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whenimgoodandready · 2 years ago

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What is funny? Is it a joke we tell? A mere coincidence? Or a ironic twist of fate that makes us question life itself? Sometimes what’s funny to someone may not be so funny to someone else. The monkey is one of the most funniest animals in the world, but it’s also known as the wisest. The Monkey Miraculous represents honor, instinct, swiftness, and playfulness. It gives the user the power to make other peoples powers malfunction so as to have the user have a high advantage to defeat their opponent. Kim was gifted with this miraculous to save the heroes when the chips were down (“Party Crasher”). Fitting since he’s the lovable jokester. However, with this kind of power given to a villain, it’s not funny. Just who and what can they use it for? Let’s see:

*Derision-In the past couple of eps, we saw that Marinette Dupain-Cheng had trouble saying “I love you” to her boyfriend Adrien (“Perfection”), but finally talked to her friends about it (“Migration”). Despite that progress, what is still keeping our poor pigtailed protagonist from saying those 3 little words!? To answer that! Let’s go waaaaaaay back to “Miraculous B.C” (“before Césaire”. You’ll see why I call it that)

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꒰ఎ✨Back in the 8th Grade, when everyone looked the way they did in that quick flashback photo of “Reflefta”, Bunhead Marinette had a crush on, I sh*t you not, Yellow/Red Hoodie Lê Chiê’n Kim! Yes! That Kim! The obnoxious sporto! The guy that challenged people to stupid dares (“Timebreaker”), insults animals (“Animan”) and bullies his classmates (“Origins Part 2:Stoneheart”). That Kim! Course, Bunhead Marinette was too in love to notice these flaws and even her best friend White Sweater Socqueline Wang thought it was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! (this is why I called it “Miraculous B.C”). Remember Soc? The “Other” Ladybug who runs the art store (“Jubilation”) who helped the new dynamic duo with her supplies (“Kwami’s Choice Part 1:Transmission”) and even our OG heroes too (“Perfection”). Yeah! She was our Alya stand-in. Bunhead Marinette invites Yellow/Red Hoodie Kim to the local swimming pool to confess her love to him there and Chloe (same as ever) convinces Yellow/Red Hoodie Kim to prank Bunhead Marinette as his declaration of love. Unfortunately, it did a number on her…….a real bad number! The rest is all ancient history✨໒꒱

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Back in “Miraculous A.C” (“after Césaire”), Adrien takes Marinette to the local swimming pool for their date and she starts having panic attacks from her last romantic encounter there and it almost gets her akumatized as “Panic”. Almost! Our girl kept her cool once again! Strike 3! Monarch! You.Are.Outta herrre! You stupid Butterfly Boy! He tried to do that the first time making her “Princess Justice” (“Ladybug”). What would that have looked like!? A blindfolded villainess holding a scale, wielding a sword and wearing a tiara that forced people to tell the truth!? Puh-lease! The second time was “Unmasker” (“Exaltation”). Let me guess, a fully covered up villainess that only has their face exposed so as to show that there are “no secrets” and magically removed whatever face shield a person had!? C’mon! Now here, it’s “Panic”!? Idk what they would’ve looked like, but I’m assuming her power would be to make others run and panic like crazy. Phffft! :P. Doesn’t Monarch know he can never ever akumatize our girl!?😏

After Kim gives Adrien and Ondine the brief history of “Miraculous B.C”, they call him out on his awful stunt and it gets worse when Kim foolishly mentions how hot Chloe is, in front of his own girlfriend, then he gets annoyed by them not having a “sense of humor” and is akumatized as Dark Humor, with the power of the Monkey Miraculous (his given miraculous), that makes him shoot arrows of randomness at people causing them to pull cruel pranks on innocent civilians. His second akumatized form and, appearance wise, it’s sh*t! It’s basically just an inverted coloring of his Dark Cupid look with the addition of his swimming goggles on! Monarch wasn’t trying again was he?🙄 He couldn’t have at least given him a dark jester suit or something!? Ugh! Obviously, judging by what I just said, I prefer his Dark Cupid look. His power was the only effective part about him cuz it did screw up Ladybug’s “Lucky Charm” power, but she made it work. He’s not as quick as our buginette is😏.

