cock poking at your entrance.

He smacks your clit with the tip while he gently smacks your ass. “Little slut’s so wet, huh?”

Logically, someone could see the two of you. If anyone decided to walk out onto their own balconies, there’s no hiding what he’s doing to you. But it doesn’t matter. Not to you, not when you’ve craved having him inside you for much too long.

You push back, the pressure against your core making you whine.

“Look at you,” he hums. “So fucking sexy like this, bent over and waiting for me. Don’t want anyone else hearing you, baby, so forgive me.”

You question what he’s doing until you hear the slide of fabric. He reaches forward, the black silk of his tie coming into view before he puts it in your mouth and knots it behind your head. Your whines are still loud, but muffled.

Looking over your shoulder, you see his shirt’s still on, his pants and boxers at his ankles, and his hand around his cock as he slowly strokes himself.

You feel him against you one more time. He slams completely inside you, lurching you forward on the railing. Luckily, the tie blocks the loud moan you let out, your hands gripping onto the metal like your life depends on it. You’re so full, his cock stretching you to your limits as you pant in an attempt to regain your breath.

He only gives you a second to adjust, and then he grips your hips to keep you steady. He starts slow, enjoying the way you squeeze hard around him with every movement. The rub of him against your walls drives you crazy, the squelch of your wetness filling the air. God, you hope nobody’s outside. The idea of someone else seeing you and Chenle like this…you close your eyes and your head lolls forward, the thought causing you to tighten around him.

“Bet you love this, huh?” he grunts, squeezing your ass. “Renjun and Jisung are right next door. You want them to see you like this, don’t you? My pretty girl getting fucked, so tight and wet.”

You moan, pushing back against him.

And then he picks up his pace, pulling out until the tip is barely inside you only to slam back in, sweet, sweet sounds slipping from his lips with each one. He fucks you so hard, you jolt on the railing, your noises barely contained by the thin, sopping fabric of his tie. Pleasure makes you delirious, rolling your hips back to aid him.

With one hand on your hips to keep you steady, he reaches around you to put two fingers on your clit. Your body jerks, the sensation nearly overwhelming. The knot in your stomach threatens to unravel, but you pull his hand away. You don’t want it to be over yet.

“You take what I give you, slut.” He yanks his wrist away only to resume the tight circles on your sensitive bud.

You cry out, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity. Your legs wobble and shake, and the wetness dripping down your thighs makes it easy for him to rub you. All it takes is a few flicks, and you scream around the gag, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Your knees give out, and if it weren’t for Chenle’s grip firm around your middle, you’d crumble to his feet.

The pressure of the rail smacking into your ribs starts to hurt, but you ignore the sensation knowing Chenle���s close, too. His hips buck randomly, curses and moans flying out of his mouth as he helps you ride out your high.

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Squeeze my cock,” he groans, and two thrusts later, he’s spilling deep inside you.

He rocks back and forth to calm himself down. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pulls you upward until his lips brush your ear.

“We’re not done yet, slut. Gotta fuck my girl full of cum, don’t I?” He nips your ear lobe. “Mine.”

#nct dream #chenle #nct imagines #nct #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #chenle smut #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #nct dream chenle #nct smut #nct scenario #nct imagine

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 3.6k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!! ; i know minho is the chef of the group but just suspend your disbelief for this series and pretend it’s jisung

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The following morning came way too fast for your liking. Jisung snoozed his alarm three times and you were still passed out by the time he finally shook you awake. You followed the plan that he’d outlined, using makeup to cover the hickey as best you could. You could still see some purple peeking through if you squinted, but you hoped no one would look at your neck that closely. 

Since you’d worn matching t-shirts yesterday you weren’t being forced to coordinate outfits today. You didn’t even pay attention to the clothes you threw on before you were tying your hair out of your face and walking out the door with Jisung. 

You held his hand, half out of habit, half to steady yourself. You were even more sore than you had been yesterday, like you had predicted, and were having trouble staying upright. 

The rest of the Hans were already in the lobby waiting for you to join them. 

Dom took notice of your wobbly state right away as you stumbled down the stairs with Jisung’s help and cracked a smile. “Can you walk?” he joked. 

Both Minho and Felix whipped their attention towards you but avoided your eyes, expressions unreadable. You could feel Jisung smirking behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back. 

You just grinned sheepishly and nodded. “I’m just sore from yesterday, that’s all.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jisung’s brothers exchange a look and you wanted to die in the spot. You knew they thought you were lying, knew they thought you were sore for a completely different reason. You clearly hadn’t thought your plans from last night through, because this was mortifying. 

“Well do some stretches because we’re going to be doing a lot more walking today,” he exclaimed cheerfully. 

“I’ll be sure to do that,” you promised him half-heartedly, cheeks burning. 

-

You and Jisung lagged behind the rest of the group, like usual, as Dom and Nikki led the way to the first stop of the day. You paused for breakfast at a different, but similar, café and Minho ordered an assortment of baked goods for the six of you to share. Everyone was quiet as they ate, exhaustion already starting to take its toll on the family. 

You were only one day in and your energy was fading. Thankfully, there would be a few days of rest between France and Italy, but until then you were stuck running on empty. 

-

You almost strangled Minho when he elected to take the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower instead of taking the elevators, but kept your composure and settled for mumbling complaints to yourself as you trekked up the 1665 stairs with the rest of the Hans. 

“How are you not sore?” you groaned, low enough so that only Jisung would hear. 

“I am, I’m just not dramatic about it like some people.”

“I will push you off of this goddamn tower right fucking now,” you threatened. 

Your best friend gave you an amused look. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t test me.”

“I’m used to this,” Jisung explained. “Twenty-something years of Han Family Vacations trained me for this moment.”

“Do you guys ever just go to the beach?”

“We do. But there’s lots to do at the beach too. Surfing, volleyball, football, jet skiing, snorkeling, scuba diving-”

“Oh my god, do you people know how to relax?”

“No, not really. It’s not something we’re particularly good at.”

“I guess that explains why you’re all good at everything else.”

If you thought you were winded by the time you made it to the second level of the structure, it was nothing compared to when you reached the top. Your legs felt like jelly and your lungs were on fire. You also felt like you might be sick but that had more to do with your debilitating fear of heights than it did with being winded. 

At least you were able to take comfort in the fact that everyone else was also out of breath. Felix was even doubled over with his hands on his knees, wincing like he had just been kicked in the stomach. 

“Yup, definitely going to feel that tomorrow,” Minho grunted, stretching an arm across his chest. 

“And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself,” you added bitterly. 

