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minnielvr · 9 months

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 10 : "#pussypower"

y/n received a text from hyunjin saying that he was in front of her dorm, so she got her purse and said goodbye to her friends and left the house.

"hey hyunjin" y/n said as she sat down in his car.

"hey cutie" he looked at her in awe, why does she look more beautiful than normal? he couldn't take his eyes off her for a whole minute.

"uhhh hyunjin?? hellooo?" she waved her hand in front of him, confused.

"oh- yea sorry. lets go" he put his hands on the wheel and started driving.

"oh by the way congrats on getting the solo! i'm sure you'll do great." she congratulated him, in y/n's opinion thats a pretty big deal.

"aww thanks y/n, i hope so."

the ride to the restaurant was a bit of a drive from what y/n could see on the directions, so she turned on the radio, which started playing crappy music.

"hyunjin can i have aux?" y/n asked

"hmmm i don't normally let people have aux in my car.." he pondered

"oh.." y/n looked down at her lap dejectedly.

"but i guess i'll make an exception for you." he looked at her and winked.

"woah there buddy," y/n laughed at his attempt of flirting, "thanks though, my music taste doesn't disappoint."

y/n took her phone out and connected to the bluetooth and shuffled her playlist. after that the car ride was silent with the music in the background.

thats was until hyunjin decided he should try to hold y/n's hand on the center console. her hand was already on it so his excuse could simply be "i didn't see your hand". so he he put his hand on top of her and intertwined their fingers. y/n was hesitant at first, letting her fingers just lay there, she eased up after a few minutes though, holding onto his fingers too.

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the two arrived at the restaurant and had ordered their food, now they were just waiting.

"hey y/n lets play 21 questions" hyunjin suggested to pass by time.

"hmm okay" she agreed

"okay i'll ask first, whats your favorite superhero?" (oh my goodness i love this questionnnn😁😁ifykyk)

"oohhh spiderman definetely, i love him sooo much, i have all his merch and posters everywhere!! see look he's even in my phonecase!" she turned her phone to show hyunjin. he found it cute how excited she got over something so simple.

"wow i wonder what i have to do to make you love me like that" he tried to flirt again

y/n started laughing, "i won't ever love anyone as much as spiderman."

"yea yea whatever you say, it's your turn to ask now" he reminded her

"hmm, what other hobbies do you have other than dancing?" she was curious

"well i paint a lot, like all the time actually-" hyunjin got cut off by y/n's gasp.

"YOU PAINT? like as in.. red yellow green blue and paintbrush??" she was flabbergasted.

"uhh yea..?" he was confused

"but- wha- how? i mean, you're...you." she tried to explain

"meaning?" he raised a brow

"well you're supposed to be some fuckboy you know, only romantic guys paint and shit." she explained

"well i can be a fuckboy and romantic no?" he asked

"i mean yea i guess..still though thats shocking. you HAVE to show me your art sometimes."

"mmm maybe, usually i don't show anyone my art."

"well you said the same thing about giving aux but look how that turned out." she smirked and took a sip of her wine.

"y/n those are two completely different things"

"blah blah yap all you want. your turn now!"

"okay..whats you're type?" he asked

y/n's faced dropped, did he really have to ask that now? things were going perfectly fine, and she didn't want him to know her type was him.

just as she was going to spew out some nonsense the waiter came with their food. she internally thanked the waiter and gave him a smile. soon the topic of y/n's type vanished as they dug into the food.

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hyunjin and y/n had finished eating and now were on the way back to campus. once again, hands intertwined on the center console with her playlist in the background.

they arrived back at her dorm and hyunjin got out to open y/n's door, then helped her up.

"okay! time to help you study" he said while walking to the stairs.

"wait you were serious?!?!" y/n thought he was joking when he said that.

"duh!! why would i lie?" he pouted.

"but um you know..my friends are in there and what if they see us?" y/n was trying to find any excuse at this point. god knows what would happen to her if he came inside.

"y/n it's almost midnight im sure they're asleep, plus yunjin is probably with her boyfriend or something." he grabbed her hand and dragged her along.

"fine fine, just be quiet until we get inside my room." she said sternly and opened the door. they quietly took of their shoes and made their way to y/n's room. she opened the door and waited for him to step inside.

"well.. lets get studying i guess." she went to sit at her desk.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Can i request the moon boys reacting to y/n getting angry at a sibling over a special interest I think it might be funny seeing the moon boys reacting to y/n who is usually nice and sweet just go ballistic

I kinda lost it at my brother today swore like a sailor over marvel icronicly 🤣

I keep requesting cause i love your writing so much 💖💖

Bro?!?! Buddy?!?! Are you me?!?! This literally happens to me all. The. TIME. I know exactly how you feel. I’m flattered you think my writing is that great, I don’t mind you sending in requests at all! uwu

Pairing: Moon Boys x gn!Reader

Fic Type: Blurb

Summary: You’re typically sweet as sugar, but when your sibling teases you a little too much about a special interest, you take a turn that’s extremely surprising to your boyfriends.

A/N: This takes place in an au where Moon Knight is not in the MCU, they’re real superheroes serving the real god of the moon and the MCU is a movie series. :p (I was gonna use Star Wars, but you mentioned Marvel, so I decided to use that if that’s okay.)

Note: [Y/S/N] = Your Sibling’s Name

Rating/Warnings: 14+, strong language, probably some incorrect MCU references, an AU that doesn’t make sense b u t *shrugs* this is fanfic, bewildered Moon Bois, gn!sibling so that it’s more reader-friendly (I didn’t want to just add brother or sister lmao), cussing, swearing, and name-calling to a sibling in a loving manner, a sibling teasing reader in a sibling way, reader using crappy insults because I’m not very creative lmao

Your sibling had come to visit you in Steven’s little flat, an unexpected surprise that neither of you were anticipating in the slightest. Unannounced completely. It wasn’t bad, it was just… Startling? Yes, startling is the correct term.

I mean, the flat was a mess. Your lazy weekend was indeed the laziest of weekends. That meant lots of cuddles and not so much actually getting up to put things in the trash can, or do the laundry, or do the dishes. It looked like the flat hadn’t been cleaned in months. I mean, what were they gonna say about you to the rest of the family?! That you and your boyfriend(s) were slobs?!

Marc and Jake immediately retreated into the headspace when Steven opened the door curiously to find your sibling standing there. “Oy?! Lads?! Where’d’you think you’re going?!” Steven’s desperate thoughts were met by Marc and Jake’s unadulterated terror.

“Ohoooo no, hombré,” Jake said, turning to hide in one of the back rooms of Steven’s mind-replicated flat. “I’m not ready to face that yet!”

“Besides, Steven,”Marc reasoned, slowly backing away, “You’re the nicest and most likable out of the three of us.”

And so that was how Steven alone was promptly smushed into a bone-crushing hug. “So you’re the boyfriend!”

“U-uhm… Yes, I am?” Poor Steven voiced it like a question, glancing back over his shoulder to try and convey his fear to you as you approached with a lazy smile.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” You gently pried Steven out of the hug, patting his back a little so that he might be reminded to breathe. The poor guy looked like a deer in the headlights, waiting for what he thought was the inevitable disapproval of your family member. “Steven, this is Y/S/N. Y/S/N, this is Steven.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” Y/S/N shook Steven’s hand adamantly, whereas your boyfriend was a little more hesitant, a shy smile on his face. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“They have?” Steven seemed surprised. You wrapped your arms around one of his and leaned into his warmth.

“Don’t be so shocked, silly. Of course I talk about you.” To your sibling, you said with a jerk of your chin, “What’s up?”

“I was in the area for business,” Y/S/N replied, “Figured I’d swing through.”

“You have a hotel?” You inquired, pulling them further into your flat. Steven quietly shut the door behind you, ensuring that it was locked.

“Well, yeah, but it’s one of those old creepy ones like you see in scary movies.” At your frown, Steven perked up.

“Uh oh,” Marc thought, rushing into the headspace. “Don’t even think about it, Steven.”

“Amigo, if you do this, I swear to god, I will kick you in the crotch.”

“...Jake, we share a body.”

“And if he does this, we’ll be in pain already. Might as well make him suffer for it.”

“Why don’t you stay with us?” Steven offered, ignoring his alters. He saw your concern and wanted to get rid of it. You didn’t need to worry like that. He wanted to help, and the way your face lit up at the suggestion only made him more certain that this was the right thing to do– not to mention, your smile also shut his alters up for a second as they admired you.

Your sibling eagerly agreed, and while they went to collect their things from their hotel, you and Steven tidied up the apartment. You laughed and rambled on excitedly about having your sibling stay with you for a few days, and that night at dinner Steven grew more comfortable around them as they spoke, conversations touching on old family stories, amusing tales of childhood endeavors that ended in chaos, and nostalgic recollections of old places.

That is, until your sibling noticed your Marvel merchandise in the bedroom as you gave them a tour.

Comics, movies, an action figure or two, you had a connection to the movie franchise that your boyfriends found endearing. You would have them watch the movies with you, telling them all the details that they hadn’t noticed or pointing out comic Easter Eggs and similarities. They were pretty sure you could recite Black Panther line-for-line just from memory alone, and for all it was worth, the boys tried their absolute hardest to keep up with all the information, although the MCU was notoriously confusing.

“You’re still into Marvel, huh?” Your sibling joked.

“Um, yeah?” You gave them a look as if that was the dumbest question they could’ve asked.

Y/S/N just shrugged.

The boys thought nothing of it.

Y/S/N intended to stay for only three days, and on the first day, things went over smoothly. On the second, Steven overheard your sibling teasing you about your Marvel collection again. From where he sat with his book on Egyptian mythos, Steven lifted his head to listen to the exchange.

“Shut up, Y/S/N! Put that down!” You were sweet as always, your voice soft and tender.

“What, you mean your toys?”

“They’re not toys, they’re action figures.”

“Action figures. Action figures which you set on your five million Marvel comics. I’m surprised the floor doesn’t cave in.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible…”

“And you’re a geek.”

Still swapping playful banter, you and your sibling left the bedroom and went out for the day– but not before giving Steven a goodbye kiss. You pecked him a second time– “For Marc” – and a third – “For Jake” – before pulling away.

You returned later in the evening, with no sign of Y/S/N. “Where’s Y/S/N?” Steven questioned, glancing toward the door as if he expected them to enter as he spoke.

“We split up,” You answered as you started up some popcorn in the microwave. “They’ll come back later. For now, though…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “We’ve got the evening to ourselves.”

“Sounds lovely, darling,” Steven hummed, kissing your cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close. “Marc says it’s your turn for movie night.”

“I know!” You chirped excitedly as the corn kernels in the microwave started popping. Steven– and Marc and Jake, within the headspace– watched fondly as you zipped around him, headed for the tv remote. “I know exactly what we’re watching.”

“Age of Ultron?” Steven guessed, eliciting a scoff from you.

“No. We’re watching the first Avengers. The original.”

As you prepared the streaming site, Steven continued where you’d left off with the popcorn, getting out the designated gigantic bowl and your favorite drinks. It was then that your sibling walked through the door, all smiles and warm greetings until they seen what you were putting on the tv. “Ugh. Avengers again? Haven't you seen it a billion times already? Give it a break, will ya?”

Steven, Marc, and Jake watched as you put your hands together like you were praying, taking a deep breath.

And then, you just…

It was like an atomic bomb went off or something.

“Alright, listen up you fucking dingbat,” You said— you! Their sweet Y/N, cussing?! The boys stared with wide, surprised eyes as you kept going. “I don’t give a shit— nay, two shits— what the fuck you think about my interests, because that’s just what they are. My interests. Hear that? Lemme say it again for your brain cells in the back: my. Fucking. Interests. So that means whatever two-cents you care to drop are promptly shoved in the ‘who-gives-a-fuck’ bin, which is lower on the goddamn rung than the ‘i-don’t-give-a-shit’ barrel. You’re here as my guest you fucking skunk-wad, and while you’re here you can either shut your damn mouth and enjoy the damn movie I’m putting on for entertainment, or walk the fuck away and go on casually about your boring-ass evening in whatever way you choose. But it’s my turn for movie night, dammit, so we’re fucking watching Avengers. Unless you wanna go fucking prance around the flat, then be my guest. Otherwise, shut up, fuck off, peace out.”

With that, you plopped on the couch as if nothing had happened. “Steven, honey, you can bring the popcorn. Come sit down.”

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Maldito infierno.

Steven very cautiously approached, feeling for all the world as if he were a soldier sneaking between two opposing lines of fire, still wide-eyed with shock. Did that just happen?! He was surprised when Y/S/N only nodded, as if impressed by your outburst. Steven sat beside you and braced for the worst, especially when your sibling sat down on his other side. You pushed play.

And simultaneously, you both grabbed a handful of popcorn.

What the bloody hell?

What the hell?

¿Qué carajo?

Then you both started excitedly making references and pointing out keys of the plot, as if you hadn’t snapped at your sibling. Oh, well. I guess we fight like that a lot, don’t we?

“Yeah, you’re right,”Marc shrugged within the headspace. “Though… I’ve gotta admit…”

“That was… Extremely sexy of them,” Jake added when Marc lost his words.

Steven didn’t vocalize it, but he didn’t need to. He was in full agreement. When your sibling left the next morning, Steven told you almost before the door had completely shut, “Y’know that was really bloody hot when you told them off, love.”

You laughed, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Steven admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Jake and Marc think so, too.” You hummed, thoughtfully. Maybe even somewhat shyly. You’d hardly ever gotten more than frustrated, so your little sailor-swear outburst was unexpected, even for you. You were drawn out of your thoughts, a peal escaping from your throat as Steven tickled your sides a little to get your attention. “We’ve got ourselves a little spitfire, lads!”

And from then on, that’s what you were.

Their spitfire.

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crushedcookiebutter · 2 years

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character idea: the tired Nice Guy™. doesn't care for the simp life anymore, still does it, but purely out of habit

"here, let me get that for you, I guess." *opens the door for a group of passing women* "why did I do that"

"girls always choose the bad boy, know what I mean? what. no I'm into men. it's more of an academic discussion"

*breathes a long, heavy sigh as he raises a hand to his fedora and tips it the slightest fraction off his head* "... milady"

#nice guys finish last #but what do they do in the final lap?#the world may never know #you know #the more I think about this character #the more he reminds me of a crappy superhero #he does good for no reason #but only for women?#idfk #I'm over simping #it's so draining #anyway yeah #simps #misogny #nice guys #hope you all are getting hugs

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ichorai · 2 years

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goldstorm and bug boy! ; 10.31 pm.

pairing ; spiderman!yunho x antihero!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; the one with loose velcro belts and build-a-bears.

words ; 2.3k

warnings ; cursing, general superhero violence, mentions of bombs/explosions, yunho being tired of goldstorm but also being completely infatuated with them :D

special thanks to @subways-stuff for giving me the prompt idea !! this is also for @ficscafe's peppermint latte event <3

goldstorm and bug boy! masterlist.

Yunho couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Which, in all honesty, wasn’t entirely his fault considering the fact that you were drenched from head to toe in glitter and shimmering sequins, sparkling far too brightly for his comfort as he nestled further below the ridge of the roof. Leave it to you to be unnecessarily extra. Though, he had to admit, the little Christmas tree earrings framing your face were really cute and he had to consider getting a pair for himself. Molten emerald, ruby, and opal danced amongst his vision and he swatted at your outreached hands for his binoculars, squinting in concentration. Rich people mingled just two floors below them in the opposite building, shaking hands with each person they bumped into. Flutes of bubbling champagne and small plates of sweet delectables worth more than his whole apartment were passed around by waiters dressed as winter elves.

“Okay, just a reminder that we’re supposed to be undercover at the Christmas Auction Fundraiser, so I think you—Y/N, what the fuck is that?”

There was really no point to Yunho asking what you were holding, because he already knew. A mocking grin flickered over your visage, which glowed with the scintillating hues of your festive garb. He, on the other hand, wore a simple green tux that smoothed over his form. He was thankful there was a slight chill to the air, because wearing the spidersuit beneath the formal outfit would’ve been quite uncomfortable in the heat. His blonde tendrils were slickened back with hair gel that you had bought for discount at the dollar store—explaining the occasional haphazard tufts jutting out from his head.

“What?” you jabbed, putting up an aloof frontage, much to his ever growing frustration.

The binoculars dangled over his neck as he let go of them in favor of pinching the space between his brows. “You brought our fucking turtle to our undercover mission?”