There you have it folks! The reason why Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the insecure, anxious, elaborate planning, schedule memorizing and creepy stalker that she is for the past 4 seasons, why she went from a “Heart Thinker” to a “Head Thinker” and why she struggles with her relationship with Adrien. It’s.All.Kim’s.Fault! If he hadn’t pulled that creepy crawly prank, Marinette would’ve been happy and with a boyfriend! Marinette didn’t wanna repeat of blinding moving forward with a guy and so she became a research freak and that way she’d be more careful and not fall for any more tricks! It’s no wonder why she didn’t fall for Cat Noir upon first meeting! He reminded her too much of her first failed crush! Then again, if Kim hadn’t pranked Marinette, that would also mean none of the events in the show would’ve happened either. There were good moments and breakthroughs that changed the whole shtick of things that slightly changed the status quo. Whoa! Talk about your “butterfly” effect! Badum-tish🥁. In Miraculous B.C, before our golden boy and aspiring journalist came into the story, Chloe dominated the school (even outside of it) with an iron (and nail polished) fist and everyone, including the staff, was too afraid to stand up against her. Poor Marinette, before gaining confidence with the Ladybug Miraculous, was a complete doormat to Chloe’s neverending bullying (sighs sympathetically), but not Socqueline! Thanks to her and her Kung Fu fighting, she prevented Chloe from publicly humiliating Marinette. Sadly, it also got her expelled 2wks before graduation. Sorry Soc☹️. Now we know why Marinette became fast friends with Alya. She’s just as bold and assertive as Soc! That’s good cuz we need someone to keep Marinette grounded and encourage her to be brave. Kim didn’t mean any harm though. He just can’t see when a joke crosses the line. The real person at fault was actually Chloe who orchestrated the whole thing and Kim fell for it hook-line-and-sinker cuz of his crush on her (“Dark Cupid”). Luckily, he grew out of it and moved on to someone better (“Syren”). Thanks to Ondine, he got character development and even apologized to Marinette. Thank you, Kim! He finally got the wise aspect of the monkey! Adrien was pissed af when he found what Kim did traumatizing Marinette and for the second time, almost committed murder! (“Jubilation”). Adrien, I know what he did to your gf was wrong and it’s why she can’t say “I love you”, BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO GO! After Kim turned over a new leaf, Adrien confronted Chloe to do the same, but as you’d except, the b*tch said “No” cuz she only cares about herself. Oh Adrien, if you couldn’t convince her to change (“Despair Bear”) and mean it (“Queen Banana”) or have the heroes give her a chance by officially giving her the Bee Miraculous (“Malediktator”) and teach her a lesson about being a better person by taking it away from her (“Battle of the Miraculous Part 2:Miracle Queen”), what makes you think she’ll see the error of her ways herself!? Chloe is a notoriously entitled b*tch who thinks she can treat everyone, mostly Marinette, as if they’re lesser for “fun”! Nobody can convince anyone that they can redeem Chloe! (remembers being spoiled by “Revelation”) OH SH*T!

#miraculous ladybug #derision #miraculous derision

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chatonnoir · 2 years ago

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I cannot stop thinking about the palpable heartbreak. The tears that well up in their eyes at the very moment when each of them realizes it's all fake. The way they start sobbing through their words when they realize they’re about to lose everything they thought they had

They really, genuinely thought they finally defeated Monarch and that it was all over. They thought they were finally safe. They thought they actually went and got MARRIED and had their honeymoon and were enjoying their life together. They thought they had everything. And then they had all that ripped away from them and had to wake back up from that warm and safe and happy dream feeling cold and empty and realizing they’re still in danger and they still can’t be happy yet. And Chat Noir woke up to realize that he and Ladybug are not and were never married and that she still loves someone else. How do u recover from that

#ml spoilers #jubilation #idk it hurts but maybe it makes sense that this is the moment after which adrien tries to move on to marinette #since he effectively feels like he just had a whole marriage and divorce #damn and thats in addition to the 3 month time loop ..... these two have been through so much together #within stretches of time that technically don't exist #meanwhile ironically the same moment seems to have driven ladybug towards realizing she loves chat noir #because she got a taste of what it would be like to be happy with him

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tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik · 3 years ago

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Love at first sight?

Chapter 10

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9

Warren Worthington III x reader

Word count: 1790 words

Warnings: language and some angst idk.

"Now, why don't you explain to me. Why do you say my Angel is not your biggest of fans?".

Was it a bold statement? Yes. Had you meant for Warren to be upset? No. Were you expecting Warren to be unpleased by it? Kind of, you know, some good old fashioned teasing only to see his reaction.

Sure Warren presented himself as your typical "Bad Boy". His overall aesthetic stood for: "I'm looking for trouble". His ripped jeans, combat boots, a crazy hairstyle and the constant eye-rolling as he seemed to be annoyed by the whole world gave it away, plus the ginger girl, Jean, declared he wasn't a fan of them. Also, the cute speedster did say, in all those three weeks Warren had been at Xavier's, he never left the infirmary wing once. Meaning either: One, he wanted to exclude himself from everyone in the mansion or two, he couldn't care any less about anyone in there, period.

But a real asshole, in a situation like the one you just put him on, would most likely burst out furious, making the biggest of scenes.

Warren, on the other hand, he. Well, he did shout at the boys in the room to shut up after they started whistling in unison. And to the girls and the blue kid who seemed to have no idea of what was even happening, well, if looks could kill, all four of them would have been long gone dead. Other than that, Warren remained withdrawn from the conversation altogether.

Just like you've imagined, Warren's "Bad Boyness" was nothing but a facade, he was a real sweetheart with a heart of gold underneath it all, and your proof was this very moment, where instead of exploding, he imploded!

Warren indeed had anger management issues, but they were there for a reason. To protect him from getting hurt, you know, it's better to push people away before you get pushed first. That's why he never interacted with anyone at Xavier's. It was the same reason, as Jean said, he didn't fancy them. He was trying to scare them away.