He dropped his arm and smiled at you, cocking his head to the side in a playful manner. Sweat had started to gather along his brow, making his bangs stick to his forehead. His hair was a bit lighter than Jisung’s, and not as wild. From what you could tell Minho didn’t make as much effort to style his hair as Jisung did, at least, if he didn’t have anywhere important to go. Minho could get away with leaving his hair down straight, while Jisung had to fight with his curls in the mirror for a minimum of fifteen minutes before he considered himself presentable. He’d let it grow past his shoulders if you let him, but whenever it began to curl up around his ears you always begged him to cut it, insisting that a mullet wouldn’t do him any favors. 

Minho was still smiling at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“What?” you demanded. 

“Nothing,” he said earnestly, shaking his head. “I’m just surprised you still have a voice, that’s all.”

There went your face again, burning with embarrassment. You could feel Minho’s gaze on your neck and brought your hand up to it subconsciously, fingers brushing over where Jisung had given you the hickey. Had you already sweat your makeup off? It wouldn’t surprise you given the heat and amount of exercise you had just done. 

But if Jisung had noticed it, he didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t say anything else about last night for the rest of the day. 

“Want a drink?” Jisung piped up from behind you, putting a hand on your waist. 

“I already have a water bottle,” you replied in confusion. 

“No, like a drink,” he clarified and tipped his hand towards his mouth with his thumb and pinky out, nodding at something behind him. 

It was a champagne bar, and it had just opened for the day, but there was already a significant line formed at the counter. It seemed as if all of the visitors were eager to start day drinking as soon as humanly possible. 

You considered Jisung’s suggestion and shrugged. When were you going to get the chance to drink champagne on top of the Eiffel Tower again? And if everyone was doing it, you might as well join…

Jisung rallied his brothers to go order for your party while you waited with his parents. Dom and Nikki decided to go look out over the edge of the balcony while you stayed back, having already pushed the limits with your fear of heights. You people-watched instead, observing the numerous couples and families enjoying their vacations. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to Jisung offering you a flute of rose champagne. The glass was cold to the touch and it soothed your warm skin. You clinked your glass against his in cheers and took a small sip. The bubbles felt good on your throat and you had to remind yourself not to chug the rest in front of Jisung’s family. Despite what they already knew about you, you still wanted to keep up appearances as much as possible. 

“This is pretty romantic, isn’t it?” Jisung remarked, staring off at the surrounding city.

“It would be if I wasn’t sweating my ass off,” you sighed. 

He chuckled and shook his head. “The alcohol is just going to make it worse.” 

“I know,” you groaned, “but it’s cold and it makes my brain feel tingly so I’m going to ignore that.”

“A couple more of these and you won’t be able to walk back down the stairs.”

“I’m already not able to walk back down the stairs. I can barely feel my fucking legs,” you complained, taking a bigger sip of your champagne. 

“Maybe we should have trained you for this,” Jisung joked. “Like how athletes train for marathons or something.”

“I don’t think it would’ve helped,” you admitted.

He shrugged and downed the last of his drink in one go. “Guess we’ll never know.”

-

You and Jisung spent your free day roaming around the city by yourselves. You visited the bookstore Minho had told you about and Jisung bought you a couple of books- despite your protests. He insisted that it was part of his duties as your fake boyfriend as well as compensation for agreeing to be his fake girlfriend and who were you to deny him? You actually did try to deny him, several times. But he was annoying enough to get you to break so you let him buy you some paperbacks off of your to-read list and a French translation of your favorite novel. 

By the evening you were both too tired to stray much further than where you had found yourselves so you were content to stay put and wander the surrounding streets together. 

Notre Dame was across the street from the book shop so you made your way over there so that you could stare up at it in awe. The cathedral was still closed for construction so there wasn’t much to do there other than take a picture in front of it while making an obscene gesture at the camera. 

After that Jisung led you down the steps to the Seine river where you sat in comfortable silence together. You perched yourselves on the edge of the water, Jisung sitting cross-legged with you laying your head in his lap, and left each other to your own devices. You started reading one of your new books and Jisung pulled out his camera to capture what was happening around you.

The sun was beginning to set behind the tall arched roofs, bathing the city in soft pinkish-orange light. The water was too choppy to make out a proper reflection of the sunset, but you could still catch glimpses of pink clouds and fading blue sky if you really tried. 

Slowly, the noise and life around you died down along with daylight. Pedestrians and bikers were fewer and fewer until there were hardly any at all. You and Jisung waved to the ferries and party boats as they passed, delighting in the blinking lights and honking horns you got in return. 

It wasn’t long until Jisung convinced you to pack up your things with him to head back to the hotel. You slept in the taxi on the way home.

-

The rest of the French leg of the vacation consisted of a bus trip to Versailles, a day exploring the historical neighborhoods of Provence, and an afternoon getting lost in Cassis before you were getting your passport stamped at the Port du Cassis to travel to Italy. 

Italy was Jisung’s choice, being the foodie of the group. He was interested in the touristy stuff too, but his main motivation for choosing Italy was the culinary aspect.

You wouldn’t arrive for a couple of days though, since you were traveling by fucking yacht. The plan was to set sail from Cassis and take the scenic route through the Mediterranean Sea all the way to Venice. 

You had been in shock when you first stepped on board the Fallin’ Flower and you were still shocked an hour later once you had been dismissed to unpack. You had never been on a yacht before and you weren’t entirely convinced that you were on one now. You thought you might have been dreaming. 

“What do your parents do again?” you mumbled in disbelief as you settled into your own little cabin with Jisung. 

“Uh, Dad’s a writer. He does some stand-up comedy. Mom’s got her own photography business.”

You looked up at the crystal chandelier above the bed. “Are you sure your family doesn’t have any gang affiliation?”

Jisung laughed and shook his head. “You still haven’t figured it out?”

“Figured what out?”

“Minho.”

“What about Minho?”

“He’s the one paying for most of this.”

“What? How? He’s only like twenty-something!”

“He’s a dancer.”

“Like on Broadway?”

“Try K-pop.”

“Damn,” you whispered, feeling almost numb with shock that your best friend was related to someone famous. “Is he any good?”

“A lot of people seem to think so,” he said with a shrug. “Nowadays he mostly choreographs for groups but he used to be a backup dancer for BTS and is pretty well known in the industry and related circles, especially among their fans.”

Suddenly it all made sense. The Audi, the yacht- why Minho always had his hood up like he wanted to blend in. A fucking K-pop idol. Kind of. 

“You probably don’t remember this,” Jisung added after a moment’s pause, “but when we first met I asked if you liked K-pop.”