A look of mock offense folded over your expression and you shoved at his shoulder. “Shelline was lonely! Don’t be a dick.”

“I—you know what? If something happens to her, it’s on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Everything always somehow ends up on me anyways. What’s one more to the pile?” Studying the crowd of people in the opposite building, you lifted a brow upon seeing the target; a rotund man with a wispy ashen mustache, a thick monocle slanted in between the crevice of his brow and his cheekbone. “He looks like the Monopoly man.”

A scowl twitched Yunho’s lips downwards. “Well, you’re not too far off. He’s an inbred monster of capitalism.”

“Look at us, fighting against capitalism one white man at a time! Alright!” You clapped your hands together, ignoring the way his eyes widened and his fingers hurriedly came to wrap around your own wrists to pry them apart, shushing you quite loudly. “Okay, here’s our plan—”

“Is there stabbing, shooting, or burning anywhere in this plan?” Yunho deadpanned, leveling you with a semi-humored gaze.

A part of you wanted to spit out something snarky right back into his face, but you paused upon realizing your plan included a concerning amalgamation of all three he had listed. You frowned. “Fine, you party pooper, the plan’s going to be a bit shorter than expected, but we can work around it. We think Mr. Monopoly here is going to be selling the real thing to criminals while auctioning off counterfeits, right? We sneak in and pretend to be some rich posh bastard looking to buy crappy expensive stuff, take some of those fancy-looking hors d'oeuvres, cause a diversion—I’m thinking we pull out the smoke bombs for this one—and then we swipe all the real auction items and replace them with build-a-bears!”

“Do you…” Yunho leaned closer, nose almost brushing against yours. It was strange being on a mission and not being in your regular superhero suits. Being void of your suits made a part of you nervous—what would happen if Yunho’s identity was revealed to the world? “Do you have any build-a-bears?”

Blinking, you lifted your shoulders in a half-shrug. “Listen, you can’t always depend on me to do shit, okay? I’ve already got Shelline to take care of.” The turtle in your palm seemed to bob its small head in tandem to the swing music emitting from the charity auction before turning around in a slow circle.

Leaning back on his haunches, Yunho blew out a sigh. “Alright, better plan. The auction items are locked in the back room, but there are two exits. One will be up on the stage, so that’s a no. The other is sealed with card access, located in the back of the building. Think you can swipe one off an employee?”

You wrinkled your nose in pure delight. “Was Alfred Hitchcock afraid of eggs?”

“I… what?”

“The answer is yes, dude.”

Despite his irises meeting the speckled night sky in exasperation, he grinned at your humorous antics nonetheless. “Alright. We get into the back room with the card and knowing a fundraiser as high-end as this, there’ll be some sort of temporary protection duty positioned there. No security cameras, this place was only rented three hours prior to the start of the event. It’s clearly only a quick money-sucking switcheroo scheme.”

You nodded along, a completely serious expression splayed over your visage. “And then comes the build-a-bears.”

Spiderman shot you a dirty look, eyes comically cinching. “Will you stop with the damned bears? I’ll get you one when we’re done with this, now focus! We take out the security detail, which means knock them unconscious, by the way, so none of that murdering business under any circumstances! Then we take the real items and the counterfeit, and hightail outta there.”

“Could we sell the counterfeit on EBay?”

It took a lot of him not to face palm. “Just… ugh, come on. You ready?”

“No, I’m being serious. What are we gonna do with all that stuff?”

“Give it back to the charity,” said Yunho after a moment’s hesitation. “I don’t know, maybe keep five dollar’s worth for ourselves to treat us to some ice cream.”

A mock-gasp slipped from your lips and you raised a palm to your propped-open mouth. “Do my ears deceive me? Are you telling me to steal? Who are you and what have you done to my Yunho?”

His heart let out a pathetic sputtering wheeze within his ribcage at the fact that you called him yours.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” mumbled Yunho beneath his breath as you precariously moved Shelline onto your shoulder, fastening a makeshift velcro belt over her little green body. Then, you pushed yourself to your feet and hauled him up as well, pulling out your grappling hook. It made a satisfying whizzing sound as the claw sailed over the space between the buildings, digging with scary accuracy against the rooftop barrier.

“See you on the other side, bitch!” you whistled, tightening your hold on the zipline and winking at him before taking off. If turtles could scream, Yunho was almost definitively certain that Shelline would be shrieking for dear God to have mercy on her little reptilian soul. You were a flash of blinding Christmas colors so bright that if they had been any more colorful, Yunho was pretty sure his brain would melt. Or perhaps it was that wink that made him lightheaded. Either way, damn you and your dramatic ass.

The mission turned out to be a complete and utter failure.

Shelline had somehow slipped out of her extremely secure velcro fastening, the employees had thought you were a performer of some sorts due to your christmas-themed wardrobe and ushered you onto the stage where a hundred pairs of eyes were intensely trained on you. It was obvious you couldn’t go about being sneaky now. Yunho had to improvise by doing what you were supposed to do, swiping an ID card from one of the server’s pockets. He had then moved to the back room, all whilst listening to your poor, choppy rendition of a Christmas classic, ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’, and simultaneously searching for your traumatized turtle.

The card turned out not to work for base-level employees (which, honestly, he should’ve expected), and a guard had eventually grabbed him by the scruff of his pine-green suit and tossed him out into the alley after noticing that he didn’t work there. It was snowing and the dirtied slush of once-white powder stained his knees and hands an unflattering shade. He heard your muffled voice from inside, excusing yourself from the stage. You had taken off through the crowd before backtracking and reluctantly climbing back on to bark out, “If any of you see a turtle roaming about, she's friendly. But, I, however, am not. If you touch her, I will sever your hands from your wrists. Thank you and good night!”

It was safe to say that the night had been a complete disaster.

Well, at least you found Shelline just outside the building, slowly crawling towards an enticing Christmas tree on the other side of the road. Thank goodness you had scooped her back onto your shoulder before she could get trampled by the passing cars. Shelline didn’t look too happy at that.

The both of you tried to get back in, but the guards now recognized you and refused to let you through, despite your several strings of obscenities and threats to ‘call the manager’.

And so, that’s how the two of you ended up sprawled across Yunho’s bed, silence laying over the two of you like a heavy blanket. He hadn’t bothered shedding his dirty clothes, making a mental note to change the sheets later, wincing at the way the mud on his knees grazed the opal-hued fabric and marred its one pristine state. You, on the other hand, slipped out of your uncomfortable sparkly garments and haphazardly tossed them somewhere behind you, leaving you in a loose tank top and plain black pants.

Clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth, you shuffled to prop yourself up on the bed. “Since we’re down in the dumps,” you began before dipping back downwards to reach below the bed, procuring a wrapped box, “maybe we should open our Christmas presents early.”

However reluctant he was, Yunho didn’t have the heart to tell you no. After all, he knew you’d just open it regardless of what you said.

“Merry Christmas, bug boy,” you mumbled with a mischievous grin. “I promise you’ll like it.”

With a gentle huff, Yunho shuffled to sit criss-cross, the matte fabric of his suit creasing audibly. The gift you had slid over was hurriedly wrapped in red and blue, evident by all of its corners sticking out and the awkward taping strewn over the whole box. A fluttering warm feeling, despite the earlier disappointment of the night, flourished within his ribcage. The sleek ribbon came undone with a simple tug, and the tearing of wrapping paper rang throughout his room. He curiously folded it back to see… a build-a-bear.

But not any regular build-a-bear. A Spiderman build-a-bear. Yunho couldn’t help the small smile that spilled onto his lips.

“Sorry I couldn’t get you anything else, I’m kinda broke after splurging on Shelline’s huge tank,” you muttered, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck.

“No, no, it’s perfect. I love it,” Yunho said, ever so soft. “Thank you. Here, I want you to open yours, too.” Nimbly, he leaned back and grappled beneath his bed for the only other wrapped box down there, then swiftly tossed it to you. Deftly, the cuboid landed in your grip and you blinked down at the perfectly wrapped gift, lifting it to your ears to shake gently. Nothing.

The bridge of your nose wrinkled in suspicion. “What’s in here?”

“Open it.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Y/N, just open—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the immaculate wrapping paper was already discarded and you were flipping the lid of the shoebox he had used open, blinking down with saucer pans for eyes. “Holy shit. Oh my God, holy shit!”

“Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy—”

“Good!” The smile that plastered over your visage was brighter than what you had worn to the gala, and this one, unlike your sequinned jacket, wasn’t an annoying sight to see. In the ratty Nike shoebox laid several small hand-knitted garments he had made for Shelline, and one large scarf at the bottom for you. “Oh god, they’re so ugly! I love them! No wonder you wanted to buy all that yarn from Walmart so long ago! I thought you were just trying to buy your way into the heart of the crazy old cat lady from upstairs.” With no forewarning of any sort, you set aside his gift and launched towards him with outstretched arms, which wrangled an unsuspecting yelp from his throat. You usually hated touching him in any way (despite all your flirtatious remarks, which sent very mixed signals to Yunho), so this was a new experience in all of its entirety. You smelled of iced gingerbread and refreshing mint soap tonight, and it was utterly intoxicating. Yunho couldn’t get enough of you.

The final straw was when you pulled away slightly to plant an excited kiss of gratitude to the apple of his cheek, springing from the bed with an excited noise falling from your lips before he could even register what you had done. “I gotta get Shelline to try these on! She can be our little turtle fashionista!” You had scurried out of the room with the widest of beams and Yunho could only longingly ogle after your bumbling form as if you had hung up all the stars and moons in the sky. And then proceeded to stuff them to the brim with detonators and explode them into a million pieces. Because that just seemed more like you, and Yunho liked… loved you just the way you were.

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moonlitceleste · 3 years

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marinette dupain-cheng’s guide to picking up cute guys

A/N: Chez Vous is real in the DC universe; it’s described as a restaurant but I decided to use it as the name of the café because I didn’t want to come up with one myself. It translates to “at your house,” which basically implies “make yourself at home.”

thanks to @ramos123 for being my beta reader! <3

ao3

“Bet.”

Marinette slapped a crisp 20-dollar bill onto the wooden table with enough force to slosh around the brown liquid in the cup sitting before Alya’s smirking face.

Chez Vous was the name of the café they had been sitting in for the past fifteen minutes. The place had a nice ambience, the quiet chatter of customers and aromatic smells combining to make what was an unusually cozy atmosphere considering the location.

Gotham wasn’t exactly known for being hospitable, but she supposed the fact that it was clearly fashioned after Parisian cafés contributed to the homey feel. It vaguely reminded her of her parents’ bakery as well, so it certainly lived up to its name.

Perhaps it was this sense of familiarity that had her and Alya reminiscing on how far they’d come. It hadn’t been that long since lycée or université—the two were only 22 and 23, respectively—but recalling the good times they’d shared was always fun to do.

Of course, their friendship had momentary blips (ahem, Lila), but the two had managed to sort out their problems eventually. Now that Alya had become more attuned to Marinette’s boundaries and there were no pressing superhero secrets to keep, they knew how to both ground and challenge each other in positive ways. Which was exactly what had caused Marinette to get herself into this situation.

While chattering about their lycée days, Alya poked fun at her once again for what had transpired on the day of the Animan akuma. How could she ever forget that while secretly masquerading as a superhero and locking her best friends in an empty gorilla habitat together, she had somehow helped them end up in a relationship? And now the two were engaged.

This topic somehow lead to Adrien and the stupid puns he spewed both in superhero and civilian form. Alya was insistent that Marinette was charmed by them at some point, to which she replied, No way! They were horrible. Even I could do better.

It was with twinkling eyes that her best friend asked “Bet?” and well, Marinette was never one to back down from a challenge. So after pulling out some spare cash from her purse and setting it down in front of Alya, she raised a brow.

A wicked smirk grew on her best friend’s face, and any lesser person would have faltered, but Marinette was prepared for anything that could possibly be thrown at her.

“Fine. If you’re so confident, I dare you to use a pick-up line on… him.”

As if on cue, the bell at the top of the glass-paneled wooden door jingled, and Marinette followed Alya’s pointed finger right on time to see a very attractive man walk through.

He had a confident stride, but not an arrogant one—his aura was one of someone who was assured and knew exactly what they were capable of.

Despite his seemingly laid-back disposition, she didn’t fail to notice how his eyes darted around the room cautiously, the same habit she had gotten used to doing after she had been given the Ladybug Miraculous. Then again, this was Gotham, so being on constant guard was only natural.

One thumb was hooked in the pocket of his jeans while the other moved up to ruffle his hair, and wow did he have nice hair.

It was perfectly coiffed, and if she didn’t have experience with hairstyling due to her career she would’ve thought it was as effortless as it looked. Most models would kill for the natural luster his locks seemed to have, and even from a distance she could tell that anyone who decided to run their fingers through his hair would be met with softness.

And she didn’t even want to get started on his face. From his glowing skin to his strong jaw and pretty eyes, she refused to believe someone so attractive could be real. It was unfair, really.

“...inette? Marinette? You good there, girl?”

A snap in front of her face broke Marinette out of her stupor, and she offered an instinctual yelp in response.

“What?”

Alya’s eyes twinkled knowingly, and Marinette shifted anxiously in her seat.

“You sure you weren’t checking him out?”

“Alya!”

Said girl let out a mischievous cackle at her hissed response.

“Now get over there!” she said, waving her hands around in a shooing motion.

Marinette glanced over to the line, where the man was no doubt giving the barista his order.

From what she could tell he was just about done, and she watched as he shuffled through his wallet to hand the barista a bill. But rather than proceed normally as most client-worker interactions would, his payment was met with wide eyes and flailing hands.

Marinette was much too far to discern what was being said, but from context clues she could deduct that he had just handed the barista quite a sizable amount. She had already guessed he was well-off from simply observing the quality of his clothes, but this was near confirmation.

It wasn’t as if status or wealth mattered much to her, but she did have a tendency to be wary of higher-class people due to past experiences with them. Being around them really wasn’t as pleasant as it seemed.

Her musing was interrupted when the man suddenly moved, relocating to the waiting line. There was her chance.

Marinette pushed herself out of her seat, steeling herself and lifting her chin high. This was no biggie. All she had to do was somehow convince this gorgeous man to give her his number by making a crappy pick-up line and a pun on the spot. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, but this felt different, probably because it was a total stranger she was about to attempt it on.

She felt Alya’s gaze trailing after her with each step, and Marinette reminded herself that she absolutely had to succeed or she would never hear the end of it.

The closer she got, however, the more her confidence died. Apparently she had made a major miscalculation while gauging her probability of success, because she hadn’t accounted for the brain spasm she was currently having. Why, oh why did he have to be so cute?

Marinette had the sinking feeling that she was about to majorly embarrass herself, but she was determined to win. Screw embarrassment—she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. All the trouble she had gotten into with Alix and Kim as kids had prepared her for this very moment. Nothing mattered besides victory.

So she sauntered up confidently, stopping right in front of her target.

“Hey, you must be Batman’s sidekick.”

“What?”

The man’s head snapped towards her, and Marinette didn’t fail to notice the subtle defensive stance he took. Years of hero experience had made her more perceptive towards these things—it was part of the job, after all. She filed the information away in the back of her mind, making a mental note to dissect all that later. Her priority was winning the bet—and oh, right, she still had to finish that pick-up line.

“...because you’re Robin my heart.”

The quip was accompanied by an uncharacteristically roguish smile, à la Chat Noir. She’d give herself a solid 10/10 points on delivery.

Her target seemed to agree with the verdict, because after a split second of shocked silence, he burst into full-bodied laughter.

The instantaneous shift in demeanor nearly caught her off-guard, but she was too occupied by the bright smile on his face and his melodic chuckle to notice. It was light and carefree, and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile as a result.

The only problem was that the laughter didn’t end, though, and she felt her face heat up more as the seconds ticked by.

Oh, Kwami.

Marinette buried her face into her hands with a soft groan, wishing the ground could just open up and swallow her whole.

She knew it wasn’t the greatest pick-up line ever, but she didn’t think her attempt warranted that much amusement.

The laugher ceased abruptly, and she peeked through her fingers in time to see the man quickly sober up.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you!”

A pause.

“Okay, not exactly. I just—wow, that was a great pick-up line.”

She slowly lowered her hands, though she kept her head down to peer at him through her lashes.

“Did it work?”

He chuckled and offered her a bright smile that made her blush like a high schooler with a massive crush.

“Yeah, you can tell your friend over there that you won your bet.”

If it was even possible, she turned redder.