Once the mocking stopped, it was time for introductions. Jean, Peter, and Ororo had already done that, leaving the blue kid, Kurt, to go next. Even if he resembled the medieval depictions of the devil but in blue. You could still tell this boy was nothing but the loveliest, most polite person on earth. He was the only one who brought you a present, a balloon with the phrase "get well" on it, simple yet adorable. Although, it was a bit hard to understand what Kurt was saying because of his thick German accent. The next one was a preppy-looking boy, wearing a red bomber jacket and matching sunglasses, odd you thought since you were inside, but after you pointed it out, Scott said, "Well, is either this or roasting this place down". He and "Good Girl" Jean were the only couple in the group, and they had no issue showing it off. "Go get a room, you rabbits". Peter yelled, even when all they had been doing was to kiss after Scott told you about their relationship.

Last but not least was an Asian girl with a striking style, bright and colourful, Jubilation Lee, or as she liked it better, Jubilee. She had taken a seat on the bed right on the empty side to your left, leaving you in-between her and Peter. Having both mutants so close to you made you realize how incredibly similar antics they had. The only difference was, unlike the silver-haired, whose attention was not only on the current conversation about the big news of both you and Warren prolonging your stay. It was also on some other ten trillion things at the same time. Jubilee's, however, was solely on you. She was the one paving the way for the conversation.

This girl practically made you recount your whole existence, which you didn't mind. You spoke freely about your "adventures" when you escaped the orphanage and about life as a Champion Cage Fighter without a care in the world when deep down, you were biting your nails for the time Jubilee decided to start asking about your family. It was the only topic that ever truly bothered you, as you were thinking of ways to: "How to avoid talking about painful childhood traumas without killing the mood?". Someone spoke.

"What does that fucking mean?" Peter asked right after finishing in a blink of an eye eight cans of soda he got out of nowhere. "It means if you play one of your shenanigans on her, she will kill you in a jiffy". Those had been the first words Warren spoke after going silent those entire 45 mins you and The Gang had spent talking. For some reason, you couldn't help but feel like a twat. Hearing the Angel's apathetic voice and seeing how hard he struggled not to look at you in the eyes broke something inside of you.

"Basically. But don't worry Silver! I don't think I'll ever have the heart to deny the world of such a cute smile like yours".

It hadn't been the biggest of compliments, yet it made it impossible for the boy in question to hide the astonished look on his features. His big brown eyes had gone wide as if he was on some hard-ass drugs, and before you knew it, he had you wrapped in the tightest of hugs anyone had ever given you. "Ok, I get it! Everyone in this place is needy as hell for some positive feedback! But you gotta let go, Silver, you're breaking my ribs!". But before he did so, from the corner of your eyes, you saw Warren exiting the room in a rush and slamming the door behind him.

Shit!

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"Who does he fucking think he is?".

This sentence had been looping inside Warren's head ever since Peter decided to sit right next to you. Yet, why was it annoying him so much? It wasn't like you and him were a thing. For fucks sake! You weren't even friends. You were just acquaintances who happened to have some similarities, for now. So it made no sense for him to feel so provoked by Peter.

Every time he cracked a joke, making you burst into laughter. Every minor contact you both exchanged: Like when you asked him about his hair while tangling your fingers with his silver locks. Or when he traced the outlines of the small tattoo on the inside of your wrist as you explained its funny story after Jubilee asked if you regretted any of the ones you had. Or the nickname you addressed him with combined with all those ear-to-ear smiles he shot at you whenever you looked his way.

Yes, Warren liked you since he laid eyes on you. But it didn't mean you felt the same for him, and he knew that! However, he couldn't help to wish you did. The flirting, the longing gazes, the flushed cheeks, they were all indicators that you at least were attracted to him. Or was that just how you behaved in general? After all, the way you interact with Maximoff was somewhat the same. What if, you were in fact, just like that?.

Waren's inner self knew his hostility had no fundaments to exist.

You had just met. Warren didn't know well enough for him to tell if you were into him, into Peter or if that was just your personality.

He was losing his mind trying to tame down his stupid nonsensical feelings when:

"Basically. But don't worry Silver! I don't think I'll ever have the heart to deny the world of such a cute smile like yours".

It had hurt, more than he would like to admit. But what made him get into a real state was the overly affectionate reaction from the other mutant. And so Warren did what he did best. He left.

Warren was already by the end of the hallway when he heard rushing footsteps getting closer to him.

"Is everything ok, Angel?". You said once reaching him.

"Why wouldn't it be?". The man let out coldly. "I don't know. You left without a reaso-". The blond was doing everything in his power not to bawl at you for whatever it was that happened back there but failed miserably. "Oh! forgive me for not wanting to witness Maximoff's stupid attempts at getting under your pants!". The gritting of your teeth let him know he had screwed up real bad, but there was no way of going back in time now. "Oh! You've gotta be fucking kidding me!". "Don't tell you're, Oh my God! You are! You are so fucking jealous of Peter!". You said with a smug grin. "Why would you fucking be, Angel?". You let out highlighting Angel to let Warren know you weren't actually mad at him. "Fuck no! How the hell could I ever be jealous of that fucking man-child! I just wanted out before I puked myself!". No matter how loud Warren screamed about him not been dying from jealousy, his body gave him away. His clenched jaw and frown brows, even his wings were flapping slightly, making him look more menacing. Yet what was driving him insane was you remained rather peaceful. Until he saw it, that devilish spark in your eyes as you were watching him. It was only then when Warren realized just how impossibly close to him you were.