“And that’s how you decided if we could be friends or not,” you concluded.

Jisung nodded. “You said you’d never listened to a single song. So I knew you’d like me for me.”

“Do people really try to use you just to get to your brother?” you asked.

“You’d be surprised.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is.”

Silence fell between the two of you as you continued to put away your things. 

“I can’t believe you never told me your brother is famous.” 

“I know. I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Are you mad?” 

You considered your answer before you said it. It did sting a little that Jisung wouldn’t tell you something as big as this, you were under the impression that you told each other everything, but you understood why. Even though it made it seem like he didn’t completely trust you. 

“No,” you answered finally. “I’m not mad. I’m a little hurt, we’ve been friends for so long, but I get why you wouldn’t want to tell me.”

“It’s not that I thought you’d see me differently, or ditch me for my brother, but I was selfish. I wanted to keep you to myself for as long as possible.” His admission took you by surprise but made you feel warm regardless, even if it didn’t fully make sense to you. “It was never about you,” he assured you. “It was always about him.”

You nodded and cleared your throat awkwardly. Neither of you had ever been very good at the deep stuff. 

“I think I’m going to go lay out on the deck,” you said, grabbing one of your bikinis from your open suitcase. “You wanna come?”

Jisung declined, mumbling something about a sunburn waiting to happen, and opted to nap in the cabin instead. He promised to join you later and laid back on the bed, left arm covering his eyes. 

You changed into your swimsuit and made your way up to the top deck of the boat where Nikki and Minho were laid out in sun chairs already, chatting about the view of the water. 

“Y/n!” Nikki exclaimed when you entered her field of vision. She sat up and pushed her sunglasses back to look at you properly. “I’m so glad to see you up and about, come join us!”

You swallowed thickly and approached the two, sitting gingerly on the edge of a lounge chair across from them. Minho shot you a glance and smiled easily. You waited for the weird feeling or the nervousness to come, now that you knew more about who he really was, but it didn’t. He was still just Minho to you. You were much more nervous talking to Jisung’s mom. 

“Where’s Jisung?” Nikki asked, voicing what Minho must’ve also been thinking.

“He’s resting in our room,” you explained. “I wanted to catch a bit of sun before it set so it’s just me for now.”

“That’s good too,” she said, her smile matching Minho’s. “I’ve been meaning to tell you how happy I am that you’re tagging along with us!”

“I think you told her, mum,” Minho pointed out, sounding embarrassed on Jisung’s behalf. 

“I know, but I just meant that the more I get to know you the more I can see why you make Jisung so happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.”

You felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest, another one of those nagging thoughts telling you that what you were doing was wrong. It’s true that you made Jisung happy, just not in the way his mom thought. 

“I don’t know if he told you this,” she continued, “but we’ve never met one of his girlfriends. So when he told us about you-”

“Mom,” Minho interrupted, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to give her a look. 

Nikki pursed her lips together and took the cue from her eldest. “Sorry, I won’t embarrass Jisung anymore while he isn’t here to defend himself.”

“When he’s present it’s fair game?” you guessed. 

“Exactly. Same goes for all my boys.” The last part was clearly directed at Jisung who tsked in exasperation and put his AirPods in. 

You watched your best friend’s mother pick up the book that had been laying flat on her stomach and resume reading it, prompting you to fish a book of your own out from your tote bag. 

“Oh, hon, don’t forget to put on sunscreen,” Nikki reminded you suddenly, “you might not burn as easily as our family, but it’s still important to protect your skin. If you need some you can borrow some of ours.”

“That would be great, actually.” 

Nikki passed a tube of sunscreen to Minho who passed it to you. You smiled gratefully and immediately began applying the lotion to your arms and legs. You hoped Jisung’s mom didn’t think any less of you for forgetting something so important. You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, but internally you were docking yourself points from the Hans’ overall impression of you. 

Once you covered every part of your body that you could reach you were left with a dilemma. You still needed sunscreen on your back. You could either ask your supposed boyfriend’s mom to help you apply it, or your supposed boyfriend’s older brother. Neither option was ideal, nor was walking all the way back downstairs and waking up the aforementioned supposed boyfriend just to put sunscreen on your back. 

You’d just ask his mom. No big deal. It was like asking an aunt, right? There was no reason you couldn’t-

When you looked back over to Nikki you realized that she had fallen asleep. Her book lay abandoned on her shoulder, likely still turned to the same page it had been when she last picked it up a few minutes ago. You debated waking her up, but decided against it.

It was fine. You could just burn. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal. You wouldn’t stay out in the sun for too long anyway…. but you knew Jisung would be mad at you if you did. And Nikki would be disappointed if she found out that you had gotten a sunburn literally right after she had told you to put sunblock on. 

It wouldn’t be a big deal to ask Minho if you didn’t make it a big deal. All you had to do was get up the courage and-

“Do you need help?”

You almost screamed when you heard Minho break the silence. It was as if he could read your mind- not that it was hard to when you had your arms wrapped awkwardly around your torso, hands covered in white lotion trying to reach your back with little success. 

“Uh, yeah. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

Minho stood from his chair and crossed the deck to yours where he situated himself behind you on the cushion, straddling the metal frame of the chair. He held one of his hands out for your to wipe the sunscreen off of yours so that he could apply it.

“I’m going to start with your neck, okay?” he asked. You nodded in response. “It might be a little cold.”

You braced yourself for his touch, but still tensed when you felt his fingers on your skin for the first time. The lotion was cold, and a shiver rolled down your spine as he began to rub it in. His hands were strong. It was impossible not to notice with the way he was massaging the sunscreen into your shoulders. Your breath hitched when he slid a finger under one of your bikini straps and pushed it to the side. He muttered a tight “sorry” as he worked on the areas that had been covered by the straps and quickly moved on to your lower back. 

You told him it was fine, but your voice was shaky. You tried to tell yourself that it was fine, but you were less convinced. 

Minho was a friend, friends did this for each other all the time. But your body was betraying you. Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or… something else. Something else that you wouldn’t let yourself think about. 

It wasn’t even that hot out, but you were sweating, and you prayed Minho couldn’t feel it. You breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled your straps back up to where they had been sitting on your shoulders, only for your relief to be cut short as he slipped his hand under the band across your back with more sunscreen.

And as luck would fucking have it another voice piped up from out of nowhere. A voice belonging to your best friend. 

“What did I miss?”

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[growmydarling]

Picture this Wobbly H (or Eiffel Tower, if you will):

Me: On my hands and knees, groaning and moaning. My gut full, distended, creeping closer to the ground, the contents sloshing with every movement.