“What? How…”

At the mention of Alya, Marinette sent a quick glance to their café table only to find that she was doing absolutely nothing to hide her rapt attention. She quickly caught on to the fact that they were looking her way and sent a very obvious thumbs-up and wink.

Oh, I am so going to kill her later!

But Marinette’s momentary vexation made way for embarrassment as the gravity of the situation hit her.

“I guess I wasn’t exactly subtle, huh?”

“Yeah,” the handsome stranger shrugged. “You probably could have been more discreet. But I liked it.”

“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve said that, but I have a hard time believing you. You can’t possibly tell me that you actually enjoy puns.”

“So I’m guessing I shouldn’t tell you that meeting you was a fortuitous aster?”

“Aster? As in the opposite of disaster?” she wrinkled her nose.

“You got it!”

Marinette rolled her eyes in exasperation, though the upwards tug at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

“Careful there, or you’ll be the one Robin my heart.”

She’d never admit to it, but she flushed a tiny bit before straightening up in realization. Hey, she was supposed to be the one doing the wooing here!

But before she could open her mouth to respond, her companion beat her to it.

“Since you’re stealing something so dear to me, I think it’s only fair that I get my thief’s name in exchange.”

He was clever, she had to admit.

“Marinette,” she proffered.

“Dick.”

She blinked in surprise at the seemingly random obscenity before it clicked.

“Oh, that’s your name!”

The words tumbled forward, and once she realized what she had said, Marinette tried to frantically backpedal. Her spilled apologies didn’t seem to be necessary, though, because that mesmerizing laugh came back.

“No, it’s fine, I get that a lot,” he breathed between chuckles.

She brightened immediately, glad she hadn’t offended him or embarrassed herself too much.

“Well, since I’m already taking something from you, may I steal your number as well?”

“Only if I can do the same.”

Her inquiry was met with a grin, and the two exchanged phones to type in their respective numbers. Marinette’s found its way back into her hand shortly after, and moments after she pocketed it the call of “medium espresso and beignets!” broke the quiet ambience.

“Well, that’s my order,” Dick said, words weighted by a silent apology. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a few things I need to take care of. Maybe we can meet up later this week?”

The end of his sentence lilted up in hope, and Marinette found her chest warming with affection.

“I’d like that.”

She bid him goodbye with a smile and a wave and quickly tacked on an “I’ll text you later!” in afterthought.

She’d forever deny squealing giddily as she unceremoniously dragged Alya out from her seat and through the café doors, but the sound didn’t escape Dick’s attention—or his enhanced hearing, courtesy of Bat-Tech.

As he watched her leave with Alya, a smile slowly spread across his face at the thought of seeing her again.

Yeah, he sighed to himself. She’s definitely Robin my heart.

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naralanis · 3 years

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little bumps in the road (pt. 20)

PART TWENTY OH MY GOD YOU GUYS WE’RE NEARING THE END

Ahem. Previously on LBitR...

The next time Lena wakes, it’s to the weirdly familiar yet inconceivable exasperating sound of loud, obnoxious slurping.

Before she can even begin to blink the bleariness out of her eyes, the sound assaults her ears again—it is so visceral it disconnects her from the space she’s occupying (namely, the bed on a DEO medbay somewhere) and transports her somewhere else, far, far away, to a diner in the middle of nowhere. With Kara.

The slurping resumes and she sits up like a shot, fast enough to make herself dizzy. She’s still in handcuffs, and her sudden movement makes them rattle noisily against the railing of her bed, cutting her movement short abruptly and making her bounce back into her pillows.

“Kara?”

The name leaves her lips before her brain can fully catch up with the improbability of that logic, though it arrives at that conclusion moments later, when Lena’s eyes adjust and see Nia’s quirked eyebrow eyeing her back curiously as she sips from a plastic to-go cup.

“Nope,” Nia quips after another unnecessarily loud slurp. “Just little ol’ me. Here,” she extends a hand to Lena, who takes the second to-go cup the young woman offers without even thinking. “It’s kale. Your favourite—for reasons unknown to mankind.”

Lena takes a tentative sip—she has to lean forward, a little clumsily and awkwardly, since the handcuffs don’t allow her to bring the cup closer to her face.

Nia pulls a face at Lena’s second, much less tentative sip. The smoothie tastes amazing, and it makes her release a happy little hum before she can catch herself, and Nia’s offended grimace reminds her so much of Kara. It’s weird, but a happy kind of weird, and Lena knows it’s probably the last reprieve they’ll get before shit well and truly hits the fan. So, she’ll take it—the reprieve and the smoothie.

Nia watches her down half of her cup in a matter of seconds with an expression close to abject horror. “Gross,” she mutters, then slurps again at her own smoothie, a purple concoction that admittedly looks quite good.

“Don’t judge me,” Lena says, amused and smacking her lips with delight. “I’ve been eating nothing but fast food for weeks. I can’t remember the last time I even saw a vegetable.”

Nia laughs. “No judgement, I have nothing against vegetables. I love salad. I just don’t blend it.”

“Well, thank you for my blended salad,” Lena drawls with a waggle of her brows. “I—and my arteries—deeply appreciate it.”

“You and your arteries are welcome,” Nia says, pulling out the rickety metal chair by Lena’s bedside and plopping down rather ungracefully. “I thought I’d keep you company for a little while, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Lena begins, but there’s something off about Nia’s tone—a slight warble of worry that Lena only spots because the young superhero won’t meet her eyes.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your lovely company,” she starts again, fiddling with the straw of her drink. “But… there’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”

“There’s a ton of stuff I’m not telling you,” Nia replies easily, though her eyes are darting around everywhere in the room, except to Lena, in clear discomfort. “I’m a woman of mystery.”

Lena taps her nails against the plastic of her cup, squeezes it slightly, jostling the ice and making the plastic bend and creak as she scrutinizes Nia’s face. The young woman’s playfulness has all but vanished, and there’s a tension in the air that wasn’t there before, and it worries Lena.

“You’re here to keep an eye on me…” she starts with the obvious, watching for the most minute changes in Nia’s expression to indicate whether she was in the right path. “… because of Lex—no, that’s too easy; everything is because of Lex.”

There’s a slight sag to Nia’s shoulder’s, a microscopic shift to her brows, and they tell Lena what she wants to hear without words. “Because of Kara,” she breathes, and the way Nia chokes on her smoothie all but confirms it, and Lena immediately snaps into panic mode.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. “You heard something—you know something,” she says, free hand clenching around the flimsy sheets of her bed. It’s not a question, and Lena doesn’t phrase it as one, but the guilty look on Nia’s face answers it perfectly either way. “Is she here? Is she on her way?! Nia, you can’t let her come, we have to stop her! It’s a trap! She cannot come!”

“I know, I know, Lena,” Nia says, forcing a bit of calm that is not naturally occurring in her tone at the moment. “Please calm down; Kara is not in National City,” she grimaces. “At least not yet.”

“Then where is she?” Lena asks, voice wavering in a way she doesn’t even attempt to control. “She absolutely cannot come here.”

“I know,” Nia sighs. “We know. She was spotted by one of Lex’s satellites in Mexico.”

“Mexico…” Lena murmurs, mostly to herself. “For some sun, probably. Is she alright?”

“I would assume so; she was a literal blip on the radar, almost too fast to be picked up at all.”

Lena breathes a deep sigh of relief, sinking into the miserable pile of crappy pillows at her back. “Good,” she says, closing her eyes, already trying to map out the next steps from here. “Good, that means we still have some time.”

Nia quirks a brow in question. “Time? Time for what?”

Lena looks at the young woman like she’s gone insane. “Time to foil whatever Lex is planning to do next,” she explains as if Nia is missing something painfully obvious, because isn’t it? Painfully obvious? Does Nia just expect her to sit tight, handcuffed to this bed, while Lex continues with whatever lunacy he has in store for Kara?

“Brainy said the implant can’t be removed or disabled from a distance, but I was the one who created the system they run on. If I could somehow sneak into the mainframe, maybe I could—”

“Woah, woah, woah, let me stop you right there, Lena,” Nia interrupts, looking panicked. “Hold your damn horses—you are not going anywhere except another, more secure facility. You’re not stepping foot in LuthorCorp—no way.”

“Nia,” Lena hisses, vaguely aware she’s close to sounding like a petulant child, but not even remotely close to caring. “I have to—I’m the only one besides Lex himself who stands a chance in hell of disabling those systems.”

“No way, Lena. No. It’s too risky.” Nia says with an air of finality.

Of course it’s risky. Lena’s not blind to that simple fact—never has been. But the other simple fact is that any world with Lex Luthor in it presents more risk than anyone would be willing to accept.

“What’s the alternative, then? Keep me here, handcuffed, while Kara swoops in for a rigged death match against my brother??”

Nia flinches, and that tells Lena everything she doesn’t want to hear.

“Oh my god, you are,” she practically yelps, watching Nia shrink into herself at her outburst. “You can’t just keep me here! I could help, I could—I have to help—”

“I can, and I will!” Nia suddenly shouts, standing up so abruptly she sends her chair screeching backwards across the floor. “Don’t you understand, Lena? Lex wants to use you and Kara against each other. Every time I close my eyes, I see my friends—my friends, Lena, which includes you, you asshat! I see you two killing one another, over and over again! It’s already happened once, and I cannot let it happen again!”

Nia’s shoulders are shaking—her smoothie dropped and now leaking all over the floor. Lena can see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes; her fists are clenched and trembling at her sides, and all Lena wants to do is reach out and hold the young woman’s hands in her own, to tell her everything will be OK.

But can’t make those assurances; they both know it.

Nia releases a breath—it comes out as a sad little laugh. “You won’t be… you know, you won’t be handcuffed,” she says, as if the restraints were the whole point. “You’ll be at another facility, out of Lex’s reach until this is all over.”

Lena shakes her head, but she doesn’t have the heart to tell Nia that it’s useless. There’s no place Lex can’t reach. “What about Alex?” she asks instead. “She’s got an implant too.”

“Alex will go to the secure facility with you. She volunteered—she doesn’t want Lex to use her to hurt Kara either.” Nia sighs, finally looking Lena in the eye, though she looks defeated. “Lena, I know this isn’t ideal. But we’re running out of time, and we’re running out of options. It’s the best we can do.”

Lena doesn’t voice her disagreement—her gaze makes it clear enough that Nia sighs again, sinking back into her chair with a frown.

The silence is tense; Nia is not looking at her. Lena runs through all the possible arguments she thinks of in her head, before deciding they are all moot. The decision has clearly been made.

But Lena is stubborn. To a fault, really.

“Nia,” she whispers, waiting for the young woman to raise her head to look her way. “Why did you take me to Kara? When she was on the run?”

Nia shrugs. “I had a vision of you two—Kara was wearing her suit, but she had short hair.”

“And what happened?”

“I’m not sure,” Nia admits, biting at her lip nervously. “I’m still trying to decipher it. But I knew—with or without the vision, I just knew you wouldn’t… kill her. I knew you two had to be together for any of this to work.”

Lena takes a deep, deep breath—she’ll analyse whatever Nia’s trying to convey later, but now she has to grasp at the only out she has.

“Together you said,” she repeats, voice breaking. “Then you’ve got to let me help her.”

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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(non-Miraculous asks)

Anonymous said:

Ok this may just be me but I hate deconstructions. I feel like they are always mean spirited and try to be dark and edgy and thinks that every single person is an asshole because that’s “realistic” when no it’s not. This maybe because I like superhero stories and love it when the heroes overcome their struggles.

I can agree for the most part. Whenever I hear “okay but what if it was dArK--” I’m just okay, gonna stop you right there.

Anonymous said:

I swear, nothing bothers me more than people who want Miraculous Ladybug to literally just be Yandere Simulator(with Marinette as Ayano, Alya as Info-chan, Adrien as Taro, Chloe as Osana, Lila as Kizana, Kagami as Megami, and Luka as Budo). It just grinds my gears, especially because they're, once again, framing Marinette as a stalker, which just makes her look bad, AND pits all the girls against each other for Mr. Generic Harem Protagonist, once a-fucking-gain. Just go play the actual game, ok?

All I'm hearing is that now I have to ship Ayano and Budo and write a fic where the ghost girl uses fancy fantasy magic to merge her soul with Ayano and lets her actually have emotions, healing her from being a yandere while the ghost girl (in a way) gets to live a life she was cut short of, also allowing Ayano to be happy and go onto be friends with all the rivals.

Extremely convoluted but that’s the only way we get happy endings in this house.

Anonymous said:

I remember how, when writing Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi refused to bow to older male writers wanted, say, for the girls to be stereotypical manga characters, with one being overweight, one being a stereotypical nerd, etc. But Naoko wanted each of the girls to be beautiful and feminine. While I don't like that they all share a body type, I admire how she didn't listen to grown men when writing for and about young girls. And I can't help but think about how Madoka is the antithesis of all that.

I can appreciate writers who put their foot down to stick to their values. There are limits of course, but yeah, a women writing women probably shouldn’t be listening to a man’s input. I’m sure good advice exists buuut...

Anonymous said:

What is your ranking of the seasons of the year from most to least favorite and why?

Summer - I work best in the warmth

Spring - Always brings images of flowers blooming to mind

Autumn - Things are getting cold and I don’t like it

Winter - It can go choke for all I care

Anonymous asked:

Someone on TV Tropes actually said that the name Feminist Fantasy should be changed because "feminism excludes men the same way meninism excludes women" and actually had the nerve to link that to the "Not So Different" trope, as if women haven't been excluded throughout the history of almost every human society. Fortunately, someone responded to them in a way that technically amounted to "do your damn research" but I'm still facepalming so hard at TV Tropes' "what about the men" rhetoric.

I feel like I lost braincells reading this.

Anonymous asked:

I feel like in fiction written by men there are only three flaws that female protagonists are allowed to have: clumsy, boy-crazy, or ashamed of their flat chests. I hate it.

Don’t forget, “having to listen to the men for how they’re supposed to feel.”

Anonymous asked:

Jatp. Nominated. For. Seven. Emmys. SEVEN!!!! Miraculous could NEVER. Literally.

omg!! Congrats to Julie and the Phantoms!

Anonymous asked:

WHAT ARE YOUR FLASHBACKS TO EVER AFTER HIGH?? I GOTTA KNOW? OMG?

Oh, I’ve seen basically the whole series, though the one I remember most is definitely Epic Winter. It was my favorite one though Beauty and the Beast is my favorite Disney movie so I’m biased.

I also like a lot of the “twists” and just--crazy concepts they rolled with, like with Red Riding Hood’s story and how Apple White gets woken up from her slumber.

Anonymous asked:

You're gonna be happy to hear this...I just started watching Cardcaptor Sakura today, and holy shit not only do I love it, but I also love how freaking META it is! I know you said you're not all that knowledgeable about Magical Girl, but this show is AWARE that it's a Magical Girl show! From Tomoyo(the main reason this show is so meta, tbh) realizing Sakura is a Magical Girl and asking if she has a transformation pose, to designing outfits for her(more on that later) to videotaping her(aka literally making a Magical Girl anime out of her Magical Girl friend), it just has fun with itself and plays with Magical Girl tropes without making a mockery of them like all those "dark" male-aimed ones do(lookin' at you, Madoka Magica and Yuki Yuna!).

And not only is it hilarious and adorable(especially with Sakura's crush on Yukito, Tomoyo's crush on Sakura, and Touya picking on Sakura, but playfully), but I love how it's riddled with girl power. While watching some of the first episodes I was looking forward to seeing Syaoran(partly because I love male Tsunderes and partly because I can't pronounce his name), and was surprised that he wasn't in the first few episodes, but more importantly I was so happy to see a show that treats its female characters with respect and shows women unironically receiving support from other women and being shown possessing power and authority.

I love Sakura and Tomoyo's friendship even if I hate the trope of "Lesbian Never Gets The Girl"(not that I think she's entitled to Sakura's affections or anything, but still.) and watching her support Sakura in her magic endeavors without being jealous or vindictive, I love that they're allowed to be independent and smart but that the show doesn't forget that they're kids, instead of making them like Manon and Chris, and I love that the show passes the Bechdel test in pretty much the first or second episode, and that pretty much every important and unimportant character we meet that's not Sakura's family members, Kero, or Yukito(plus maaaayyybe the Shadow Clow Card) are female.