When suddenly, without any warning or sign, you smashed your lips into his.

In the beginning, he had been caught off guard by the sudden action, but now that his brain had started working again after having shut down completely, he kissed you back with as much passion as you did, gripping at your waist like if he were to loosen up, you'd disappear. Some part of him was afraid you might back away by how firmly he held you, but when he thought you couldn't surprise him anymore, you took the lead, pinning him against the wall deepening the kiss and biting at his lower lip teasingly.

And at that moment, Warren Worthington III, The Angel Of Death, knew, as he was savouring the feel of your lips intertwined with his, what heaven felt like.

#warren worthington x reader #warren worthington iii #archangel x reader #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #xmen x reader #xmen #peter maximoff #kurt wagner #jubilee #jean grey #ororo munroe #scott summers

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misterbitches · 4 years ago

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what i like abt muren and li chen

i’m sorta burned out and my vagina is bleeding so lemme see if i can type this. probably can lmao. my brain is going ten miles a minute.

1. the fact that they were friends first.

someone on here said this and idk who but i don’t want to seem like it was my idea.

the fact that they are friends and didn’t have like a connection previously and it developed. most times friends-to-lovers has a basis of some sort of romantic interest from another person so they were not truly ever friends, you know? and many relationships people aren’t friends first but that’s the best kind. and they are the truest form in that (i wouldnt say truest means good but just i think a representation of) they were truly friends, no attraction at least consciously, and were lead into it.

2. bc they know each other well and are friends they know each other and LAUGH and if you can’t laugh with your love then there is no point. 0. lmao. i love it

idk they fell easily in2 the luvy duvy part and u can actually believe they are into each other like outside of kissing. gee. also hello! when lichen like threw the heart in the office and muren caught it? bitch! i woulda been like ew!!!!! and blushed but muren was like that’s right that’s my bitch

3. bouncing off 2 um uhhhhh the way they interact so i guess this is 2 but whatver i like lists now

muren is >:O but super sweet and receptive to others. so he responds to people and it isn’t just stoic for stoic sake or with not much substance. idk how to say this but oftentimes sometimes i feel like characters will be too oppositional to offset their partner and it can be extremely annoying to watch because it’s part of the dynamic but sometimes there’s a lack of reciprocation. i like that even if muren is quiet he smiles a lot and lets people know through his actions and shit. esp his mans. and when he needs to talk, he will.

lichen is perfect for this because of reasons. what do you even say about this dude holy shit. first of all he really is a fucking himbo. he’s not even dumb he’s just a fucking himbo. it’s great to say the way they express their excitement and the best thing to hear, “i can be myself around you”

4. u cannnot tell me that this top/bottom discourse is actually not ridiculous esp for them bc there is no way that my eyes are seeing what i see yet there’s some struggle when they’re trying to constantly grapple with the masculine/feminine aspects (this is a good thing)

with the way that they hang off each other. esp bc lichen is shorter than him and stockier and he can attach himself like a barnacle. the way he expresses glee and love is very “feminine” at times IE reliance, support, putting your head on his etc but then there are times when he is the one to hold muren too. so it’s like they are clearly on the same level in how they exchange love and stuff and exploring the dynamics but it clearly isnt as structured as the usual ones and it shouldnt be so they should just stop talking about this shit cos ur both getting fucked god shut up

lichen squeals like a girl and is obsessed with him. he is clingy and also says “what do you want to do to me.” if this show is gonna sit us through the agony of this stupid discourse and they tell me they arent gonna sw*tch or whatever (not that they cant have other forms of sex bc that is not that difficultand as adults w eknow this but anywaaay) then they simply are wrong

5. the ~gay 4 u~ thing is dumb and i cannot believe it tbqh cos it’s like sir....but i am glad that lichen like expresses attraction to his physique and personhood as a man and acknowledging that that is something and a part of the attraction.

it was probably a happy accident but it’s still a good one. there’s sometimes an idea of like sexual attraction being sorta nebulous when someone is like getting into a rship with the same gender but not being sure about their sexuality or whatever or still liking another gender explicitly where they cant admit they find things attractive or enticing even when they are in a same sex relationship and it is so fucking confusing and doesn’t make sense. i wish instead of trying to make it cut and dry they just went honestly mabye they dont know but theyre both men and thats a factor. ok lets move on now. :)

6. they make u feel nice

especially in comparison to the show being messy and also there’s some crazy stalker man running around you know they temper that

they’re just really fun to watch. it’s an interesting dynamic and particularly with xing si in their lives it’s nice and i’m so glad there’s no one else to ruin it like say a brother who is a waste of space. but it’s mostly good feelings for them and you can see why they like each other, that they can stay together, and how helpful a relationship can be as you grow as an individual

7. while i am sure there will be further misunderstandings...comm...unic...ation?