You: Behind me, hands gripping my ever softening hips, pegging my widening ass, driving home the fact I'm not a man anymore, I'm a gluttonous PIG to be used for other's pleasure

The other stand of the H: A fountain of heavy cream, or butter, or whatever fattening delicious liquid you would choose, pumped directly into my mouth.

Fantasies like this ^ inspire my gluttony, and today I felt like sharing it with you, since I blame your blog for growing out of my favorite shirt.

Mmmm, so hot. Nothing sexier than feeling my arms and hands slip into your layers of plush flab and wondering how much further my hands will slip a hundred pounds from now. Let's take that heavy cream and add chocolate so you keep guzzling it down. Keep growing out of all your shirts darling, they look better as crop tops anyways! 💕

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[daintydoilypon]

TMI: If something really scary happens, do you go cold? Turn pale? or Faint?

Usually this. I did this weird thing where after I watched Dead Silence as a young teen, I trained myself to not react. At most, I just flinch slightly and go "Oh hey" when something scary occurs.

I do go weak at the knees when it comes to heights though. I went to the top of the Eiffel Tower when I was 18 and my legs went all wobbly so I just went right back to the elevator lol.

#tmi tuesday #text post

[fragileizywriting]

"it's going to be cold up there!" little emma cries, hiding her face in adrien's neck.

"no, no, you'll be okay," he tells her. she's equipped with a marshmallow coat, thick pants, little boots and the world's tiniest little beanie that has two triangles at the top shaped like little cat ears. black hair just like her mother fans out at her chin in the suggestion of wavy hair; the more she grows, the more texture similar to adrien's hair appears, but when she frowns— brows pinched in the middle and lip starting to wobble— adrien can't help but see luka's sad expression on her face. "it's going to be okay! barely windy, i promise."

"you promise?" she asks him, cuddling close.

"i promise, princess. as soon as the elevator doors open, everything will be fine and you're going to love the view from up there." after all, what kid doesn't like walking on the eiffel tower's glass floors and looking down at how far the earth is?

--

it is exceptionally windy, and miserable, and cold, and the first thing that emma does when the elevator doors open and they're blasted by wind is put her mitten hands on adrien's jaw, turn him to face her in his arms, and says: "i told you, papa!" while frowning at him really, really hard.

adrien spends the rest of the day apologizing profusely.

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[phoebe-delia]

Knew It All Along

I have the distinct honor of getting to write for @m0srael for the wheel of drarry exchange. They requested: "a scenario in which Harry congratulates Draco for a major accomplishment? Something he didn't believe he could do? Just Harry being super in love and proud."

Mose deserves all the world's most wonderful things. (This is not one of those things, because for true wonder you'll have to read Mose's fics and also probably go see the Eiffel Tower, but I've done my best). Enjoy!

Read here below the cut or on AO3!

"Thank you—thank you so much," Draco held the mobile to his ear—grateful the Wizarding world had adopted the Muggle technology so the person on the other end wouldn't see the wild grin on his face. "Yes, I look forward to it. Thank you, again. Alright—yes, you too, goodbye."

He ended the call and let the phone slip from his fingers to fall safely on the couch cushions. He brought his hand to his wobbling smile as his eyes filled with tears.

I did it. I fucking did it.

His throat choked up a bit, and he wiped at his eyes. He picked up the phone again and cleared his throat while he dialed another number, leg bouncing as it rang in his ear.

"Draco! Love, I was just about to call you, I'm at the supermarket and—"

"Harry!" Draco shouted with unrestrained glee. "Harry!!"

"What!?" Harry sounded alarmed. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm great—I'm so fucking happy, Harry, I got—" Draco fought through the tears. "I got it. Harry I got it. They sent and Owl with the contract and called me and I got it—"

The phone disconnected, and Draco stared at it in shock before he heard a telltale pop and whirled around to see Harry looking at him with an ear-splitting grin.

"Draco!! Oh my GOD!!" Harry ran over and swept Draco in his arms, picking him up and spinning him around. "Oh my god, I'm so happy for you!! You did it, baby, you deserve this so much." Harry set him down, pressed a loving kiss to his lips, and cupped Draco's face in his hands. "I'm so goddamn proud of you. What did they say?"

Draco felt the tears start to come again, but he saw the same emotion shining in Harry's eyes. "They said I impressed a lot of people. And they see me doing great things there. And they're excited to have me."

"Of course they are," Harry grinned. "I told you you'd get it! I knew you would, baby. And they should be excited—they're so lucky to have you. You're so smart, and so capable, and so hard-working, and they're going to love you, I just know it."

Draco sniffed and smiled wetly. "Thank you, Harry." He burrowed himself in the warm, comforting safety of Harry's chest as the other man wrapped him up in his arms. They stood there together in a tight hug, Draco's eyes closed and his wet cheek against Harry's soft jumper. Until he remembered—

"Harry, where are the groceries?"

Harry looked confused a moment, and then his face melted into annoyance. "Damn it, I apparated straight here. I left the cart—" he looked away and flushed.

Draco felt his lips curl into the beginning of an amused smile. "Where?"

Harry bent his head. "In the middle of the store. Full of groceries."

Draco threw his head back and laughed, and Harry frowned for a moment before he gave in and started chuckling too.

"I'll order takeaway," Draco reached for the phone, but Harry stopped him.

"Don't—let me take to you to dinner. To celebrate."

Draco grinned slowly. "Yeah?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, of course. You know why?"

Draco smirked, stepping back into Harry's space. "Why?"

Harry pressed their foreheads together, looking Draco in the eye. "Because you fucking did it."

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[lady-assnali]

Gigi, in her first few weeks of being discovered and thrust into the modeling world, is facing the adjustment period while having to deal with the busiest season of the year. New York is easy. New York has her support system. Once she hits Paris, however, reality sets in. There’s only one voice she wants to hear.

Gigi had come to love the mystery of the mirror; of manipulating her face and donning a wig and not quite knowing who she would see on the other side. The week had been a whirlwind of castings and fittings and over here, arms out, head back. Life had become a desperate clawing toward being timely and happy, both of which seemed impossible according to the more seasoned girls.

They called her baby Geege-mostly affectionately-and soon enough she grew used to the rotating cast of people in her life.

She found herself busy that month, bustling around new cities and rushing to get to places where they rushed her through fittings and then rushed her onto the runway, where she finally got a chance to just walk. Then, she’d rush out of wherever she’d been to catch a train or a bus or an Uber and hold her phone to her ear, desperate to hear that same familiar voice on the other end.