Even little things, like all FOUR of Tomoyo's bodyguards in the second episode being female without there being a "reason" or the show making a big deal of it(either in a "yay girl power!" way or a "what but women can't x" way or an objectifying way) fills me with insurmountable joy. Also, I love that the show follows the Magical Girl trend of pretty much admitting that femininity is power, since frilly dresses are stated to be the most "fitting" thing for a Cardcaptor to wear, as without it, they might not be mentally up to the task, and this is an unironic truth rather than a joke(although Sakura is shown to be embarrassed, but it's much more likely that she's simply not used to that kind of gear due to not being rich as Tomoyo is.) or a gag.

I just thought I should tell you this because I know you like Cardcaptor Sakura, and with the crappy episodes that just came out of this show, I think you deserve to read an ask that's about a GENUINE girl power Magical Girl show, instead of yet more Miraculous Ladybug salt or Madoka Magica hate(not that there's anything wrong with either of those two, but it just gets grating after a while.). Overall, I'm looking forward to watching this show, since I've been looking for a Magical Girl show to watch nowadays(I've been meaning to watch Star Twinkle Precure but I can't find the third episode and all of Cardcaptor Sakura is on YouTube now, so.). So excited!

Hey, I’m glad that you’re having fun with it!

Though, just a warning, you might wanna steer clear of the Clear Card arc. It’s a sequel to the original series made waaaay after the original (think the equivalent of Yashahime for Inuyasha, though continuing with the original characters) but omg I hated it.

Anonymous asked:

With the crappy Season 4 episodes that just came out I'm glad I got into Cardcaptor Sakura when I did. Who needs "Marinette needs to make a mistake every episode and learn something from it" when you can have genuine girl power and sweetness incarnate?

Alya could never compete with Tomoyo, I’m just sayin’.

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Your comment about white men feeling "disenfranchised" because more shows are about black people and/or women(I say and/or because the two aren't mutually exclusive.), as if there aren't a million other things they could be watching instead is so true! It reminds me of how I was talking to someone recently about the new generation of MLP, in which I stated that we didn't need a male mane pony(spoiler alert: they have one, sadly.), and he claimed that it would be beneficial since many shows aimed at boys at least try to include at least one main girl, and that it would be good for G5 of MLP to have at least one strong male lead so that boys could have a role model and know that the show isn't "girly".

Okay, so far, so good, but this I could chalk up to just unconscious internalized misogyny, especially since he didn't say it in any sort of "way". So I respectfully told him that the scale regarding representation is already not equal and that boys can look up to girls and that a show being girly is not a bad thing and all that stuff that you already know about. Then he responded claiming some stuff about how he keeps trying to pitch stories about straight white male characters and how nobody is accepting his offers and so this means that straight white men are underrepresented compared to everyone else. He even explicitly said, and I quote "White people are actually critically underrepresented in media right now. Especially boys."; I swear to the Goddess above.

At this point I was officially upset as a black girl, to hear this white(and presumably adult) man telling me that he was underrepresented in media compared to me, even saying that the media execs are practicing "quotas and tokenization"(and yes, he repeatedly used those terms for any instance of representation, even when I asked him politely to stop.) by replacing women with men or white people with pocs and are making white men look like incompetent doofuses.

He also kept saying stuff about how shows are always shoehorning people of color in where they don't belong by casting them in settings such as Shakespeare and medieval times when "realistically" there were no people of color during those time periods(which is obviously not true, it's just not what the history books show us.), and made a really insensitive comment about how black children in the USA today don't know the significance of having the first black president because the media supposedly already shows them black people in various professions(despite also claiming he couldn't speak to the "black experience" and yet here he is whitesplaining that shit.).

It got to the point where he was seriously and unironically using the word "blackwashing". When I pointed out to him that white men aren't underrepresented and that it's just his self-centered ego telling him that they are, that the word "blackwashing" isn't a thing, and that mis/underrepresentation in media DOES affect black kids negatively(even citing myself as an example) he went on to claim that I was being tone-deaf and that "blackwashing" is just as bad as whitewashing, and that making Ariel black is just as bad as making Jasmine white.

At this point I had to bang my head on the table and explain to him the difference; his ass still wouldn't get it. Eventually he started saying some really skeevy and hypocritical shite that white men say all the time when whining about how "oppressed and underrepresented" they are: that black people and/or women

(it looks like there might be an ask missing here, in which case, sorry if Tubmlr ate it!)

avor of supporting the commonly believed LIE that "women and/or minority groups don't have as much history worth learning about, so there's no point in focusing on them." He also kept using patronizing, condescending, mansplaining language such as "let me explain it to you" or "you still don't get it do you?", and when he said women had nothing to contribute to society because "oppression" he even had the nerve to tack on "welcome to the unequal society" as if I hadn't been lecturing him about just that.

Because obviously only white men did anything worthwhile or important in history. At this point, I had to block him. I couldn't take it anymore and this was on an MLP site of all places(although I'm probably just as guilty of that part, but at least I wasn't an ass!). I just can't stand white men who "want to be oppressed so bad" but still want to claim that their achievements are more important and deserve to be more prominent. Honestly, so many white men are so fragile the second they're not in the spotlight. I can't help but think that despite all the privilege afforded to their class being a white man sounds like the worst thing ever.

“he claimed that it would be beneficial since many shows aimed at boys at least try to include at least one main girl, and that it would be good for G5 of MLP to have at least one strong male lead so that boys could have a role model and know that the show isn't "girly". “

I might be looking too deep into that but I don’t like the idea of, “Well WE squeezed in a girl and therefore YOUR SHOWS--” like it’s some sort of matter of “fairness” or that boys’ shows aren’t putting in girls out of a genuine like for them but because they “need” one or it’s some sort of obligation.

Also, we need to stop this idea that boys can’t look up to female characters and vice versa for girls. You already said it but yeah.

And yeah, I hear "quotas and tokenization" and I officially tune out of whatever the person is saying, lol. White men are critically underrepresented???? Newsflash, maybe it’s just because others are being represented more??

Just the whole thing about whites being “underrepresented” boggles my mind. White people don’t have some sort of special ability or skill that other races can’t do themselves unless you count the “superpower” of white privilege.

Like, oh my god, all that “whitesplaining” and having to read the word “blackwashing” was physically painful. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I don’t know how they got hold of the technology to communicate with you from whatever time period their from, presumably the Stone Age.

Don’t even blame you for blocking them. There’s just a level of absolute... blindness? Arrogance??? That comes with the territory with them sometimes, I swear. You had every right to be upset; other races come to ask for equality and fair representation and suddenly you have these white men (not all obviously but damn) coming by and crying that they’re being oPpReSsEd. U_U

Like, honestly, my father in particular is absolutely that kind of person so I’ve heard that kind of stuff before. it’s all gross.

On a slightly unrelated note (trying to end this with some positivity), I hadn’t even heard about a fifth generation of MLP until I read this, and just wanted to let you know that I really hope you have a really good time with it! Hopefully the male character isn’t... well, you know.

#other: ask and answer #other: non ml talk

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Confessions

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Summary: Defeating the galaxy’s biggest foe and being brought to the brink of death causes Tony to get a little sentimental.

Warnings: Endgame spoilers.

Word Count: 1,969

A/N: I hope you enjoy some Tony fluff. ^^

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You chewed your lip as you glanced at the clock for what felt like the millionth time, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter with each second that passed. You turned your attention to the door opposite, your leg bouncing erratically as you resisted the urge to jump out of your seat and charge through it in your impatience. You hardly dared to think about what was going on on the other side, all manner of scenarios rushing through your head.

What was taking so long? Had something gone wrong?

That last thought alone caused your breath to catch in your throat and you hastily got up and walked to the nearby water cooler, busying yourself by filling a plastic cup and gulping down the lukewarm liquid. It wasn't the most refreshing experience, but it eased the lump in your throat. When the sound of the door handle turning filled your ears you whipped around to face it, eyes wide as a doctor and nurse emerged. You looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to break the news. You hoped it was good news.

"Everything is fine," the doctor assured with a polite smile. "He's going to need a little rehabilitation and there's a few things to keep a careful eye on, but he's going to be okay."

The sigh of relief you breathed could have knocked them both off their feet, as all the anxiety and uneasiness that had been building up over the last 12 hours fizzled and ebbed away.

"Can I see him?" You asked hopefully, chewing your lip again as you nervously awaited a reply.

The doctor and nurse shared a knowing look, before the doctor gave you a sympathetic smile.

"You can see him," he nodded, "but please keep in mind what he's been through. He's going to be okay but he is in pretty bad shape - just keep that in mind and try not to be too alarmed when you see him."

You nodded in understanding, a new wave of anxiety rolling over you as you placed a hand on the door handle. After what seemed like an eternity you were finally going to see him. So many hours of waiting with nothing to do but replay the last time you saw him over and over and over again - it had driven you almost mad. Now, you were allowed to see him, and it all felt so surreal.

Taking a deep breath, you swallowed your nerves and stepped inside.

The rhythmic humming and beeping of machines filled the otherwise silent room, and as you laid your eyes upon the figure on the bed you felt a wave of emotions overwhelm you. Relief, shock, worry, guilt, happiness, sadness, all swirling around like a chemical cocktail. You stepped forward with legs that felt like lead and stopped at the end of the bed, resting a hand on the frame and just looking at him. Taking him all in.

Tony Stark, the symbol of strength and durability, lay bruised and broken before you, tucked beneath a crisp white hospital blanket. A multitude of wires snaked out from beneath the cover, attached to various machines that monitored who knew what - all that mattered was that they were keeping him stable. The beeping of the heart monitor was like a symphony to your ears, reassuring you that he was okay, he was alive. After everything that had happened, Tony Stark was alive.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as the weight of the situation hit you. It could so easily have gone the other way. Using the gauntlet against Thanos should have killed him, the power in the stones more than any human could endure, yet somehow, against all odds, he'd survived. For once in your life, you were grateful for his stubbornness.

"Are you gonna stare at me this whole time or are you actually gonna say something?" Tony's voice cut through the silence, weak but still filled with his usual sarcasm, and you jumped at the sudden sound, blushing in embarrassment for getting caught staring. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and came closer to sit beside him.

"I thought you were asleep," you said softly, voice threatening to break.

"That's even creepier," he remarked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Nice to see you still have your crappy sense of humour," you teased, causing him to pout.

"Hey, you're supposed to be nice to me, I almost died."

"Really? You're playing that card already?" It was surprising how easy it was to fall back into your old habit of swapping banter - it made the current situation a lot easier to deal with, which you suspected was exactly why Tony was doing it. The serious talk would come later, when he was ready, but for now you were happy to lean on humour as a coping mechanism.

"Just tell me, how's the face? Because that's the real money maker."

You took the opportunity to really look at him, heart sinking as your eyes trailed over every bruise and cut and scar - reminders of what he'd been through. He looked a mess, but it was a relief to see that the impish glint was still in his eyes.

"Well, you're not gonna get any calls from Vogue anytime soon, but it'll do," you shrugged, unable to stifle a giggle.

"Ouch!" He gasped, holding a hand to his heart.

A heavy silence followed and you found yourself struggling for what to say next. When Tony’s hand touched yours you looked up to meet his eye.

"I'm okay," he reassured, squeezing your hand. "I'm okay."

You shared a smile as your eyes filled with more tears, and you finally allowed the emotions you’d been holding back to break through.

"I was so scared," you breathed, inching closer and gripping his hand tighter. "I thought we'd lost you."

It seemed wrong that he was the one who'd almost died yet you were the one sitting there crying, but now that you'd started you couldn't stop, as sobs ripped through you and the tears just kept coming. Tony did his best to comfort you, rubbing circles into the palm of the hand he was still holding and encouraging you to let it all out. He'd been through hell, but he could only imagine what it must have been like for his friends to witness it all unfold.

"You could've just said if I looked that bad, you know."

"Shut up," you giggled through your tears, taking a series of breaths to help calm down.

"You know, there's something I realised while I was busy thinking I was dead…”

"Yeah? What's that?"

"We may be a bunch of superheroes with fancy technology and the best gadgets money can buy, but it only takes one crazy guy, high on power, to bring it all crashing down."

"I'd really rather not think about that just yet."

"Sorry, it's just...I nearly died, and of all the things in my life I've messed up or regretted, not getting this off of my chest would have been my biggest mistake."

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, sitting straighter in your chair in preparation for what he had to say.

"When I thought it was over and was heading towards the light - yeah, it's real - I didn't see God or St Peter or any other bearded guy waiting for me...I saw you,"

"What?"

He nodded, "I was done, Y/N. I was ready to die. I knew all along that's how it was going to end, and I'd accepted that. I was sick of fighting, just delaying the inevitable. I was ready to go, but then, right at the end, I saw you, and I remembered why I'd been fighting so hard in the first place."

You weren’t entirely sure where this was going, but your heart beat just that little bit faster in anticipation anyway.

It was no lie that you’d harboured feelings for Tony over the years, but you'd never once expected that he might actually feel the same. It was much easier to bury it away than admit how you felt about someone with his reputation.

"I couldn't leave without telling you how I really felt. Because it's you, Y/N, it's always been you - you've set me straight when I've lost my way, you've pulled me back from the edge more times than I can count. You've stopped me getting carried away, going overboard. You've always been there making sure I stayed on the right path, and I guess I wasn't ready to admit it before but, I kinda liked the thought of you having my back. I guess nearly dying puts things into perspective, but I just know that I couldn't leave without telling you how I really feel."

You stared, dumbfounded, as he babbled on. "Tony, what are you trying to say?"

At this point you were pretty sure your heart had stopped beating altogether, that familiar knot of anxiety twisting in your chest again. He took a deep breath as he carefully contemplated his next words.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time, but I never wanted to admit it because I knew that if I did it would mean it was real. I've spent so many years building this persona, wrapping myself up in a safety blanket and hiding away from my emotions. I didn’t want to just lay everything out for the world to see and make myself vulnerable."

"But. You're Tony Stark."

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"You're one of the biggest names in the world. You're important. I'm just a nobody."

"You're not a nobody, Y/N. Not to me."

Tears filled your eyes again but this time for a completely different reason. You couldn't deny that you hadn't thought about this moment from time to time, imagining how it might feel if he were to feel the same, but now that he was actually confessing it, it didn't feel real.

"It's always been you," he repeated, cupping a hand to your cheek and swiping a tear away with his thumb.

"Oh, Tony," you whimpered, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. It felt so good to feel his warm palm against your skin, as though his hands had been made just to hold you. When he moved to tilt your chin up you opened your eyes, finding him already looking at you with an affectionate smile.

"Does this mean it's okay to kiss you?" He asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer. Without another word, you leaned forward and closed the gap between you, pressing the most gentle of kisses to his lips in fear of hurting him. He hummed in content and ran his free hand through your hair, holding you close for just a little longer.

When you parted, Tony rested his forehead against yours, the two of you closing your eyes and relishing this quiet moment between you. You weren’t sure when you’d get another, knowing the others would be here soon now that he was awake.

"You're not just saying you love me so that I smuggle you in some cheeseburgers are you?" You asked after a while, pulling away to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but is that a request I can make?"

"Well, I don’t want to get caught,” you thought aloud, tapping a finger on your chin for added effect. “But I can get Happy to pick some up for you. That way my hands stay clean.”

Tony grinned, the mischief in his eyes mirroring yours.

"That genius thinking is just one of the many reasons why I love you," he grinned, pulling you closer for another chaste kiss.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #iron man #tony stark #avengers #endgame #the avengers #tony stark fluff #tony stark has a heart #tony stank #thanos #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction #infinity gauntlet #infinity war

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justafandomfollower · 3 years

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Thoughts on Stargirl S02E01

Season 2 is here! So, I watched the first episode last night and, while I don’t often do this for TV shows I watch, wanted to share/write up my thoughts about the episode. I mean, overall, I thought it was really good and I was grinning like a loon to see the familiar characters back onscreen. But, more than that, I had some thoughts on individual characters.

First, I really really liked the way they handled Courtney’s “overworking” as Stargirl. A lot of other shows would have the debate about how being Stargirl is dangerous and she’s just a teenager, etc., etc. But they hashed that out last season, and they’re not bringing it up again here, which should be the bare minimum but ends up just being refreshing. Pat never says she needs to put away the staff (except for that last bit where he grounds her, and even that’s temporary). Instead, he cautions her to find a balance between the superhero and non-superhero parts of her life, to pass her classes, get good grades, get some sleep, learn to take breaks every now and again, and think about her future.

I do think Courtney will ultimately be proven right about the threats that are out there (I mean, duh, we saw Cindy and Eclipso right there), but nothing Pat said was wrong, or telling her that there were no threats. So, yeah. Big fan of that part. As for Green Lantern’s daughter, while Courtney was her usual “act first, think later” self, I also kind of can’t blame her, because someone did sneak into their house and steal important JSA relics. There were faults on both sides here.