literally boys are dumb as hell but idk if my reading is correct on this one but SO FAR TO MOI im like wow u guys like actually talk. woah. and i think that’s nice. yest i had a breakdown in front of my fam bc i am sometimes emotionally stunted when faced with distress so it’s nice to see people talking that out in particularly with like jealousy and stuff

AND their interactions in public and the understanding. knowing it takes time and stuff for them to adjust and allowing them the time. they are extremely different to other people and they want to be distinct and they can be and arre to each other they dont need to follow anyone else’s rules (except the costume department sometimes needs to get better pants for muren like that’s my rule tbh but that’s neither here nor there)

did some1 call them emotional support himbos? i think so cos word.

oh one more thing idk the name of the actor playing li chen and im too tired to look it up but i like him a lot i think he does a good job of going seamlessly between like a jubilant person and an actual human being. he plays well at being oblivious but not outright stupid and emotionally stunted or not picking up certain signals. i think at times it seems like he doesn’t always have a sense of self like trying to be something else for other people but then he realizes like he can’t do that so all he can do is be himself which leads him 2 his mans but yea. the actor does a decent job! it’s a fun character to wathc

#history 4 #history 4: close to you #muren x lichen

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topconfessions · 4 years ago

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Hey do you think g dragon was being arrogant when some mc asked him what was the difference between exo/shinee and bigbang and he answered like oh we write our own music something like that cause idk if it was such a big deal back then,,probably it was bc exols are known for being extra intense lmao

That's shady and messy. It's a very Beyonce thing to say.

(i.e when she said the difference between her and Michael is that her father didnt hit her like his father hit Michael and the rest of the family. These werent her direct words but she basically alluded to that. I know extreme example but same difference.)

That's not the difference between them and comments like that is what makes GD come off as annoying and a little irritating at times. There were tons of ways to state the difference or respectfully skip the question. They are more colorful than bigbang in a jubilant sense. They have softer yet more abstract concepts and are not a hip hop style. Shinee was and is arguably more vocalist based and keen on vocals being good where as only dae and tae can sing in bigbang. Jiyong has tonality that isn't traditional nor everyone cup of tea but he is okay at singing. That XX highlight that well. He should have kept it 100 and say that they have a more organic less cookie cutter image. They say what they wanna say about each other and get a little unruly. They are truly a boys boy group. They are a bunch of guys really doing guy shit. Shinee and EXO had a slightly more feminine touch where the whole group borders on flower boy.

Jonghyun ALWAYS wrote a lot but I don't remember him being the member who did all the work 24/7 like GD. tbh if we're to be truthful EXO and Shinee are the better looking groups than bigbang. TOP was the visual of bigbang with all the other memebrs looks being objective minus maybe GD.

Also Shinee has more intimate and celebratory tracks toward women than bigbang. I mean, of course bigbang obviously has songs about love and stuff but I cant remember off the top of my head any songs that stand out to me from BB that make me feel like they are boyfriend material or are making me swoon or feel special like a woman / girl y'know? Shinee has some of that.

Anyway why didn't GD just say the goddamn obvious that the difference is EXO & Shinee are very choreography focused and BB doesn't do elaborate dance routines all the time. They have more freedom and room to not stick to the choreography 24/7 on stage? That is the difference.

Also if I'm being honest BB to me in my opinion is a group where you want them romantically based on them as people with a mixture of the music. Exo and shinee can be fallen for fairly easily but contrast BB come off like genuine guys in the sense of masculinity and gender roles. My mom mistook Jonghyun for a woman on the poster of him with his last album. I couldn't even argue or correct her cause I could see it too. If it was a poster of TOP or Taeyang it would be different.

Tbh on the low the real difference is that SM doesnt let their idols act a fool and is very heavy on management. BB doesn't have that .

Smh. Lord.

#gdragon #bigbang kpop #vip bigbang #bigbang gd #gd kpop #kwon jiyong #jiyong #jiyong kwon

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happytsukki · 5 years ago

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e. semi

genre: angst

after five years, you finally overcome heartbreak, until you lock eyes again with the man who caused it all.

a/n: the amount of times i rewrote this is ASTRONOMICAL. my brain is fried from my ap physics test idk why im writing this but

seventeen year old you was an idealist. naive, impractical, and so far gone from reality.

so you believed him.

you let yourself get high on euphoria as semi made his promise. the promise that some day he would be the one getting down on one knee and placing the ring on your finger all while fulfilling his dream of being a renowned singer with his band.

all the songs he composed dedicated to you. all the love letters he slipped into your pocket during passing periods. all the lullabies he sang while he ran his fingers through your hair. how could you not fall so absolutely, positively in love with him?

you liked the way he made you feel, completely enthralled by the way he gazed into your eyes, it was as if his entire world was right in front of him, like you were the only person that mattered.

his love sent you to cloud nine, but loving someone so much meant being vulnerable. so vulnerable that it tore your heart to mere shreds and threw the remnants off a cliff when the man you envisioned your future with suddenly tells you his sadly couldn’t include you.

five years.

it takes five years for you to mend your broken heart. it takes five years for you to stop turning off the radio when you hear a love song. it takes five years for you to finally start buying your favorite shampoo that he adored.

but why did fate decide to be so cruel?

you were patiently seated in the corner of a cozy restaurant in hidden away in shinjuku, waiting for your friends to arrive, only to be startled by a familar voice echo through the speakers.