“If it isn’t international supermodel and best friend in the world Gigi Goode’” It was almost always a variation on that greeting that hit her instantly, made her heart swell in her chest and her body ache for home. They hadn’t really been apart since they’d met that first day in the city, and hearing Crystal’s voice made the distance between them seem even farther than the physical mileage.

“What’s next?” Crystal would ask, and although they both knew the answer the unspoken meaning behind it was truly “when are you coming home?”

“London.” She’d said that night, walking back to her apartment from the Uber. “I’m sad to leave Paris. We should come back together some day. I’ll show you the Eiffel Tower all lit up, we’ll shove food in our faces all day, we’ll drink the cheapest wine we can find and eat warm baguettes while we walk. It’s just…this is unreal, Crys.”

“I’ve been seeing your picture everywhere. Your walk for Fenty…?”

“Yeah,”

“Okay, what’s wrong? And don’t give me crap, Geege. You’re not you, I can hear it.”

“I don’t know what’s happening…” The silence lingers. Gigi leans against the wall outside of the hotel, nodding at the doorman. Looking out on unfamiliar streets, reading signs in an unfamiliar language, loneliness seeps into her skin like the brisk air. She sighs, shifts her weight in her sneakers. She’s tired. Weeks of walking have brought blisters to her feet she would not admit to. The world has gone by in such a flash of time that it’s difficult to remember that there was a life where she hadn’t been interested in walking at all. Here in Paris, modeling had become her entire existence.

“I really miss you.” Gigi lets the admission slip from where it hung in her fuzzy, sleep deprived brain. She whispers mostly to herself. Her knees wobble. Her voice cracks.

“I miss you too,” Crystal’s line is suddenly filled with noise-voices and chatter and her name repeated over and over again. Gigi can hear her shuffling, shushing, a door slamming. “You’re going to do so much-you’re doing so much. You’re incredible, Gigi. This is it.”

“What if…I don’t know. What if I don’t want this to be it?”

“Then you come home, and we go on a long journey to find your it. This includes an 80s movie montage with cheesy music, too, in case you were wondering. We’ll get a studio space and split it right down the middle-half for your sewing and half for my art. Or I’ll quit art and become your assistant and organize fabric and pack orders and make you laugh all day. Or I’ll suddenly become famous and you can live off of my earnings and do whatever you want to do for the rest of your life-only walk when you want to.”

Gigi lets out a heavy breath on her side of the line, hugging her jacket against herself. There’s still shuffling on Crystal’s end; the start of music, the sound of footsteps passing in the hallway.

“What are you doing tonight? What time is it there?”

“Almost seven-we’re going out, Jan’s new group is doing a show. It’s supposed to be really good, that’s what she said”

“That’s what she always says.” Gigi laughs affectionately, attempting to tune her ear into the bustling she would have been a part of if she hadn’t left. Her heart falls when she can’t clearly make out any of the voices through the muffled line, aching for the familiarity of her friends and their faces and their home.

“Take pictures for me,” she says sweetly. “Don’t let the fame get to Jan’s head. I have one more day here and then I’m on the plane-I’ll have Wi-Fi at the London hotel too. Maybe we can try to Skype.”

“We will Skype. Name a time and my schedule will be cleared.”

Something about the sincerity in Crystal’s voice through the phone stops Gigi’s voice in her throat, stinging her eyes with fresh tears. She clears her throat, attempting to shuffle through the fuzzy itinerary in her mind before giving up, knowing she’ll be scouring her schedule for a long enough clearing the second she gets back into the hotel. The promise of talking to her best friend face to face, albeit through a screen, is enough to give her a new burst of hopeful energy. Maybe, she thinks, she can actually do this.

She’s lingered so long on this train of thought that she can hear Crystal shuffling around on the other end, allowing the drifted conversation to stay where Gigi had left it. She’s probably getting ready, the sounds of drawers opening accompanied by the soft humming Crystal would do when concentrating. If Gigi were there she’d be singing along, standing side-by-side with her at the sink. Crystal would let her choose her glitter, let her watch the intricate process of getting it to stick while they laughed at each other. She’d dance, and Gigi would wiggle, and then they’d share space in the back of the cab and tell their own jokes on the way there. The night would end with both of them physically worn out and still a little drunk, sharing space in Crystal’s bed while everyone else piled up around the apartment. They’d talk until one of them fell asleep.

A vespa whirs by along the lamp lit street as Gigi breathes out a weighted sigh, blinking back another wave of emotion. She shuffles on her feet, moves away from the wall of the hotel. The doorman nod at her, raising his eyebrow in an unspoken question of worry. She waves him off, smiling weakly before speaking back into the phone in a low, wet voice.

“Tell the girls I say hi please.”

“I will. Tell your new friends not to party too hard-I need you back in one piece.” And before she hangs up, Crystal’s tone turns tender, sincere. “I’ll text you. We’ll talk again as soon as we can.”

          “Okay.”

          Gigi walks back into her shared hotel room hastily. Barely remembering to grab her toiletries, she makes a beeline for the bathroom. The tears escape her the second she turns on the shower.

          She’s finally living her dream.

          She just hadn’t realized the adjustment would hit her so hard.

#crygi #you can tell it’s Monday because i posted this to the wrong blog and noticed half a second too late #whatever #here’s baby model Gigi #she is my everything she can do no wrong #(I also just reread Body Grammar by Jules Ohman and if you like fashion and queer stories i can not recommend that book enough #that’s what’s got me posting baby model Gigi I can’t get her out of my brain since reading that book

[aalissy]

Sentimonster

I had a lottt of fun writing this chapter hehehe. I looove writing Adrien is a sentimonster fics. I hope you like this chapter :). Even if it’s a lil angstier than usual.

AO3

Ladybug felt her own eyes brim with tears as Adrien collapsed into her arms with a heavy sob. Slowly, she rubbed his back, trying to offer him some modicum of comfort. She glared daggers at Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur as they were led into the back of a police car. Both of them were squirming and arguing with the officers as they roughly shoved them forward. 

Good, Ladybug couldn’t help thinking. They deserved that sort of treatment after everything that they had been doing to Paris. And to Adrien. Her heart twinged in her as chest as she once again looked down at the boy who had thrown himself into her arms. His body was still shaking with suppressed sobs and she was all at once glad that the police had taken care of Gabriel and Nathalie. Because, right now, with the fury burning within her at what they did to their son... well, it certainly wouldn’t be pretty. 