The rest of my thoughts I’ve thrown under a read-more because it’s long and rambling:

I’m pretty solid and happy with where the other three JSA kids are at the moment, but I figured I’d still break it down a little.

Yolanda: I like that she’s struggling with what she did, even months later. I like that she knows she can’t say anything at church, I like that she’s still able to talk about it with Courtney, and I like that Courtney was supportive without outright agreeing with or condemning her actions. It’s a tough thing for kids to talk about, and while an experienced adult like Pat might be able to understand it better, I like that Yolanda’s not completely bottling it up.

On that note, though, they said Cindy might have gotten crushed when the satellite came down, “like Brainwave”, so there’s a possibility here that nobody else knows what Yolanda did, which’ll be interesting to see play out, if that’s true.

Rick: Again, I like where he’s at. He’s more confident in who he is, a little more settled, but also still lost. He claims Tyler as his name again and knows he’s a hero, but he doesn’t know where he goes from here. I think that’s part of why he’s seeking out Grundy, because he’s still clinging to that part of his past because he doesn’t have any clue of what’s in his future.

He’s still very much an angry teenager new at being a superhero, ranting to that teacher about how he saved her, but knowing his character (and acknowledging how crappy that teacher was), I can’t entirely blame him for that. Was it a good move? No. Did it make sense? Absolutely.

Speaking of that teacher, she was not a good one. Can I understand her wariness about the bad boy of the school suddenly getting every answer right? Sure. But, 1) it’s been months, so surely there’s been some gradual improvement, 2) that’s not the way to do it; talk to him about it, sure, but don’t refuse to accept his explanations, and 3) refusing to accept his name change is a jerk move that a figure of authority shouldn’t be making. I could wave away the first one from TV-time-skipping-magic, but not the other two. I don’t really think we’ll see this character again (but maybe in summer school), but she’s more of a vessel to show us 1) how Rick’s changed and 2) how the way others see him hasn’t, so, I suppose, in that regard, she did her job.

Beth: It’s neat that the goggles still seem to be (mostly) working, but it’s the AI that’s not functioning. Not the route I’d thought they’d go, but it’s really interesting because it gives Beth a chance to expand her skill set, or at least expand it to the viewer, and give her a role as a coder/computer scientist. It also doesn’t cheapen the “death” of the AI that happened last season.

Also, like the others (Rick at school with the teachers, Courtney and Yolanda having a discussion in the middle of main street, even Pat with STRIPE), she’s not great at hiding her activities. They’re just goggles, maybe, and she could explain them away fairly easy, but I don’t like the way she just leaves them out around the house. I’m okay with it for now because 1) she’s a teenager, still learning, and they are pretty innocuous, 2) some of it’s probably just TV “requirements”, like not wanting to cut from scene to scene or whatever (idk, I’m not in the TV business), and 3) her parents seem pretty clueless.

And speaking of her parents, man did I not like them even more this season. Every time I saw them on screen my mind went straight to: “good people, terrible parents”. Did they ever even want a kid, or did they just like the idea of having a kid to fit into their “perfect lives” until even that wasn’t enough to keep them together? They’re barely aware of what Beth does on a day to day basis, she still seems to be the one doing all the cooking, and they forget to tell her they’re coming home late? Bad parenting, and selfish parenting at that.

Overall, my mood about Beth this episode can be summed up like this: Do I like Beth struggling? No. Does it open up possibilities for what could be a really intriguing character arc? Yeah.

My biggest complaint about our JSA is that there weren’t really any scenes of them together, but that’s more of the time constraints of having so many characters we needed to get concrete information on regarding where they stand. They had that nice patrol scene in the beginning to let us know they’re all still solid friends, so I’m happy enough with that for now.

Other thoughts:

Barbara wasn’t really in it much (no mention of her job, though the newspaper article did say something about The American Dream going through changes after the death of its leader or something like that), but I can sympathize with her wanting a vacation and not getting one. It’ll be interesting to see how okay she is with Courtney as Stargirl as things get more dangerous.

Mike, likewise, wasn’t much present, but it’s clear he’s still struggling to be a part of things. Pat wasn’t wrong, when he said that the discipline, etc. from having a job was important, but it still feels like he’s brushing Mike aside and not letting him be involved, so I can see some more resentment brewing this season. Better than last season, but c’mon Pat. Mike just wants to help. Still, hopefully we’ll get a better idea of where Mike stands in future episodes.

Artemis. Really interesting the way she brushed aside her parents being in jail as them being wrongly convicted. I’ve seen Young Justice, so I’m looking forward to seeing if they turn her into a villain or hero here.

Zeek. (Is that how he spelled it? It looked like that on his hat.) I’m, probably unnecessarily, wary of how interested he was in working with Pat at the show (does he know something?) but for now I’m mostly just mildly amused at his “I don’t care what you do on your time, but hey, do you think that robot could use a flamethrower?”. Also. Pat. C’mon man. You’ve been in this business for decades. Hide your robot better. (Though, I’ll admit, he was only resigned when he realized Zeek had found it, so... Did he have an excuse ready? Did he just not read Zeek as a threat? I’m probably reading too much into this, but it’ll again be interesting to see where it goes.)

Cameron’s back, seemingly unaware of everything, and it looks like his murderous grandparents are taking care of him. Not great, but, eh, we’ll see what happens.

Sylvester is still tracking down Pat. I’m a little bit glad the landlord either didn’t give him, or didn’t have, Pat’s information from that end scene last season. I’m also interested to see if Maggie (Mike’s Mom, if my understanding of comics I haven’t read is correct) sticks around. Sylvester seems supremely unworried and in a mostly good mood, despite his desire to track down Pat, so I really want to know what’s up with him. I’ve seen some fan theories of time travel and him being a displaced Starman, which could be interesting, but I have no idea if they’re accurate. He certainly seems to be the real deal, at least with all the right memories.

Cindy and Eclipso. That opening scene was creepy, and made me question if I’d turned on the right show, and the connection with the McNider family is really interesting. Did not like the way she had Mike’s picture, but from a writing POV I really liked it. I don’t want Mike to go villain, but I mostly trust the writers to see how this plays out.

Other thoughts: The town seems to have moved on from the mind control/satellite-dish-from-the-football-field thing, so I’m guessing there weren’t too many causalities. New principal makes sense, and I like that they didn’t need to shove it in our face to remind us what happened to the old one (plus that scene where Courtney bumps into her kid; nice and simple and shows a little of how he’s coping). I appreciate that Henry hasn’t been forgotten. No glimpse of Yolanda’s home life yet, or Rick’s uncle. No idea how Rick managed to change his name, but the threat he was hiding from is more or less gone, so it makes sense.

I may have forgotten something here or there, but anyone who’s made it this far deserves a cookie, so, thanks for reading! I’m always up for discussion if anyone wants to add on or debate any of my points.

#Stargirl #My thoughts #just talking to myself

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could you do a tory x robby fic. don't worry if you don't have time:)

our roots. robby keene x tory nichols

summary 📣: in which tory is convinced her and robby are more similar than he thinks, so what happens when they’re thrown into a situation that brings him back to his roots?

warning/s 🚫: swearing, mentions of drinking and drugs, sexual themes but not smut

slater’s note 🗯: i got so excited for this request, thank you for sending this in anon! anyways my inbox is open and if you prefer something else for them, shoot :)

"we know eachother robby," tory shrugged, "we know eachother a lot better than we think."

robby glanced over to tory for a short moment before looking away, his tongue poking the side of his cheek as he thought. he picked away at his fingers, his foot tapping at the ground.

it had been awhile since robby was stuck in the kind of situation he was in right then, and he didn't know how to feel.

he had only known tory for a couple of months. it was on and off at certain times, her showing up at random. he'd see her at parties, in the hallways at school, sometimes just around in public but never had he ever approached her, it was always her.

and that was how it had all started.

she had showed up at his dad's apartment at randomly, two forties in hand with a smug smirk on her face. he had stared at her absolutely dumbfounded, blinking a couple of time before she broke his surprised train of thought.

“so, you gonna let me in?”

he blinked again before moving rather fast.

"you're lucky my dad didn't answer the door," he had mumbled quietly, quickly closing the door after sliding out of the small apartment.

"what do you mean?" she faked pout, "i'm sure sensi lawerence would love to go on a bender with us."

"what're you doing here?"

he felt like he was on a personal attack, like she was blackmailing him for some odd reason by just showing up randomly on his front door.

robby hadn't gotten along with tory in the beginning, her constant unreasonable attacks on sam for no reason while also shitting on him for practically making an attempt to kill her ex boyfriend, miguel.

“you know i don’t drink.”

and yet she had somehow convinced him to go out on the northern heights to drink since no one she remotely liked was free or just hadn't wanted to drink with her at four in the afternoon.

that four in the afternoon had reached ten p.m. painfully fast, causing robby a great big headache as the forties went down fast and the other bottles of alcohol were pulled out from tory’s backseat, going down just as easy.

and now there they were in the middle of the LAPD police station sitting before the empty head of security desk.

he couldn’t help but have regretted everything he had done that night, all the drinking, the laughing, and the reckless driving, and then the destruction property, the reason they got caught in the first place.

he had tory hop on his shoulders in attempt to pull off the “towing after hours” sign screwed to a wooden pole. they were unsuccessful, ending in fits of giggles before hearing the familiar sound of the police sirens, causing them to sober up real fast.

robby hadn't felt that nervous in awhile, but it was like another saturday night for tory. she was relaxed, leaned back in the old rough plastic chairs she had sat in many many times.

"we're more alike than you think."

that rung through his ears, causing him to stop moving all his anxious limbs, his mouth slight agape as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

he hated that she said that, he also hated the fact that it was true. tory reminded him a lot of his old self. the old self that used to do molly at school, used to drink a lot, get high, steal, scam, do drugs, anything that involved with social rebellion. you know, the “basic teen actions”.

he used to be tory, so used to the chair that she now sat in to the point he was comfortable in it.

"yeah, but not anymore," he mumbled, glancing over to her, causing her to clench her jaw. she was hoping he would agree, she was hoping he'd reassure her that they were both unstable, that they were on the same level of impulsive and bold.

that they both had nothing to lose because they had already lost so much and they really were just living day by day.

but he denied her of all of that.

every since she had joined the cobra kai dojo, she had heard a lot about robby and how he was some cool asshole who took the term “rebellious teen” to a whole other level. even through high school he was always somebody everyone talked about, whether it being about his shitty father or how much of a good fuck he was.

she found comfort in robby, like he was some super hero she read about in comics and saw in movies, someone she could look up to just because he had the same sob story as her.

but now tory rolled her eyes, sinking deeper into the plastic chair. apparently he isn’t her superhero anymore.

the head of LAPD had let them go with a warning and robby had no idea how or why but by the way tory was silently smirking he knew she had to have had some connections.

they pair was escorted out to the lot where they held tory’s car, giving her the keys after driving it out into the main parking lot, leaving them alone in the cold crisp night air.

they both stared up at the sky for a decent amount of time, the stars shinning especially bright that night making tory slightly smile.

“you can’t leave your roots, robby,” tory said in truth, her head tilted back in competence, “you always seem to end up back to where you’ve began.”

she nodded to him in content, her lips pressed into a thin line as if that were to be the last time she’d see him in awhile.

robby watched her walk off towards her old crappy car, his mind racing, “tory wait.”

and she stopped, not turning until she heard his footfalls get nearer to her. he was looking at the black tar filling in the crack of the old parking lot, steadily strolling towards her.

her watched him carefully, anticipating his next move, her skin rolling up and down into anxiousness.

he looked up, and it went fast, his hands reaching up to each side of her face, pressing his lips against hers.

she suppressed the gasp that wavered out in the back of her throat, her hands reaching out to grasp air before she settled for his arm, her fingers wrapping around his forearm, leaning into him.

his lips move in sync hers slowly as they fell into a cloud of lust that began to take over the both of their minds.

he pushed her back, tory’s back hitting up against the back of someone’s car, her head tilting up in a gasp, diverting them both into a different position.

robby’s lips reached down to her fair colored neck, his mouth beginning to press kisses and pull skin lightly between his teeth as he sucked onto her neck and along her collarbone.

her stomach began to tighten, causing her to gasp for air, chest sinking up and down as he continued on, his hands roaming all over her body, gripping, grasping, and pulling against her clothes and body.

“robby,” her voice came out in a low whine, different from the usual tone, stern, hard, and snarky, but now weak and desperate, making him groan, his lips going back to hers.

“you want to do this?” his voice rough, waving onto her lips making her stomach tie up even more, “right now?”

and tory grinned, her face ducking away from his, making sure she could see the smirk on her face, “you know i do.”

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Flustered

Steve x reader x Bucky x Natasha

The three had seen the horrors of the world. It was a place of fear and mistrust. They had been forced to live through their own horrors and to try and fix the world.

They had suffered through hell and come yet still came back. For a long time, they each believed they deserved no better than the life they lived. Thankfully the universe gifted them better.

The universe gifted them with each other as well as Y/N Parker.

Y/N was not a superhero. Y/N was not a mutant. Y/N Parker was a civilian and they couldn't be more grateful to have her.

She was a light at the end of the tunnel. A light they'd never thought available to them.

Y/N was not oblivious to the work her brother and partners shared. She knew what they faced daily and she knew none of them were unscathed to the atrocities of the world.

Y/N knew she was not a hero. She didn't save the world but she didn't need to. She just wanted to protect her brother and her three partners.

"Med, there's no more counter space. I think it's time to stop." Natasha smiled, watching you move about the small kitchen.

"There's plenty of space." You waved her off, placing a tray of cookies on the table. "Besides I need to make a lot, Peter has an enhanced metabolism and food just disappears with Steve and Bucky."

"I still think you have enough," Natasha said, getting off her stool and moving behind you. "You have enough to feed a small army." She added, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"One more batch." You bargained, humming contently as you leaned back into her hold. "I haven't made the peanut butter ones you like."

"You're too nice for your own good." Natasha sighed, pressing her lips to your neck. You could feel your cheeks turn red and travel down your neck as she kissed your neck.

"Nat, stop." You laughed as she lingered on the sensitive spot on your neck. "The ovens on." You chided her lightly.

"You've done worse with the oven on." She reminded you, causing your face and neck to burn brighter.

"Nat!" You whined as she laughed.

"You're so easy to tease." She smirked, kissing your cheek and letting you go. "One more batch and that's it." She allowed you.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You grinned, kissing her quickly before getting back to work.

"We're back!" Bucky announced as you were pulling Natasha's batch out.

"And we brought Peter," Steve added.

"So please have your clothes on," Peter begged, causing Natasha to laugh loudly and you to flush once more.

"Peter Benjamin Parker." You scolded him. "Don't be an ass." You stuttered through your embarrassment as he and your boys entered the kitchen.

"Don't swear in front of the child." Bucky teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, leaning back and looking his body over. "No broken bones? No blood pouring out of your body?" You checked with him.

"I'm fine, doll." He promised you, squeezing your shoulders gently.

"It was a good mission. Very little injuries." Steve said, pulling you into a hug.

"Little injuries mean someone got hurt." You pointed out. "So who was it?" You questioned, looking up at him.

Steve did not say anything but you caught Bucky looking between the blonde and your brother.

"Couch now, Steven." You said, pulling away from him. "You too, Pete." You added to your younger sibling who was happily munching away at the platefuls of cookies.

"Somebody's in trouble." Natasha sang as Peter whined and Steve slouched over to the couch.

"Eat your cookies, Nat." You shook your head. "Buck, sit down and have something to eat." You directed him.

"Yes, doll." He agreed, kissing your cheek.

"Who's the most injured?" You asked, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting on the table in front of them.

"Steve." Peter blurted out quickly.

"So you." You nodded, shifting to face your brother. "Show me." You demanded him.

Knowing better than to argue, Peter wordlessly raised his shirt showcasing a nasty looking gash.

"Are you going home to May tonight?" You asked the younger boy to distract him.

"Yeah." He breathed, gasping when you pressed an alcohol wipe to the wound. "I just wanted you to see I'm alive." He teased you.

"I am your older sibling I'm allowed to worry." You told the boy. "I'll get you to take May some cookies."

"We have plenty to spare, Pete," Natasha mentioned. "We could give you three containers and still have plenty." She added around a mouthful of cookie.

"Are you mocking me, Nat?" You asked, placing a large bandage on Peter's wound.