“the next one is special, i wrote it five years ago for the love of my life” announces semi, receiving a mix of claps and hoots from the crowd.

your eyes look up to see the blonde-haired boy, dressed in a plain white muscle tank and black ripped jeans. a couple of tattoos showcased on his arms and piercings glistening off the restaurant lighting.

your heart stops. five years of attempting to cope ruined within one glance. memories flood your mind and your eyes begin to well up with tears.

“i love you y/n. today, tomorrow and forever.”

“you’re my muse. every song i write is about you so don’t ever forget it.”

“you know, every time i perform i always just search for you in the crowd?”

the words that once caused you to cry in pure jubilation were also the ones that stabbed your left over wounds.

your chin trembles and you attempt to stop the growing sobs by covering your mouth. but you can’t stop it and now you’re a broken dam overflowing with tears.

a few other customers avert their attention from the live music to you, glaring at your miserable appearance with distaste.

semi continues, the faint sobs in the background not once interfering with his performance. he closes his eyes for a few seconds as he sings the part that hurts him the most. he remembers laying in bed, his guitar on his chest as he felt empty. he realized the lyrics “i’ll love you forever, even in the next life” were no longer applicable.

so with a heavy heart he changed the lyrics to “i’m sorry i let you go, but i had to see you fly.”

this, this was why he couldn’t be with you. he knew you had big aspirations and being with him only meant you were being held down, overshadowed by your focus on him that you refused to fly. so he let you go.

“..i had to see you fly.” he sings.

his eyes flutter open and land on the figure hunched over in the corner. he notices the tears spilling down her face and the snifles she let out. why did it sound so..familar?

then realization struck, the same cries haunted his dreams almost every night. tormenting his decisions and place in life as he remembered how you helplessly flailed your arms on his chest, begging him not to do this, not to leave you.

it was too late.

your hands wipe away at your tear-stained face and swiftly leave something on the table. you look back one more time, your eyes locking with his before you flee, sending ripples through his heart.

semi pauses. he’s unsure what to do; was he supposed to run after the love of his life like in the movies? was he supposed to stop you and profess his love even after five years like in the movies?

but semi wasn’t an idealist.

he knew that his decision cost him the only one that mattered. he knew you hated him with undying fervor, probably surpassing the love you once had for him. but he was okay with that.

he wanted the best for you and he was far from it.

after his set, his legs almost go limp as they carry him from the stage to the table you occupied a few minutes ago.

he takes in a sharp breath, taking in the events that unfolded and trying to supress the gut-wrenching sobs tearing through his chest.

he looks down and lets one tear drop fall, landing on a peculiar item you seemed to have left.

a picture of you and semi, both aged 17 in matching shiratorizawa gear. your arms draped around his tall, slender figure while you press a kiss on his cheek causing heat to spread across his face with a big grin.

that day was special, after losing against karasuno in a tight match you still decided to treat him like a winner, enveloping him in a big hug and sprinkling a million kisses across his solemn face. then insisting tendo take a picture of you amid semi’s embarrassment from his teammates’ teasing.

semi chuckles, eyes dripping with tears. he still loves you, today, tomorrow and forever. he still thinks of you as his muse, his inspiration for every song. and he still looks across each crowd, hoping to be blessed with those gentle eyes.

but all he does is gently slip the picture behind the matching one he already kept in his wallet since that day.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu writing #anime imagines #anime scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #semi #semi eita #semi x reader #haikyuu semi #can we pls give semi more love

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faelune-home · 3 years ago

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FFXIV Write #16: Crane

(a/n: In an odd turn, reading the tags of the original prompt announcement, someone bringing up machines made me think of those game machines, and the idea had me so gripped, I ended up doing a one off Modern AU idea. :’D I’ve had some ideas for modern au stuff, but never the chance or desire to write it, so that’s why I call this a one off.

A girls afternoon with Lyse, Alisaie and Ryne, getting caught up at an arcade. I had a different ending planned where they tried a bit harder to get the teddy, but I scrapped it for fear of it feeling too out of character, even for whatever minor concessions a modern au would give compared to canon, plus maybe on the edge of illegal :’D Scrapped but kept saved elsewhere, so maybe I’ll post it another time as a What if ending for this prompt idk aha. The original idea certainly made this go on a bit longer than this cut off version ended up being...

Obviously no main series spoilers given the setting.

Word count: 856)

The cute fuzzy teddy bear was surly mocking them, sitting idly with its cute tiny stitched smile in the centre of a stage of bright lights as the crane hand brushed harmlessly past it, clasping around the stuffed toy’s arm only for it to slip out again in the attempt to airlift the toy and claim it.

There were others as well, sitting along shelves on the back wall, but this one sitting so proudly and openly in the centre of the machine, so open for the taking…

Another attempt with the crane hand only managed to grab its leg, pulling it up only for it to fall flat on its back. One of the other plush teddies from the shelves tumbled to the machine’s inner floor when a dissatisfied Lyse gave a loud smack to the machine.