Regardless, Ladybug couldn't help breathing out a tiny sigh of relief. It was finally over. She and Chat... Adrien, she reminded herself, had done it. Hawkmoth was gone and would no longer be terrorizing the citizens of Paris. Well, with akumas anyway. A heavy weight fell on her shoulders as she looked down once again at Adrien. It wasn’t over for him. It would likely never be over for him. But she would always be here, loving and taking care of him. No matter what.

Squeezing his shoulders, she was about to questioningly murmur if he wanted to get out of here before a voice interrupted her. “This is all your fault!” Gabriel Agreste’s icy cold voice shouted over to them. “If Emilie hadn’t damaged the Peacock miraculous making you then none of this would have happened! I wouldn’t have needed either of your miraculouses and I would have been happy with my wife!”

Adrien tensed in her arms and she saw red. Murderous rage welled up inside her and Ladybug whipped her head up to scowl at him with a pair of blazing, blue eyes. “You shut UP!” she screamed, cuddling Adrien close to her protectively. A wave of pride hit her when Gabriel flinched back, turning a pair of wide eyes to her instead. “This is all your fault! Adrien grieved for his mother and you know that! That’s exactly what you should have been doing instead of committing terrorist acts! You made these decisions Gabriel and now you’re getting the punishment for them! You’re only lucky that the police are handling you right now and not me!”

Practically shaking with anger, Ladybug stared at him with murderous intent until he was finally shoved into the back of that police car. Once he was finally gone, she stood up, scooping Adrien into her arms and flinging her yo-yo through the air. There was only one destination in mind right now. Their place. The top of the Eiffel Tower. 

Ladybug had to get him out of there and she hoped that their spot would make him feel at least a little better. The amount of late-night patrols and chats they had up here when she was feeling down meant everything to her. Now, it was finally her turn to pay the favor. She only hoped that she was half as good at it as Adrien was. 

Touching down on the cool metal, she slowly put him onto the ground. Ladybug winced with pain as he snuggled closer to her in an attempt to remain in her arms. But they needed to talk. When she put him down, Ladybug peered up into his red-rimmed eyes which were currently avoiding hers, trying to give him a shaky smile. “Adrien, mon minou. Please look at me.”

“I can’t,” he said with a wobbling voice. Adrien sucked in a gasp, shaking his head roughly as tears streamed down his cheeks once more. “You heard him, Ladybug. This is all my fault. I’m a monster.”  

“No. No, you are not, Adrien.” Ladybug turned his head to face hers, determination fueling her. She stared at him with a pair of serious eyes. She would never let him think of himself as a monster. Especially when he wasn’t one. “Adrien Agreste, you are a hero. Paris’ best hero. You save people. You save me. Nearly every day. I would not have been able to do this without you. Regardless of whether you were created from the peacock miraculous or not. You are you. And that is someone who is kind, considerate, thoughtful, wonder-”

Before she could even finish listing off all the things she loved about him, Adrien had thrown his arms around her. “Thank you, Ladybug,” he whispered. 

“Of course, Adrien. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you, ever. You’re my best friend... m-my partner.” 

Hugging him tighter to her, she buried her face in his shoulder. It was time. It was finally time. Of course, Ladybug had always dreamed that they would do this together. Clenching their eyes shut as they both whispered their detransformation phrases. And, she had certainly hoped for a lot less pain and tears. But that had all been ripped away by the fact that Gabriel Agreste had been Hawkmoth the whole time.

Of course, Adrien had detransformed to confront him. She would have done the exact same thing if it had been her papa. She’d have wanted him to know that it was her he had been hurting this whole time. 

Sucking in a deep breath for courage, Ladybug pulled out of his arms to give him a shy smile. Quietly, she murmured, “So I suppose it’s finally time, huh?”

Adrien blinked at her, tilting his head in an adorably confused manner. “Time? Time for what?”

Good. He was at least a little less focused on what just happened. “Time for this,” she said before whispering her detransformation phrase, “Tikki, spots off.”

Slowly, the magic fell away and there stood a shy, blushing Marinette. Lifting her hand up in a wave, she stuttered, “H-hello, Adrien.”

“Marinette.” He breathed out her name reverently. It sent goosebumps up her spine, leaving her feeling just as lovestruck as she was when he gave her that umbrella all those years ago.

Suddenly, she was wrapped up in a tight embrace as he clutched her to him once more. “Of course it’s you! It couldn’t have been anyone else! I’ve only ever been in love with you!”

And, suddenly, Marinette was hazy with confusion. In love with her? Surely he couldn’t mean... 

“W-what?!” She leaned her head back to stare at him with a pair of wide eyes.

“I know.” Adrien grinned at her sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t feel the same way because of that other boy but I-”

She cut him off by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. It was as soft and perfect as she had imagined. Marinette could have stayed like this forever if she didn’t need to tell him she loved him too. 

Disconnecting their lips with a gentle pop, she smiled back at him. “It was you, Adrien. It was always you. You were the other boy. I love you. You've always been my Buttercup.”

Adrien’s eyes widened before he captured her lips in another wonderful kiss. Sighing happily into his mouth, she let herself melt into him. Right now, there were no worries... no cares. Right now it was just two teenagers in love. And when they finally pulled apart they would figure everything out, together. Just the way they always had.

#ladrienjune2022 #ladrienjune #ladrien #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #fic #fanfic #ml fic #adrien is a sentimonster #sentimonster adrien #angst #hurt/comfort #reveal #identity reveal

[wilheminalibrary]

1/30/2024

The Great Wave: Perspectives, Tits, and 2024

It's the end of the beginning. January's newborn blood runs off the year as we look at February. I'm long overdue to update this blog and here we are: an update.

Things are going pretty well, all things considered. I'm writing. My habit of writing in series and along thematic lines continues. When I visited my sister in Seattle I found myself in the Seattle Asian Art Museum. Amongst the traditional art from Korea, Japan, India, and elsewhere, there was a visiting exhibit about the influence of Japanese woodblock prints on French artist Henri Riviere. Posters for Chat Noir hung alongside the iconic work of the artist Hokusai. The pieces, in conversation with one another, swirled around like shadows on the wall until I was pulled forcefully toward the exhibit's focal point.

Hokusai's most iconic work is The Great Wave from his series 36 Views of Mount Fuji. This breathtaking image with its meticulous composition and simple shapes had such a profound impact on Henri Riviere that the French artist created his own tools to approximate their technique. In homage to Hokusai's Mt Fuji works, Riviere made his own 36 Views of the Eiffel Tower.

Staring at the work of both artists in the museum, I was swallowed up completely. Here was the singular and inimitable Eiffel Tower broken into a kaleidoscope of 36 images across time and perspective to reflect the myriad ways these fixtures of our world change us with their changes.