"Yes, she is, Y/N." Bucky dobbed. "You should punish her by giving me all the peanut butter cookies." He said before the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the apartment.

"No hitting." You and Steve scolded the two.

"Alright, Pete, you're all good. Go take a shower. There are clothes in the spare room." You said, patting his knee.

"Thanks, Y/N," Peter said, embracing you before moving towards the bathroom.

"Alright Steve, show me what you did." You commanded, nodding at him.

"Technically HYDRA did it," Steve said, pulling his shirt off to reveal a long cut on his arm.

"You run headfirst into trouble Steve. It's kinda your fault." Natasha told him as you began to wrap his arm.

"This looks like it's healing quickly. I don't need to stitch you up tonight." You said to him.

"What would we do without you, sweetheart?" Steve questioned, brushing hair off your face.

At the simple action, you could feel your cheeks burn red.

"I missed seeing that color." Steve chuckled, running his thumb down your cheeks. "It suits you so well, sweetheart."

"Shut up." You scoffed, ducking your head.

"We can make that color appear in other ways, can't we doll?" Bucky teased, sitting on the couch behind you and Natasha sat in front of you.

"Guys I just want you to know I can hear you," Peter yelled, causing you to sink back on the couch as your partners howled. "I don't need to hear any of this!"

"I hate all of you." You said as your partners continued to laugh. "No more cookies for Peter and no sex for the three of you." You announced.

"You love us," Bucky said, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah I do." You admitted with a smile.

"Bucky you're not allowed to pick the movies anymore," Natasha said, pushing him onto the couch next to you.

"Why?" Bucky whined, pulling you into his lap.

"Because you pick crappy movies," Steve answered, sitting next to the two of you.

"What Rogers said." Natasha nodded, turning on her own movie. "And I'm not sitting through one of your choices again."

"Mean." Bucky pouted, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "You like my movie choices, don't you Y/N?"

"I liked it when you chose the Wizard of Oz." You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Just not some of your other choices."

"No-one appreciates me," Bucky whined as the movie began.

"Black Swan, Nat?" You questioned. "Didn't we already watch this one?"

"I love this movie." Natasha defended herself. "Besides it's better than Steve making us watch E.T. every other movie night."

"Bucky was right, no-one appreciates how hard it is to pick a movie," Steve said. The four of you settled back into the couch and relaxed as your movie night began.

"Alright, who wants hot chocolate?" You asked after the third movie. You stood from the couch and stretched to work out the kinks in your neck. The shirt you stole from Steve lifted with your arms, showing off your upper thighs.

"In a minute," Natasha said, gripping your waist and dragging you down onto her lap.

"Nat!" You gasped in surprise. "Give a girl a little warning."

"I like to surprise you," Natasha said, pulling you closer and pressing her face into your chest. "You're so warm."

"Tash!" You whined, body flushing as she snuggled into your chest. "Let me up, please, honey."

"I don't think so. I think I'll keep you." Natasha said, nibbling your neck. “I do love seeing this color on you.” She smirked as you turned bright red.

"Steve help me." You begged, half turning towards him.

"Just try it, Rogers," Natasha dared the blonde, standing with you still in her arms. "She's mine."

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Bucky commented, standing next to Steve. "Does that sound like a challenge to you, Stevie?"

"Yes, it does." Steve nodded. "One chance to give this up Nat. Surrender Y/N and we can end this peacefully."

"Never." Natasha denied his request. Before you could fully comprehend exactly what was happening, Natasha tightened her grip on you and began to run you through your apartment.

You were laughing as Natasha skillfully dodged both Steve and Bucky. The two men were chasing the two of you through the relatively small apartment without letting up.

"You're surrounded now, Tash," Steve said as he and Bucky backed the two of you into the corner of the kitchen.

"Give us Y/N," Bucky demanded as he and Steve advanced.

"Once again, never." She denied him. In a flurry of movements, you soon found yourself out of Natasha's arms and in Steve's.

"Victory is mine!" Steve declared, holding you close as you laughed.

"Victory is ours." Bucky corrected him, clutching Natasha close to his own chest.

"Thank you for the rescue, Stevie." You smiled, pressing your lips to his.

"Anytime sweetheart," Steve responded.

"I say we take this to the bedroom, Steve," Bucky suggested. "We can celebrate our victory and consolidate Tasha's crushing defeat."

"Fuck you, Barnes." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Though I have to say, I do like the way you celebrate."

"So do I." Steve chuckled, carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom. "What do you say, sweetheart? You want to celebrate?"

"Always." You smiled, jumping out of his arms. "Race you to the bedroom." You said before taking off, leaving your partners laughing behind you.

"You look like a kicked puppy." Peter laughed. "A kicked puppy in clothing that's too big for you."

"Don't make me send you back to May." You threatened him half-heartedly. "You love me." Peter teased as you poured yourself another glass of coffee.

Natasha, Steve, and Bucky had been out on a mission for almost two months now. You weren't allowed any contact with the three during this time, you weren't even allowed to know if they were alive or dead.

Peter had talked to May and he was staying with you for a little while they were on their mission. He'd made it his own personal mission to ensure you were taking care of yourself and not just worrying about your partners.

"Yes, I do." You said, pouring him a glass of orange juice. "You know you can go to sleep, Pete. It's three in the morning." You pointed out, handing him the glass.

"I've got school work anyway." He shrugged, gesturing to his computer.

"Whatcha working on?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"Spanish. I got a quiz tomorrow." He told you.

"I'd offer to help you, but I took French." You said, sipping your coffee.

"I should've taken French, I could've cheated off you then." Peter groaned.

"Tricher c'est mal." You smirked. "I'm gonna head to bed. Don't stay up too late." You said, pressing a kiss to his forehead."

"I won't." He promised. "Love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Petey." You responded before walking back to your bedroom.

Contrary to what you told Peter, you weren't planning on going to sleep. You just couldn't let Peter see you right now.

You were so worried about Steve, Nat, and Bucky. They could be dead right now. You just needed a minute, needed a minute to breathe, and to control your thoughts.

It was Bucky, Steve, and Natasha. They were the best at their jobs, no-one could take them out.

Shaking your head, you turned on the T.V. and crawled into bed. It was a show Bucky was making the three of you watch, though none of you really cared for the show. You just enjoyed Bucky's reactions to the show.

You could hear Peter moving through the apartment as you began to drift off. You just needed to sleep. That's all you needed.

You were half asleep when you heard the bedroom door open.

"What's wrong, Pete?" You asked without opening your eyes. The bed dipped as someone sat next to you. It was only when the bed dipped in two other places, your eyes snapped open.

"Not Peter, doll," Steve smiled before you lunged forward. Your arms wound themselves around his neck as he pulled you taut to his body.

"You're back." You cried. "You're okay."

"We're back, med," Natasha confirmed from behind you. Pulling yourself off Steve's chest, you turned and saw both your other partners sitting there. Perfectly okay.

Quickly you threw yourself into Natasha's arms and then Bucky's. After being in Bucky's arms for a minute you pulled back and began to run your hands over his body.

"Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Is anything broken?" You checked with him as your hands roamed his body.

Bucky chuckled before grabbing your hands in his.

"If you wanted to feel me up, you just had to ask, doll." He said, kissing your knuckles as you turned red. "We're fine. No injuries, no nothing. We're all fine." He promised.

Nodding you pressed your lips to his gently.

"All three of you, shower and get changed. I'll get you something to eat." You said, standing from the bed.

"Yes ma'am." Natasha teased, quickly pulling you down for a kiss.

"Shower." You said after you both pulled apart. Before they moved into the bathroom you kissed Steve as well and moved into the kitchen.

You made the three a large plate of food and went to take it back to the bedroom. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter asleep on the couch. You laid the younger boy down properly and placed a blanket over him.

When you entered the bedroom, you could still hear the shower running. Despite the relatively small apartment, you were very lucky to have a large shower. You placed the plate of food on the bedside before stripping yourself of Steve’s shirt and Bucky’s boxers.

“Room for one more?” You asked, entering the bathroom.

“Always, doll.” Bucky said, pulling you into the shower. Without a word, you lathered up the sponge and gently washed the three of them down. Despite the fact they weren’t injured, they allowed you to help them.

It was your way of helping them. It was your way of knowing they were okay.

After the shower was finished the four of you moved back into the bedroom. You pulled back on your clothes from before as the others put their own on as they ate.

It was not long before the four of you were a mess of tangled limbs and fast asleep. And it was the first sleep in weeks where any of you felt safe.

While Steve, Bucky and Natasha may save the world from danger on a near weekly basis, they all agreed you saved them daily. You were there for them. You were their flustered, civilian, girl.

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secrettastemakerland · 3 years

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✨Naruhina meets the Love Square Au✨

I've had this idea in my head (and drafts) for ages! And it's time it got out!

Tagging: @flashflashitsash @johnnycatalina for wanting more of this AU! And @chloelapomme who's want of Kurama interacting with the kwamis gave me an idea for the next one! which I swear I'll write! 😭😭😭 Eventually.

Adrien needs pick up lines to use on Ladybug and asks the "smoothest" person he knows . After all, he makes his girlfriend turned fiancee blush like it's nothing! Naruto is flattered, flustered, confused, and eventually determined. And Adrien? He's already planning the wedding.

"I need your help!" a blond burst through the door and revealed a frazzled Adrien Agreste and a more tired than usual looking Plagg.

Naruto Uzumaki looked up from his fourteenth bowl of ramen of the day and raised an eyebrow at his fellow blond. Ever since the two had met, they had become the best of friends, Adrien even earning himself a copy of keys to his absolutely crappy apartment building. (The highest of honors from someone poor.) And they trusted each other enough for the young Agreste to share his secret identity and secret life with him.

"What's up?" he asked after slurping up any remaining noodles in his bowl, ignoring the floating black blob of a kwami that lazily said to ignore his miraculous holder.

"I need pick-up lines." the younger boy responded with the most serious look on his face as Plagg settled in his favorite spot in Naruto's apartment - the windowsill in the kitchen with plants and tons of sun. One day he hoped to add some cat nap to his small garden to see how the cat like creation would react. Though the prank sounded a little mean and he had no clue how the little God of destruction would react, he had a reputation as the Village Prankster to uphold.

Naruto's thoughts quickly trailed back from his future prank to Adrien's request when he fully comprehended what his friend was truly asking. Pick-up lines? From him? The dead last who's childhood crush would reward with a bruise just by looking in her direction? After an unconscious rub to the top of his blond locks, Naruto couldn't help but feel somewhat flattered that his friend thought he was smooth enough to have pick-up lines on hand, not that he did, but still.

The shinobi's head moved from left to right as he followed Adrien's movement as he paced back and forth in front of the kitchen table.

"I've tried every line I know! Even puns! How Ladybug doesn't love me after telling her my purr-illiant puns I will never know. " the green eyed teen waved his hands for emphasis.

Naruto grinned his signature grin and chuckled lightly at the cat pun. "You're telling me that the legendary Chat Noir puns™ aren't working, dattebayo?"

When they had first met, the Uzumaki was shocked at Adrien's love (and ability to transform anything into) for puns. While he wouldn't put himself at the Adrien Agreste level of loving puns, he did enjoy hearing some of the out of the box puns the young boy would spit out. This came as quite as a surprise to Hinata and caused Marinette to gain some weird kind of twitch.

"See! You get it! The only advice Plagg was to "stop worrying and pass me more camembert" the not so secret superhero did his best to impersonate his kwami and rolled his eyes. "Soooo... about those pick-up lines?"

"That was pretty good, dattebayo. And I would love to help you, Adrien." Adrien's bright eyes dimmed at the feel of the upcoming "but" and Naruto felt himself cringe. "But I don't have any pick-up lines. And if I did, I probably wouldn't be single."

"But what about Hinata? Aren't you two dating?" Adrien's head tilted and Naruto was reminded of a innocent kitten.

Blue eyes widened. "Dating? H-hinata?" Even though he and Hinata had gotten closer, especially after meeting Marinette and Adrien and learning and keeping multiple secrets from said people. And even though Hinata had gotten stronger, prettier, and cooler than the last time he had seen her did not mean that he wanted to date her (and even if he did which he didn't, she wouldn't want to date him) did not mean that they were dating.

Adrien nodded his head until he recalled something Marinette warned him not to do. "I know that you guys are keeping it a secret but I promise we haven't told anyone!" he used his hands to create an "X" for emphasis in an anime like fashion.

Naruto blinked back in shock. Not only did one person (wrongfully) think that he and Hinata were dating but two? If word got out about this what would Hinata say? And he could only imagine what the Hyuga would do to him. He shuddered at the mental image of Neji his mind came up with. "We?" he repeated

A nod came from the young Agreste as took a seat at the table, more or less evening their eye contact. "Marinette knows too, of course. She's the one who told me about your relationship - I was totally clueless." he scratched the back of his neck, a habit the two friends shared.

Naruto smiled at his sentence which was more or less a self quip. As much as the ninja loved being friends with him, the boy was extremely oblivious. And Marinette being the other person to he and Hinata were 'dating' was perfect!

He and the designer girl were siblings in video game arms, though she was the more advanced out of the two (something he was still slightly upset about). She was also someone that he trusted with his life and not just because she was the other half of Paris' crime fighting duo but because of her great left and right hook. She might have been small but boy was the girl tough.

After he gave into Hinata's puppy dog eyes and the two promised that their miraculous holders' identities were safe in exchange for a chance to use the other miraculous, Marinette said that she trusted him enough to share her secret. Which meant the two older teens could have another spin with the magical jewels. (While Hinata looked amazing in both costumes, he preferred the jet pack like wings he gained with his Narubug? Narubug outfit.)

Before Naruto could fully shut down Adrien's dating theory, the boy said something that the Hokage wannabe will never forget.

"You might want to dial down on the flirting if you don't want anyone else to know. You're the one that made it obvious, especially after last week." Adrien said giving his advice before he brighten with an idea. "Hey, could we be apart of the wedding party?! Plagg could even the ring bear! Or even better: the ring cat! What do you think, Plagg?" he turned his head excitedly in the cat god's direction.

"Don't drag me into this kid." the kwami said from his place between a blue iris and yellow chrysanthemum in the windowsill and Adrien pouted in response.

Naruto's head spun as more and more information filled inside. First Adrien thought he and Hinata were dating, which they weren't, unfortunately, and now he's talking about a wedding?? What the hell happened last week?!

The Parisian continued to blab excitedly, not aware of his friend's confusion and turmoil. "After Hinata fainted, I was sure that Marinette was gonna faint too. She was choking on her croissant for a while after your proposal. And it really did come out of nowhere. But it was so smooth! Naruto, you know I'll still be your friend even if you're keeping pick-up lines from me, right?" he paused for a second as the ninja nodded, still baffled by the conversation.

His week was filled back to back with missions and the last time he had seen Marinette was... at last week's picnic. He thought back to last week when the six (including the hidden kwamis!) had a group picnic where he had complemented Hinata's cooking and she had fainted. Nothing too out of the ordinary there. But you would think he'd remember proposing to someone he had known all his life. All he had said to her was - His heart momentarily stopped. That she would make a wonderful wife. He told her that she'd make a wonderful wife and thus (unknowingly and not really) proposed to Hinata. But he had been saying that since they were kids! Which meant. That he had been proposing this whole time. And that they had been engaged this whole time. And nobody told him.

A light blush grew on his cheeks at the thought of being engaged (and in the future married) to Hinata. He wasn't lying when he had (repeatedly) said that she'd make a wonderful wife but the thought of her being his wife brought up a new feeling all together! Though he couldn't put a name to it, it made him feel all fluttery on the inside.

While he wasn't exactly sure if the fainting was a good thing or a bad thing he knew that if they were gonna be engaged, he might as well propose properly!

"And there will be ramen, of course. But Plagg's gonna want camembert so do you think you could slip that on the menu?" While Naruto was busy thinking through the whole proposal thing, Adrien was busy mentally planning the wedding.

Naruto suddenly stood up causing Adrien to look up at him confused. "We need to go." he stated with a serious look on his face.

Adrien stood up quickly, worried there was a threat. "Where are we going?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

With a smirk attached to his face, Naruto put on his bright orange jacket. "You know anything about ring sizes?"

Green eyes widened. "YOU DIDN'T BUY HER A RING?!? I thought you had given it to her when you were alone! Let's go. Plagg, we'll be back." he suddenly rushed towards the door, knowing nothing about ring sizes.