“Lyse, this is your 6th try now, maybe you should stop. It’s all rigged to take your money anyway,” Alisaie sighed, shaking her head at the older woman’s actions. Beside her, Ryne nodded in agreement, frowning.

“I really don’t need it that badly, I was only looking. We can get something like it elsewhere,” she pleaded. But Lyse was determined.

“Oh no, I’m in it to win now, just you watch. I’ll get it this time!” she cheered, hyping herself up as she put another coin in the machine.

“And I’ll get ready to call Yda so she can come and stop you,” Alisaie mumbled, eying the time on her wristwatch. It was only meant to be a fun day out after school had let out for the younger pair, just the three of them out on the town, a girl’s afternoon of sorts. They’d only passed through the arcade for a brief stop, not even intending to get caught up into any games until Ryne had commented in passing about the cute little teddies in the crane machine.

And thus, there they were, 20 minutes later and Lyse had been stuck to the machine ever since, each attempt being kicked off with a, “Last time, I swear it this time”. Alisaie and Ryne could only stand to the side, watching in mild concern and bemusement for their friend, filling their wait time with discussions of where else they could go if they could eventually pry Lyse from her torture.

Then, while talk had turned to food and snacks, a whoop recaptured their attention. Lyse stepped aside, wearing a proud grin as she motioned to the precariously clutched teddy bear within the clawed grip of the crane, swinging back and forth on its way to the prize slot.

“I told you! I said I could do it!” she cheered, arms raised high in victory. Ryne gave a polite clap for the woman’s preservation and achievement, while Alisaie couldn’t help the small quirk at the corner of her lips at Lyse’s jubilance.

“Alright, congratulations. We still didn’t need to stay here this long, but now that you’ve managed to get it, can we leave? We could all do with some food now, right?”

“Of course, of course, we can go now, let me just-” Lyse turned, ready to collect her reward. The teddy dropped from the crane toward the machine’s prize slot. The teddy landed on the corner of the raised wall surrounding the prize slot. And despite leaning into the hole, almost close to dropping, it didn’t budge.

An awkward silence fell over the trio, with only the artificial beeps and bloops and chiptune music from the machines around them, and the chatter of excited school kids at the other machines to fill the quiet.

“Are you serious?” Lyse hissed, frustrated beyond belief as she administered several loud whacks to the machine, her prize wobbling tentatively on the edge with every hit, yet not moving all the same.

“It was a good try,” Ryne said, offering a reassuring pat to the woman’s shoulder.

“Indeed, I’ll admit you did your best and almost got it,” Alisaie nodded, “But let’s just leave it now, if you keep trying, you’ll just risk losing it and going back to square one.”

“This is not fair,” Lyse groaned, hitting her head against the plexiglass front. The teddy wobbled.

“No, it's not,” the elezen girl agreed, beginning to pull her friend away toward the entrance. “We’ll go get some food now, and maybe we’ll take Ryne’s earlier suggestion and just buy something like it. It’d be a better use of your money than wasting it here.”

“And we can get something for Yda as well,” Ryne added, to which Alisaie nodded and said, “Exactly, and it’ll be a conversation piece if we want to tell her about all of this.”

“Can we not, she won’t let me forget about it, and she wasn’t even here.” Laughter broke out amongst the younger pair at Lyse’s despair, the trio walking out of the arcade and into the busy main street to enjoy the rest of their afternoon.

The little fuzzy teddy, left all alone to teeter on the edge of freedom, finally tumbled down the chute and settled itself at the bottom, waiting to be claimed.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #my writing #modern au #alisaie leveilleur #lyse hext #ryne #ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV

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rosewater-chlxe · 5 years ago

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wishes granted | colby brock

✖ Summary | Request(s):

fluffy piece w/ colby after winning his award last night? inspired by his outfit in the video he posted today? idk man something about seeing him all put together and professional out in public but getting home and losing the suit jacket, unbuttoning the dress shirt, rolling up the sleeves 🥺🥺

Maybe attending the streamy’s with colby and being a supportive gf and just beaming with proudness of how amazing your boy is and how much the world is finally recognizing him. Idk if that makes sense but it’s such a cute fic/blurb idea 😌😌😌 for colby

✖ genre ; fluff

✖ warnings ; none

✖ requested - yes | no

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You watched as he started to button up his dress shirt through the reflection of the mirror. His fingertips gently moved across each button, and his eyes were focused on his own movements. His mind raced at the thought of attending such an award show: the Streamys. He felt anxiety in him - Or was it excitement? Perhaps both. He glanced to the side to see you leaning against the door frame, gazing at him in awe. The gleam in your beautiful eyes washed almost all of the nervousness he felt away; filled in it’s space with love and bliss. His eyes wandered up and down your dress; a smile formed on his face as he continued to pull over his suit jacket.

“What did I do to get so lucky?...” He softly asked himself aloud.

You gave a small laugh and walked over to him, fixing his tie. “I’m the lucky one, I could’ve never imagined being able to be with such a beautiful person - Inside and out. Besides, you’ve worked so hard and now you’re heading to the Streamys. You deserve this, Colbs.”