Riviere’s art shows the infancy of the tower, its wobbling coltish legs years before they stood in the center of Paris. It shows the construction workers resting in the crosshatched iron of its adolescent belly. The work makes me see what was a garish tourist trap as something deeper. As the end result of a collaborative and demanding journey of work. It shows the context. It shows the respect Riviere not only had for the Eiffel tower itself, but also the work of his art’s inspiration. To see all the pieces of the puzzle together resulted in pure awe as I stood in the room.

This is my favorite thing about art and my largest gripe with most art museums: the white walls. I hate the vacuum of museums. Stripping pieces of their context save for a plain text plaque. Personally, I love to be choked with context. I like to be surrounded and steeped in background. To see Riviere amongst his influences, to see a full picture distilled into something so small and simple as a paperback book of prints. Art lives in its moment, over and over again to inform how we see it now. I like eating the whole meal, to better burn what I can into something beautiful and transformative.

Inspired, I sat down in one of the museum's chairs and wrote a poem about my breasts. That one poem has since evolved into my latest exploration. Hokusai honored the landscape of Japan by treating it like a system of stars and planets swirling around the mist-capped mountain. Riviere honored France's history and breadth by showing an Eiffel Tower under construction and framed in the distance. I decided to honor my transitioning body by writing about my tits.

To me, tits are a fascinating concept. All my life I ran terrified from the concept of "man boobs"and the distinctly toxically masculine way fat is treated on the body of men. Tits are something the human body is set against in relief. Their absence, their presence, their connotations. Tits are for mothers. They’re for infants. They’re for feeding and eating. As I fitfully work to grow my own breasts into the shape of my dreams, I meet a woman who feels most at home without them.

Her megawatt confidence at her smooth, nipple-less chest fits perfectly with the bursting joy of my budding one. We fit, inspirations to each other. Again, even by their defining absence, tits have some strange and almost supernatural capacity to evoke strong emotion one way or the other.

To distill my personal journey, once again I turn to the writer Dodie Bellamy (who I should really send an edible arrangement or something at this point considering the impact she's had on me) and her book The Mina Harker Letters like I always do:

"my breasts are no longer breasts but titties just the thought of keyboarding the word titties excites me."

They do excite me. In selfies, in the mouths of lovers, in my hands, in their aching weight on my chest. I can’t seem to shut up about them. So, if I can produce 36 poems of a satisfactory quality about my tits, then I'll have, if you'll pardon the pun, a body of work. Maybe a chapbook. Maybe something longer. Who knows?

On the subject of my body, another development is that I've been exercising. The same visit I met Hokusai and Riviere, my brother-in-law gave me his old VR headset. Since then I've been doing rhythm and boxing workouts at least three times a week. I won't allow this to become a praise song for good ol' fashioned Sweat and #Grindset propaganda but the central truth is I'm happy. It's about discovering the body, the same work that I do with my writing. Being trans means acknowledging the will of the flesh, the pull towards change. The body I want has tits, works out, and loves women. That's all I've been able to work out lately but that's been enough for me.

It’s another country in this shifting continent of my flesh. I notice new changes every day, just like with my hormones. I suddenly crave movement. I suddenly experience joy with sweat and strength. I even drink fucking water. I had a smoothie for lunch. Just like with my tits, there’s a past version of myself who would bet a bullet on never turning into something that has a smoothie for lunch.

Another year of change seems to be rumbling in the clouds at the horizon.

Last year I rekindled my love of poetry, started writing and performing regularly again, and found success, but, more importantly, found happiness. This year promises to be no different and I feel nothing but excitement.

Here's to more writing. More working out. More discovery of what this body wants.

What it can let go of.

What it can hold.

Yours with an open mouth,

-B

#transgender #poetry #blog #hokusai #eiffel tower

[allianzlistings]

Globe-Trotting Gaffes: My Hilariously Unpredictable Journey with Allianz Travel

As a seasoned (and often clumsy) traveler, I've had my fair share of travel misadventures. From missing flights to language mix-ups, I thought I'd seen it all. That was until my latest escapade, where Allianz Travel became my unexpected sidekick in a comedy of errors around the globe.

It started as a dream trip to Paris. I packed my bags, including my trusty French phrasebook (unopened since high school), and headed to the airport. But, in a plot twist worthy of a sitcom, I ended up on a plane to Paro, Bhutan. Yes, that's right – wrong continent, wrong hemisphere, but hey, the airline food was a delightful surprise!

Landing in Bhutan, I realized my first challenge: I didn't have travel insurance for Bhutan. Panic ensued until I remembered my Allianz Travel policy. A quick call, and voilà, they had my back, even in the Himalayas. They even chuckled when I said, "I thought the Eiffel Tower would be bigger."

Next stop, Tokyo. My intention? To immerse myself in the culture. The reality? Accidentally joining a sumo wrestling match. I thought it was a hug convention! Thankfully, Allianz covered 'accidental sumo injuries' – who knew?

In Italy, I decided to rent a Vespa to explore Rome. Picture it: Me, the Colosseum, a Vespa, and... a pigeon. Our feathery friend decided my head was a perfect landing spot, causing a Vespa wobble and a spectacular (but safe) tumble into a fountain. I emerged like a less graceful Neptune, but Allianz was there to cover my Vespa boo-boo and my dignity.

Finally, I made it to Paris. The Eiffel Tower was as magnificent as I imagined, but I celebrated a bit too hard and missed my flight home. Allianz to the rescue again! They helped me rebook a flight, no fuss, no muss.

In conclusion, my travel blunders were many, but thanks to Allianz Travel, each mishap became a funny story rather than a travel tragedy. They turned my globe-trotting gaffes into memorable adventures, and for that, I say, "Merci, Allianz!" (and sorry to that pigeon in Rome).

#allianztravel

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Controversial opinion I still like soarin. Obviously the fact the Eiffel Tower is all wobbly unless you sit dead center is bad but it’s still so much fun.

#the whiscash administration

[consultingsister]

🍷 / Aidan or James maybe?

a meme, probably for: @webreak + fitz verse: midnights become my afternoon

She would say she started drinking that morning, but since she was drunk the night before, really she's just been drunk for twenty-four hours. No. Thirty-six? Forty-eight? Maybe she's just been drunk since she got on the train to Paris. Come to think of it, the Eiffel Tower did look wobbly. On the way back to London, she was the sort of obnoxious Brit she herself hates. But worse than that, she's the sort of woman who now ditches her friends to go see her husband.

If she didn't have a stake in the club, they wouldn't have let her in the door. As it is, they let her in the door, down the stairs, and into the office.