As the two blonds ran out the door to the nearest jewelry store, Plagg sighed. "This is why I prefer cheese. Girls are WAY too complicated." the cat like being of destruction snuggled back in his place, hoping Adrien would bring back some cheese along with the engagement ring.

The end!! Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed!! 😁😁 maybe one day I'll share my sorta but not really companion like piece for the girls!

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ryanmeft · 3 years

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Movie Review: Black Widow

The MCU will never be able to run with the true titans of popular cinema---it is simply too interested in being a billboard for merchandise and setting up the next movie. If it were going to decide to go for something more personal, though, Black Widow is almost kinda what that might look like. Buried, sometimes deeply, amid the acrobatic stunts, exploding enemy bases and super-powered fisticuffs is a real story about two real, broken girls.

The movie is set after Civil War, but in a great act of mercy towards non-obsessive viewers, the links to the larger Avengersverse are minimal. As we open, Natasha (Scarlett Johansson) has divested of her Black Widow identity and escapes from the clutches of General Ross (William Hurt), who you may remember from it really doesn’t matter. Laying low to stay off the government’s radar, she is eventually contacted covertly by her previously-unmentioned sister Yelena (Florence Pugh). Yelena has been released from the mind control she was subjected to by their handler, the shadowy Dreykov (Ray Winstone), who Natasha believed dead at her hand. During her release, she acquired the means to un-brainwash the other “widows” Dreykov is controlling, all of whom he kidnapped and raised as assassins from childhood.

Since Natasha has global connections and has evidenced an ability to find anything anywhere, it seems like the search for Dreykov should be relatively quick, but there’s one problem: the movie needs to be at least two hours long. To that end, Natasha and Yelena track down the Soviet sleeper agents (Rachel Weisz and David Harbour) who raised them as part of a cover identity, and the “family” sets off together.

One thing you sense at various points of the movie is that director Cate Shortland is spiritually yanked out of the director’s chair and replaced with compliant studio drones. Let me elaborate: when Natasha initially goes on the run, she retreats to a trailer in the middle of nowhere, her needs supplied by a convenient smuggler friend (O-T Fagbenie). In another scene, Johannson and Pugh have a chat at a crappy picnic table outside a dirty diner, discussing their respective pasts and lives. Eric Pearson’s screenplay is clearly steering the events here, and these scenes ring so true they could have developed into an entirely different kind of film, one where former assassins try to move on with their lives in an ordinary world where they’ll always be hunted just for doing what they were told. So tantalizing are these glimpses of other realities that I allowed myself to believe in them, though I knew the superheroics must eventually come.

Come they do, and at these points Shortland and Pearson are essentially told to take a seat while Disney’s bean-counters turn the film over to editing rooms and focus groups. Witness a scene in which the sisters must break their “dad”, who is a super-powered goofball named the Red Guardian, out of prison. We begin with a scene of psychological dominance among prisoners that is shot like a real movie, with such shocking things as camera angles and a focus on facial expressions. The escape itself is, as a friend put it, some Fast and the Furious type stuff, in which all subtlety and craft is pitched in the can and Johansson, Pugh and Harbour escape while dangling from a rope out of an erratically controlled helicopter literally seconds ahead of an avalanche. Presumably the other few hundred people in the prison didn’t make it, but what’s a little mass murder when you’re the hero?.

The most noticeable divide between artist and machine, though, comes in the third act, which is split into two distinct parts. The inevitable boom-bang finish is ripped almost beat-for-beat from Captain America: The Winter Soldier, to the degree that whatever comments I had about that could be applied here with only the names edited. Prior to a big multi-character fight amid a literal crumbling air base, though, there is a verbal match of wits between Natasha and Dreykov, a character we have not seen until now except in one brief flashback. The result is that Winstone has to carry off his entire personality in this one scene, since he won’t have any time during the running and yelling that comes later. What we get is he and Natasha circling each other like wolves, each trying to verbally deduce the other’s plans, intentions and capabilities, talk their opponent into a mistake, and otherwise gain the upper hand. I was reminded of Doctor Strange’s vastly underrated finale, and of how good a final confrontation between two electric personalities can be when it isn’t catering to seconds-long attention spans.

Then people start flip-kicking each other and everything starts blowing up real good and I was forcibly reminded of what kind of movie I was watching. For those precious scenes, though, the ones where the creators are allowed to create and the phenomenal cast is allowed to actually sink their teeth into the dialogue and the body language, I felt something of the stirrings I got when superhero movies were fresh and studios were still trying. It was enough, sometimes barely, to sneak past my defenses.

Verdict: Recommended

Note: I don’t use stars, but here are my possible verdicts.

Must-See

Highly Recommended

Recommended

Average

Not Recommended

Avoid like the Plague

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janaikam · 4 years

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Here is yet another commission from @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights for @mlbforblm. She requested a luxy/djwifi double date, so I hope I did this justice.

I still have slots open, so if you want to request a fic from me feel free to check out my slots. Or if you want to check out the other contributors.

Summary: About two months into dating, XY decides that it's time for him to meet some of Luka's friends. Now all Luka has to do is find someone who won't instantly kill XY on sight.

“Hey, Jules!” XY greeted as he walked on board the Liberty.

It was funny to XY how every time he came over to visit Luka that Juleka was outside doing something on the deck, yet she was still ghostly pale. Maybe she was a ghost. ORRRRR...she was a half-ghost like that kid on T.V. That’d be wicked cool if she was.

Today, Juleka was sitting on one of the benches, strumming some song XY didn’t recognize. She glanced up at XY’s greeting and frowned as if she didn’t recognize him. Which was kinda crazy, he was a celebrity after all. Everyone knew who he was. Plus he was dating her brother.

Shaking off the weird look, XY continued attempting conversation.“I’m just gonna hang out with Lu for a bit, so I won’t be bothering that purplicious hair of yours.”

Juleka stared blankly back at him for a moment before turning back to her guitar and picking up her melody again.

“Nice talking with ya!”

Walking downstairs, XY replayed the conversation with Juleka in his head.

“I think your sister likes me,” he declared once he got downstairs, flopping onto one of the bar stools.

Luka was sitting on the large blue couch that encompassed their living room. He had his electric blue guitar, the one that reminded XY of Luka’s eyes, in his lap with a sheet of paper in front of him.

At XY’s declaration, Luka raised his eyebrows and turned to look at him.

“What makes you think that?”

“She didn’t call me one of those weird names like snobby imbecilic brat. I know you said it’s an insult but are you sure? Sounds like a pretty dope stage name.”

XY got up and moved to sit by Luka on the couch. Luka moved the papers and guitar out of the way so they could snuggle up against each other. This was definitely XY’s favorite part of coming over.

“I’m positive that it’s an insult. But I’m glad Juleka is being nicer. Wouldn’t want my sister hating my boyfriend.” Luka leaned over and gave XY a peck on his cheek.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want your sister hating me. Especially since you have no friends,” XY commented.

XY attempted to snuggle in closer to Luka, but Luka pushed himself away unexpectedly.

“I have friends!” Luka exclaimed, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Yeah, sure, love,” XY said, absentmindedly. Luka’s pouting was super distracting, like how did anyone be that adorable.

Gosh, he just wanted to kiss Luka now. Maybe he could sneak a little kiss in.

As XY leaned in to try and steal a kiss, Luka stood up and started pacing, causing him to fall onto the couch.

Man, who knew his comment would throw off Luka’s whole groove? It’s not like the whole friends thing was a shock to him, right? He had to have known.

Luka kept muttering to himself, so XY just stood there watching him. Pace back and forth. Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad ‘cause he had a perfect view of Luka’s backside. And it wasn’t a bad view. Man, he loved his boyfriend.

After about five more minutes of pacing, Luka stopped and turned towards XY. “Why do you think I have no friends?”

XY shrugged, leaning into the couch. “I mean we’ve been dating about two months now and I have yet to meet any of them. So I just figured you had none. Being friendless isn’t a bad thing. I don’t have any other friends besides you and look at how swagadocious I turned out!”

“Yeah...totally swagadocious…” Luka sat back down on the couch, a thoughtful look on his face. “XY, I have friends. It’s just most of them would…”

“Ask for me to sign their foreheads once they realized who I am!?”

“They’d rather beat you with a butter sock,” Luka deadpanned.

“Ouch, that sounds like it would hurt.”

“It would, trust me.”

XY frowned. If Luka’s friends really hated him that much, then that means they wouldn’t support their relationship. Then Luka would break up with XY ‘cause bros before boos, and then XY would be all alone. He really hated being alone now that he had Luka.

“Hey, hey, it’s not that bad. They don’t know you like I do,” Luka reassured, patting him on the back.

“So you’re saying that if your friends got to know me they wouldn’t want to hit me with a sock of butter?” He asked, getting excited. It would be a win-win. XY got to meet Luka’s friends and Luka’s friends got to know the real XY. GASPPPPP...he wouldn’t be alone anymore!!

“When can I meet them?”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea…” Luka trailed off, looking anywhere but at XY.

“C’mon, Lu, pleeeeaaassseeeee.” XY pouted and gave Luka his best puppy dog eyes.

Luka sighed, knowing he could never resist XY’s irresistible charms. “Okay, fine. I’ll try and see which of my friends won’t immediately jump you on the spot.”

XY pumped his fist in the air. “YES!”

XXX

XY glanced up at the dinky apartment building.

The building looked as if it was made of different colored bricks and someone attempted to paint over them to make it all the same gross maroon color. Most of the windows on the front side of the building were so dirty that the need of blinds wasn’t even necessary.

XY tightened his hood even further. This was really the last place he needed to be seen right now. Those news reporters could easily twist the story to make it seem like XY was broke. Which wouldn’t be too hard for people to believe because of his lush lifestyle and lack of new music.

XY sighed. One of Luka’s friends was in there, and XY was determined to get to know him. Ignoring the strange feeling in his stomach (he should probably get that checked out), XY walked into the building.

Immediately, XY gagged at the stench in the lobby. He couldn’t quite place it, but it smelled almost like vomit mixed with perfume. It was as if someone tried to Febreeze the vomit smell away, but the two smells mixed together to make one gross stench.

Trying to escape the smell, XY ran over to the elevator and pressed the up button multiple times, but nothing happened. No lighting of the button. No ding to signal the elevator was there. Nothing.

“Hey! What gives?” XY shouted.

“Hey, dude!” A deep voice cuts through the silence in the lobby. For the first time since he entered the building, XY realized he wasn’t alone. There was a heavy-set, poorly shaven man sitting behind a counter, a frown set on his non-groovy face. “Elevators broken! Can’t you read?”

The man pointed at a sign right in front of XY’s face, which in fact read that the elevator was broken.

“But the person I’m visiting lives on the top floor! You really want me to climb up five sets of stairs?” XY marched over to the counter.

“I really don’t care what you do,” the man responded, licking his finger and turning the page on some book he was reading.

“But isn’t it your job to-”

“Look, kid. It’s not my job to do anything but sit here and make sure the place doesn’t get robbed. Fixing the elevator, not my problem. So either you can walk up the dang stairs or leave. Got it?”

“Fine…” XY groaned. If it wasn’t for Luka, he would’ve left and come back another time. But he was determined to leave a good impression on Luka’s friends even if it killed him.

XXX

Man, these stairs were gonna kill him.

He was on the fourth flight of stairs, and his lungs were killing him. Why did this dude have to live so high up?

Deciding to take a breather, XY sat down on one of the steps and closed his eyes for a second.

“Uh, are you okay?”

XY opened his eyes to see a dark-skinned girl in front of him with a concerned look on her face. Her wavy brown hair had reddish-orange tips that really complimented her skin tone. Her light brown eyes were hidden beneath thick black frames.

“Ye-yeah, I’m good,” XY scrambled to stand up, embarrassed he had been caught resting on the stairwell. “Just needed to rest ‘cause these stairs are terrible.”

The girl nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. The elevators’ been broken for months now and I hate walking up the four flights of stairs just to visit my boyfriend.”

“Gosh that would suck if I had to visit my boyfriend and do eggs er size,” XY commented. Man how he hated eggs er size.

The girl eyed him for a moment, and XY worried she would see through his amazing disguise of sunglasses and Luka’s hoodie. “You sure you’re okay?”

XY let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I’m amazing. Just one more set of stairs. I’ll be good!”

“All right, have a good day then!”

“Thanks!”

XXX

“Finally! I made it!” XY exclaimed as he knocked on the door to apartment 502. He noticed that there were only two other apartments on this floor, which he found odd for this kind of apartment building. Even the floor was a soft red carpet with no trace of dirt anywhere.

“Hey XY! You made it!” Nino greeted as soon as he opened the door. “Come in! Come in!”

Nino pulled XY into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

“Woah!”

The apartment was unlike anything XY expected.

The kitchen, which was right by the entrance, was filled with stainless steel top of the line products. The counters looked as if there was real marble on it and paired with the black cabinets made the kitchen pop. There was an island separating the kitchen from the living room, and from there XY could see at least three different gaming stations and maybe 50 games stacked next to them. Above the gaming stations, there was a large flat screen T.V.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. This building has a lot of really nice apartments, but that’s where all of the money goes, so everything else looks really crappy,” Nino explained.

XY didn’t respond, still in shock over how nice the apartment was.

“So Luka tells me you’ve turned over a new leaf? That’s exciting. I remember I used to like your original stuff.”

“Yeah, I did too, but Dad said it wasn’t selling enough so we went a different route,” XY shrugged. “The music business is tough.”

“Tell me about it. Everyone thinks that just cause I’m a DJ that I don’t do any original work. But that’s not true. Every song I remix, I have to perfectly curate what beat goes with which song and still make sure everything flows together.”

“That’s awesome! I wish I had half the creative juices you did.” XY frowned, thinking about why he hadn’t released a new song in months. The rhythm just seemed to escape him every time he sat down and tried to write something.

“I’m sure you have loads of talent. I mean look at your first album. In my opinion, your best album. There’s loads of good stuff in there dude,” Nino reassured.

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Now let’s destress. I wanna introduce you to my favorite game, Banana Battles.”

“Omg, I love that game!”

XXX

“And then his mom came home and made this delicious Maraca meal. I think it was coo-coos?”

“Couscous,” Luka corrected on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, that! It was sooo good! You have to try it sometime!” XY was drooling just thinking about it.

“Sounds like you had a good day.” XY could just imagine the smile on his boyfriend’s face.

“Yeah, Nino is a really vibing dude. He mentioned that his girlfriend’s super cash money, and we set up a double date. Man, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Wait, XY. Did you set up a double date with you, Nino, and his girlfriend?” Luka questioned.

“Yup!”

“...aren’t you forgetting something for a double date?”

XY frowned, trying to think of what he might’ve forgotten. “Uhh, an outfit?”

“Your date!”

“But I already have a date. You,” XY explained, confused.

“XY, you never asked me to go on the date.”

“Oh, I forgot…”

Luka just laughed on the other side of the phone, clearly amused by the situation.

XXX

“I still can’t believe you forgot to tell me about this double date.” Luka laughed again as they entered the elevator.

They were having their double date at Nino’s girlfriend’s place, and XY was so grateful that her elevator was working.

“I said I was sorry! Plus I got you chocolates as an apology!” XY pouted.

“You didn’t have to, I was just messing a bit,” Luka smiled that stunning smile of his.

The elevator dinged, signaling they had reached the fifth floor. Unlike Nino’s apartment building, this one had a good number of apartments on the top floor, which meant it took some time for them to find the right apartment.

Almost immediately after they knocked on the door, the girl from the stairwell opened the door.

“Hey! You’re the dude from the stairwell!” she exclaimed, immediately recognizing him.

“Gal from the stairwell!”

The girl motioned for them to come inside, and XY followed after Luka.

“I can’t believe you were the guy resting in the stairwell. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you sooner!”

“Well, I do have only the best of disguises.”

“If by best disguises, you mean you just stealing my hoodies then sure,” Luka deadpanned.

“But they’re so comfortable!” XY complained.

Nino walked up behind Alya and whispered something in her ear. Alya nodded in agreement, staring at both Luka and XY.

“So my mom and I made some dinner for us to eat and we have the apartment to ourselves! Let’s have some fun!”

XXX

“But like imagine an outfit made completely of markers. It’s perfect for when you go out and get the kiddie menu and they only have those boring four crayons. Just take one of those markers and boom you got an additional color,” XY explained to Alya. He wasn’t really sure how the conversation got here, but it didn’t matter because he was enjoying himself so much. “It would be perfect for you as a journalist. Like your pen could just be a part of your jacket, and bam it’s always there when you need to write a quote!”

“That’s...not a bad idea. I should get Marinette to try and design one for me.” Alya took another bite of her pasta.

“Seriously, how do you come up with these ideas?” Luka asked.

“It just comes to me in fever dreams. Not like I can ignore 'em.” XY shrugs, shoveling a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. Man, this was amazing.

“That’s how the best of songs come to me,” Nino said.

“See! It’s not just me!” XY accidentally hit the table too hard, causing his yummy pasta to fall onto his clean white shirt. “Dang it! I was gonna eat that!”

Luka sighed. “Where’s your bathroom?”

Alya pointed at a nearby door, a slightly confused look on her face.

“We’ll just be a few minutes. This happens all the time,” Luka reassured, pulling XY with him towards the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m a messy eater,” XY told them, as they entered the bathroom together.

Once the door was closed, Luka turned on the faucet.

“Alright, come here ya big dummy,” Luka said, reaching for XY’s shirt. He had already taken off his jacket before dinner so it was easy for him to get the shirt off. Luka tossed the shirt into the sink. “Okay-”

XY cut Luka off by smushing his lips onto his. Luka returned the kiss, pushing XY up against the wall. Gosh, he loved when this happened.

XY vaguely heard a thump from somewhere outside the bathroom but chose to ignore it in favor of kissing Luka. Unfortunately, Luka didn’t have the same idea and pulled away.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, let’s go back to kissing,” XY whined, pulling Luka back to him.

“Mm, XY, wait, mmm, it could be an akuma,” Luka got out as XY peppered kisses on his lips.

“Even more reason to stay here.”

“XY, we should really che-”

A feminine voice that was most definitely not Alya’s interrupted whatever Luka was saying.

“-need both of you guys to help with Hawkmoth’s latest akuma. It’s a really tough one and I still need to get the other heroes. I trust that you guys can catch up and help Chat with this one. I’ll see ya there! Bug out!”

XY stared wide-eyed at Luka.

“Was that Ladybug?” XY asked. Luka only responded by blinking at him blankly.

Taking Luka’s silence as a ‘yes’, XY quickly opened the bathroom door. “XY, wait!”

The two floating kwamis in front of the couple confirmed what XY had just heard. “Oh my goodness! You guys are superheroes just like Lu!”

Luka facepalmed. “You’re not supposed to tell people, XY.”

“Woah, wait a second. Luka’s a hero?” Alya said as if that was the most surprising thing.

Luka nodded. “Viperion.”

“Th-that makes so much sense.”

“Are all your friends heroes Lu?” XY asked, turning to Luka with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Maybe, I don’t really know cause we don’t know each other’s identities,” Luka scratched his head. “I mean Ladybug knows all our identities, but other than that we don’t know each other.”

“Woah, so you could be fighting alongside your friends and don’t even know?” Luka nodded, “Crazy.”

“Wait, I have a question,” Nino said, staring oddly at XY and Luka. “Why are you shirtless?”

“Oh, uh, the bathroom was stuffy!” XY exclaimed, hoping that was a good enough excuse.

“Hey, shouldn’t you two get going. Ladybug really needs you. After all, Paris needs its heroes and you’re one of them. We’ll take a raincheck, try again some other day,” Luka said, pushing Alya and Nino towards the balcony.

“But-” Alya tried to protest.

“Don’t worry about the mess. We’ll clean everything up! Go save Paris!” Luka closed the patio door before either could protest further.

“Okay, XY, put your shirt on, we gotta clean this fast,” Luka said quickly running back into the kitchen.

“But, I wanna keep it off and show off my sexy abs.” XY shook his hips a little.

“XY!”

“Alright, alright, but next time you ask me to take my shirt off I’ll remember this!”

#3 superheroes and an xy #janai writes #mlbforblm #luka #xy #nino #alya #luxy #djwifi #my writing #my fic

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nxrthmizu · 5 years

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Three: In Which Damian Falls Off A Building

/Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//Part Nine//Part Ten//Part Eleven/

Description: FLUFF MORE FLUFF FLUFF ALL THE WAY LIKE IT’S CHRISTMAS (OOh maybe I’ll do a special Christmas chapter on Christmas week of DAMINETTE CHRISTMAS FLUFF YEA SOMEONE NEEDS TO DO THAT) also Damian falls off a building.

Warnings: A little curses I guess, same as before

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Robin didn’t know where he was going but the final destination was totally not intended to be Dupain-Cheng’s balcony. He got... Lost. Admitting he was lost was better than to admit that he’d somehow strayed onto a girl’s balcony.

“R- Um, who are you?” He nearly screeched, and the Robin does not screech. But when he turned around, he came face to face with the same black-clad girl who he’d fought with (As Lordbug) when the first akuma came around.

“I’m Robin.” He had to remind himself not to tell her off for remembering his name. Afterall, it was her first time meeting him as Robin.

“Oh. Hi, Robin, I’m Kitty Noir.” She smiled, and Damian couldn’t help but feel that the words were a little familiar. “So, you’re a superhero?”

“Yeah.” Damian scoffed. Wasn’t it obvious?

“Then...” She blushed, as if embarassed. “Could you teach me the ropes? I was only recently, um, pushed into this... Superhero business. Could you... Teach me?”

Apparently, little angel wasn’t the only person Damian couldn’t say no to.

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“Be careful.” He warned as she prepared to leap off a building. Probably not what you encourage people to do, but hey. That was Damian. And he was teaching his... Superhero... Partner? Friend? Neighbor? how to successfully tap into her instincts. And if it wasn’t successful... Well, he hadn’t thought that far. Yet. He would think of it when the time came. If the time came.

She nodded, taking a deep breath. Damian felt his chest constrict, as if he was worried. Scoffing to himself, he shook his head to clear out his mind. Why was he worried, anyway? She was the one who wanted to try it. He wasn’t responsible.

“Here I go.” She breathed, extending her baton before she leaped off. Damian sucked in a breath. Was she alright-

“Woo!” She swung right back up, triumphant. Landing a little clumsily on the next building, she sent Damian a bright grin. “I did it! Did you see?”

Rolling his eyes and letting go of a breath he was for some reason holding, he nodded. “Yeah, I saw it. It wasn’t bad for a beginner like you.” He had intended the remark to be cutting, but the girl only beamed at him.

“Thanks so much, Robin.”

And for some reason, Tikki was giggling again. It was honestly annoying to have a tiny spotted fairy constantly giggling at your ear. What was she giggling about this time?

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“That was great!” He was breathless. This girl that probably just started superhero work- Was amazing. She had managed to achieve everything he’d shown her so far.

Kitty Noir blushed, feeling her cheeks flush on the autumn air. “Thanks to you, birdy.”

He frowned at the nickname, but if he liked it, he didn’t show it. As they were heading back (To no apparent destination) Kitty Noir- Marinette- Couldn’t help but stare, because damn. That was one fine ass.

Robin stopped abrubtly, but not before he was knocked off balance by the girl who failed to stop behind him. This ended up with him on the rooftop, pinned down.

It was really awkward, and he could hear Tikki giggling again.

“Um, I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you stop, I um, sorry so I- No wait! I’m sorry so- I’m so- So I’m- I’m sORRY!” She didn’t see him stop- She was really too busy staring at his ass. It was one fine ass.

“Uh. It’s fine. Can you get up, please?” His voice was constricted and awkward and he couldn’t wait to get home. She nodded clumsily, getting off him- Before slipping.

“Kitty!” He called out, watching her squeal as she desperately tried to find something to cling onto before nearing the edge of the rooftop, onto a five-floor-drop. His blood ran cold.

Shooting off the grappling hook, he jumped, catching her by her waist right before she fell over the edge. “I’ve got you.” He told her, his breath panting. He looked around, trying to find a way so that they could land properly, but his left hand was already starting to ache by supporting her, and his right was holding onto his grappling hook. There was no way he’d be able to get a safe landing for the both of them.

He unlatched the grappling hook, holding her to his chest as they plummeted towards the ground. Flipping her upwards so he’d absorb the impact, he groaned, making contact to the ground. Yep, at least two broken ribs and a dislocated arm. At least he was still alive. That was a bright side.

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“I uh... Fell off the... Stairs?” Explaining himself to little angel was a little difficult. Marinette looked at him with extreme worry. Well, he wasn’t that good of a sight. Apparently, he’d bruised half of his face when he fell, too.

“R-Right. I know you’re lying, you know.” She crossed her arms. Of course she knew what really happened to Robin. She was the one that caused him such injuries. After they got up, he’d checked that she was fine- (Even when he was the one that took the fall!) and said that he’d go find his... Friend, Marinette. Kitty Noir had panicked, of course, and made up a crappy excuse to rush home. Robin, who was probably too injured to protest, watched her go before he shot off his grappling hook, getting to little angel’s place. “Sit down, I’ll get you some hot chocolate and some bandages.”

Robin nodded thankfully. He wasn’t sure how Fu would’ve dealt with him getting home with broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder- And he was quite sure he didn’t want to find out, as he suspected that the man was still angry at him.

“Damian!” Tikki immediately fussed over him the moment Marinette was out of hearing. “Oh god, you’re so injured!” She squealed. Robin hissed at her.

“Don’t use my name. Not here.” He told her sternly, but it seemed as if the Kwami had gotten completely used to him using harsh tones on her, and only proceeded to worry over him.

“Let me help.” Tikki murmured, using her tiny flap-like hands to create a small glowing ball, pressing it into Damian’s chest. Immediately, he felt his ribs piece themselves back together, and his back’s soreness- Well, it got slightly better.

When they heard Marinette coming up the stairs, though, Tikki quickly hid back inside his hood.

“I got you some chocolate.” She smiled, handing him the cup. “It’s hot though, so be careful.” She begin to set down some of the other things she had brought- Bandages, disinfectant- The usual things that Alfred would have once the Bats returned from a hectic day of patrol. She dabbed gently at his wounds as he sipped on the hot chocolate, feeling the warm liquid dribble down his throat, providing more aid to soothing his extremely sore back that he’d fell on. Honestly, he could’ve died if he snapped his neck. However, probably thanks to Tikki’s luck- He didn’t. He knew it was the right choice to let the Kwami tag onto his patrol nights.

“You’re really battered up. It’s a miracle you even survived.” Marinette murmured under her breath. “Stupid selfless idiot.”

“Stupid selfless what?” Robin raised an eyebrow. The girl only blushed more, not saying anything else. “Stupid selfless what?” He repeated.

Marinette huffed at him. “Kitty Noir dropped over just now. She told me what happened and told me to prepare my first aid kit.” She could hear Plagg’s approval at the flawless spontaneous lie she’d come up with on the spot.

Robin sighed. That explained it. There were already some bandages and bottles of medicine on the balcony when he dropped by. That explained why she was so ready for him. And also why she didn’t believe his ‘I fell off the stairs’ theory.

“You stupid selfless idiot.” Marinette repeated, agitating herself as she said the same phrase again, dabbing on his wounds a little harder as he winced. As soon as she noticed this movement, she apologized hastily. “Sorry.” She sighed. “I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m fine, angel.” Robin smiled, carressing her face gently. “I’m fine.”

“A-Angel?” She stuttered, blushing wildly. “W-What’s with the nickname?”

Robin shrugged. “You’re just an angel. You’re not as insufferable as everyone else, you’re kind, generous, and you mind space. That makes you already better than fifty percent of the population. And it makes you my personal angel.”

Maybe... That glint was already in him.

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There we go! Another chapter! This one is slightly shorter because of the time constraint :( sowy (AUTHOR CAN’T SPELL SORRY RIGHT)

I’m really sorry if I miss your name in the tag list because my laptop’s tumblr is real messy and laggy so I’m trying to get a hang of everything.

On the other hand I got 12 followers in one day

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So right now Marinette’s kind of how Marinette normally is for Adrien but for Robin, Damian’s a bro-friend sort of thing, and to Damian/Lordbug/Robin Marinette is a little angel and a gift to the world. Later we’re going to have Kitty Noir head-over-heels for Robin the way Chat is head-over-heels for ladybug. No more spoilers though!

Again, before this author’s note gets too long, message me if any mistakes were spotten (See what I did there?) because I didn’t proof-read the chapter really well.

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Envy is an Ugly Thing - Felix Fic

But you dont have a lot of friends, acting the way you do, do you?'

The words of Chat Noir still echoed in his mind, even when he was sitting on a train back to London.

He was reminded of home, of his home back in London, the quiet days when he would play piano in his room or read by the fireplace, the peaceful evenings when his mom came home earlier and they ate dinner together and shared jokes and stories from their day.

Days when his dad had been alive and they played chess in the afternoon when work would permit, when Felix would play violin and his dad would either listen with a smile or play along with him on the piano. Mom would giggle at them from the doorway and start singing off key.

His mind traveled back to school, to the kids who didn't like him and their words. To Chat Noir's words.

Felix had heard all sorts of things thrown at him, the words of some superhero from France shouldn't have impacted him as they did.

But they did.

He didn't know the superhero, but in a world where his cousin would be mean, those words might've as well come from Adrien directly.

Felix shook his head, staring at the silver ring on his finger, rotating it in slow circles.

No, Adrien had never been mean, not even as a kid. Mischevious, but never mean.

They did pranks together all the time, most of them came from him though. Adrien always tagged along because it was fun.

Felix sighed, resting his chin on his fist, a faraway look in his eyes.

'Hey Graham! What's a rich kid like you doing here? Doesn't your dad have time for you? Oops, pardon, I forgot he was dead!'

A ferocious, burning ache settled deep in his chest, the same pain he felt whenever he had to think of his dad, and the day it rained on his funeral.

The same day his mom stopped smiling quite so brightly as before, the day her voice got just a little higher and her jokes more frequent in an attempt to keep everyone happy.

'Hey blondie! You don't belong here with your posh accent and stupid dress shirts, so why don't you go where the rich ones go? Back to your golden cage!'

Golden cage...

He assumed it was fitting, but he thought his cousin fit that criteria more. Gabriel hadn't allowed him to go to public school until just a few months ago, after all. No freedom, just trapped in that mansion alone with a strict father and his servants.

He almost felt sorry for him.

'Felix, I'm really sorry, I wouldn't mind doing the project with you but...but don't you have tutors who do all the work for you?'

All the voices of his classmates rang in his head and Felix absentmindedly moved his fingers in gentle circles over a spot between his eyes.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder and he saw his mother staring at him worriedly. "Felix, are you alright my dear son?" her warm hands framed his face and he offered the woman a small smile.

"Yes mom, I'm fine. It's probably the jet lag."

She nodded in understanding, rubbing his cheek in motherly affection. "We'll be home soon, then you can go and lay down. It's been hectic at your uncle Gabriel's." a sour expression crossed her face but it was gone as quickly as it came when she realized her son's eyes were still trained on her.

Felix offered one last smile, before he turned his head away from her, heart heavy and acidic with hatred.

His dad was dead, all he had of family was his mom. And of course, his cousin and uncle.

Gabriel didn't like him of course, not that the same can't be said for him. Adrien was just clingy, oblivious to the world around him, oblivious to what type of man his own father was.

But he had so many people doting over him.

Annoying Chloe.

Those friends that sent him those videos.

That girl that said she loved him.

He never had that.

Nobody but his parents told him they loved him.

He had no friends, Chat Noir was right, but that didn't mean Felix couldn't get his way without them.

He didn't need friends.

He needed allies to get the stolen family heirloom and bring it back to its rightful owner.

He managed to steal one of the rings, but there would be another opportunity to get the other one, he knew it.

Felix glanced down at the silver ring and felt an odd sense of awe. He'd heard the story of the twin rings from his mother countless of times and yet, he could never listen to it enough it seemed.

"Hey mom, do you mind telling me the story about the rings again?"

Amelie turned to look at her son, a clearer look in his eyes than before and she smiled. "Oh, you heard it so many times before, but alright, let me start from the beginning. Your aunt Emilie and I..."

Felix smiled, content to lean his head back and listen, for the time being, everything went according to plan.

'The rings will be back where they belong. In the family.'

Amidst his mom's retelling of the age old tale about the rings, Felix abruptly remembered another thing.

Chat Noir's ring.

Adrien's ring.

They looked eerily alike.

Free for everyone to add their ideas into it (and up for adoption!)

Also, I apologize if its crappy, wrote this in a rush and wasn't sure if I should post it or not but here we are ^_^

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml idea #ml felix graham de vanily #felix graham de vanily #amelie graham de vanily #gabriel agreste #emilie agreste #adrien agreste

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