As the door opens, she stands from his chair and yells, "Ma chérie! Tu m'as tellement manqué. Oh mon dieu, donc le deuxième jour, Poppy se promenait, et puis elle était comme dans la fontaine mais attendez, laissez-moi vous parler de-- oh non! J'ai oublié les pâtisseries! Je les ai laissés dans le taxi! Attends, pourquoi tu me regardes comme ça? Oh merde. Anglais!" She covers her mouth, then grins. "Sorry!"

#( v. midnights become my afternoon ) #webreak

[miraculousares]

Okay I don’t really post a lot on here but I really wanted to put in my two cents on Gang of Secrets (Yes, I know I’m two days late) OH MY GOD, GUYS! Thomas Astruc and the gang promised that this would be an emotional season but GOS absolutely went above and beyond all of my expectations, and trust me: they were high. I thought Chat Blanc was the peak of Angst and Fluff and then we’re hit with this episode! Every single time I thought that it had reached the best part, something even better happened! Here comes a rant

CAUTION: Gang of Secrets spoilers below

LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE LADYNOIR MOVIE DATE!!!

Adrien really out and tried the oldest move in the book with that stretch arm around her thing and I adore him for that

Also can we PLEASE talk about Adrien's character development? Yeah, he was putting the moves on Ladybug as always because he didn't know about her breakup or pain. The SECOND he realized something was really wrong, he stopped and was there for her, recognizing her heartbreak. Can we please stop giving him shit for flirting? He didn't show a hint of jealousy or pride that now she's single and can date him or something like that. He was a perfect gentleman and even better A GOOD FRIEND TO HER.

Marinette using Ladybug as an escapism tactic, hiding away from her own life by staying in Ladybug. That hurt and also felt like a personal attack on my own escapism tactics.

Trixx was so sweet, trying to encourage Marinette to call the girls back and taking down the pictures that made her sad. We need more Trixx content!!!

We're all talking about Juleka taking the 4k close-up of Luka but are we just gonna graze over the fact that Alya has countless pictures of Marinette being Marinette™ in front of Adrien?

also, JULEKA SAW HER DEPRESSED BROTHER AND HER FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO TAKE A PICTURE AND I WOULD SELL A KIDNEY TO SEE THAT SCENE IN CANON (But I'm living for all the art of if)

Rose leaning on Juleka's shoulder, Juleka calling Rose "Princess," My sapphic heart can't handle this

Marinette... Do you keep those glasses on you at all times? Why was she wearing them while sobbing in a bathroom stall? Why is everyone just glossing over this? I have so many questions about a 5-second scene.

Mylene: Let's do this cool ritual I saw ancient tribes do in an old magazine! Alix: Or we could just bring her juice and do something normal? Everyone: Looks at Alix like SHE'S the crazy one

THE ANIMATION MADE THIS EPISODE SO MUCH MORE HEARTBREAKING! IT'S SO SMOOTH AND CINEMATIC AND THE DETAIL OF THE RED PUFFINESS OF MARINETTE'S EYES!

The symbolism of the dollhouse that she used to hide the Miraculous box

Did Marinette really out and build this wholeass fake sewing box with a specific secret button sequence on the thread spools in like 10 minutes? "Welp, that cardboard dollhouse didn't work. Onto Plan B" WHAT

All kwamis are canonically aroace and yes, my Plikki heart sobs, but the REPRESENTATION FOR MY AROACES OUT THERE!

Eiffel tower go woooo

Ladybug trusted Chat to go and fight FOUR villains ON HIS OWN

AND HE DID

ALYA BROKE FREE FROM THE AKUMATIZATION

I REPEAT

ALYA BROKE FREE ON HER OWN BECAUSE SHE TRUSTED LADYBUG

Ladybug told Alya about being the guardian which is a secret that is better left unknown for her own safety as well as that of the sidekicks (I believe this is when she made up her mind to tell Alya, but I'll talk about that more in a future post)

Alya promised not to say a word about Ladybug being the guardian or look into it anymore despite it being her biggest scoop up to that point.

FINALLY SOME MORE RENA ROGUE

Alya is here for the MariChat shippers and for that we are eternally grateful

Chat calling Rena and Ladybug "My ladies"

Ladybug calling Chat "My kitty"

I'm sobbing

Ladybug trusted Chat and Rena so much that she let herself get captured by the four villains, despite being one of the two most powerful miraculous holders and also the gaurdian

Rose looking into Ladybug's eyes and clearly admiring her form when she catches her. Super heterosexual

Ladybug was upset seeing her friends hugging and then Rena offered her her fist and she saw her two partners and felt happy again

The girls really came through for Marinette and even though she yelled and tried to push them away, they forgave her and offered her their support as she'd done so many times for each of them in the past. The girls deserve all the joy in the world

Alya could tell that Marinette was putting up a front to everyone and still wasn't telling them everything because best friends know all. Sorry Alya salters

"If you don't want to tell me what's happening, that's your right." Alya is so understanding that Marinette, the girl who had always been so open and honest and bubbly, is keeping something to herself that's weighing her down. And she doesn't push her to talk about it. Just offers her support. What a wonderful day to stan Alya Cesaire.

"If it's too heavy, we'll be two to carry it" I'M SOBBING

Marinette really set it up like she was about to come out to Alya and I'm wheezing

THE REVEAL

THE REVEAL

Alya didn't freak out or ask Marinette to prove it or even ask any questions. She was surprised for a moment and then immediately thought about the overwhelming pressure those responsibilities were putting on her best friend and set aside all of her own thoughts and reactions to comfort her. She is such an amazing person and amazing friend and I'm loving watching the Alya salters pout about this episode.

Miraculous has taken over tumblr and the trending and I say to that that it's about damn time. WE RISE

#What a wonderful time to be a multishipper #gang of secrets #ml season 4 #ml spoilers #mlb #mlb spoilers #GOS #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculoushub #luka couffaine #marinette #marichat #alyanette #ladynoir #adrienette #tikki #plagg #wobble eiffel tower #trixx #rena rogue #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug rant #gang of secrets rant #gang of secrets spoilers

[carapeace]

ok ok im actually going to bed now this was just so huge that i had to come back for a minute. see you guys later xx

#carapeace talks #no but the wobbly eiffel tower had me on the floor #i was swaying more than it was

[missjashin]

Honeymoon~

#monoshin #shinmono #shinsou hitoshi #monoma neito #boku no hero academia #eiffel tower #my tower is a little wobbly but ive never seen it irl #also im terrible with backgrounds so uh i tried real hard herr