As you let go of his tie, you looked up at him; He stared into your eyes, barely inches away from your face. His hand softly cupped your cheek as he came closer to you. You leaned in without hesitance, pressing your lips against his. As if it were the first time, you felt fireworks explode inside of you; butterflies in you, flapping their wings as fast as possible. When he pulled away, he grinned at the blush across your cheeks.

“I love you, baby,” he said with what sounded like pure peace.

“I love you too, Cole - Even though I have to fix my lipstick now,” You stated with false irritation in your tone. He laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, Colby was left exploring the person in the mirror. He gazed upon his past, his present, his future; all of those dreams that were finally coming true. He seen the two lost boys in high school, just trying their best to get through life. The entire journey played through his head, and tears started to form in his sky blue eyes. A soft smile formed on his face as he came back to the present, seeing the current outcome of his story. He wondered about the chapters that would come next, every single word written in permanent ink. He held his rosewater tears in, and exited the bathroom.

You were leaning against the counter top, scrolling through all of the ‘congratulations’ posts to Sam and Colby with a big smile on your face. You glanced over to see Colby with glossy eyes as he entered.

“Are you okay?” You asked with a concerned tone of voice.

“I’m more than okay.” He said, gently intertwining his fingers with yours.

A knock and a feminine, jubilant laugh was heard from outside of Colby’s apartment door. You excitedly gasped and ran over to open the door. Once you did, you happily greeted Sam and Kat; You hugged Kat and Sam smiled in response.

“I missed yooouuu!” Kat exclaimed, hugging you tighter.

“We had lunch together yesterday,” You laughed, but still sharing the same joy to see her.

“What about me?” Colby said, feigning a hurt expression.

“Sorry Colby, Y/N’s my favorite,” Kat responded with a grin. You smirked at Colby and he shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I missed you,” Sam said, reassuring Colby as he laughed; giving him a hug.

“Alright children, we better get going,” You jokingly stated, mocking the three.

Colby dramatically scoffed at your remark and wrapped his arm around you as the four of you walked out of his apartment.

Once you arrived to the Streamys, Colby wrapped his arm around you once again; noticing your nervousness. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered into his ear. He had a gentle look in his eyes as you spoke; He placed a soft kiss on your forehead in response as a ‘thank you.’

Throughout the entire event you were mostly behind the scenes, reassuring him through his nervousness and expressing how genuinely proud of him you were. He was put at ease by your touch. Seeing him live his dream with his childhood best friend was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever witnessed. You were absolutely whipped for this dork, just as he was for you.

When the event came to an end, the friend group invited the four of you to meet up at a bar close to the apartment building to celebrate. You ended up sitting with Kat, Cassie and Tara whilst Colby, Sam, Jake, Reggie, Corey and Mike attended to their own shenanigans.

You glanced over Tara’s shoulders, who sat directly in front of you, to see the boys rumbling with laughter. Colby turned his head to see you gazing upon him in adoration; His bright smile grew as he winked at you, causing you to jokingly roll your eyes and look away.

“Uh oh, Y/N rolled her eyes at somebody, looks like someone’s getting their soul taken tonight,” Tara said, smirking; Causing the rest of the girls to laugh in response.

“Cole fothermucking Robert Brock,” You replied, laughing along with them.

“I still stand by what I said,” Tara stated in response, taking a sip of her water.

“I mean she’s not wrong,” Kat remarked, encouraging the conversation’s headassery.

You shook your head with a smile on your face as you continued to talk to the girls.

Afterwards, You, Colby, Jake, Corey and Sam went back to Colby’s apartment. He needed to film his video almost last minute like usual. However, you didn’t mind whatsoever. You actually enjoyed being behind the camera, watching the four boys goof around with one another and have a good time. Every now and then Colby would glance back at you and smile or wink; In response you’d just shyly look away or return the same kind of warmth he radiated towards you.

Somewhere before or in between the video, Colby took his suit jacket off as well as his tie to reveal his maroon button up; he unbuttoned the top to right above his tattoo, and rolled up the sleeves as well. Originally, you thought you really loved the entire suit on him, but you quickly decided this was much better. He looked incredible, and you couldn’t help but daydream.

A familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N, take a picture, it’ll last longer!” Jake said in an almost childish tone. You very politely raised your middle finger out in the open so he could see.

“Feisty much?” Corey laughed, glancing at you, then towards Colby.

“No comment,” Colby replied, smirking at you.

After they finished filming, they said their temporary goodbyes and the three stooges left the apartment.

Colby walked back from locking the door and you immediately tightly hugged him. He smiled and returned the same affection, wrapping both of his arms around you; placing a sweet, gentle kiss on your lips and you happily gave into it.

Once you pulled away, you looked up at him and gave him a smile full of warmth and awe. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you, Colbs,” You softly cupped his cheek, “You’ve come so far, and you encourage so many people to be better. I love you so, so much.”

His heart melted because of your touch and your words. His hand reached up to brush your hair behind your ear as he gazed upon you in absolute adoration. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, sweetheart.”

After a few more seconds, you were ready to let go of him as you were latched onto his torso like a koala - which he didn’t mind at all, because he did the exact same.

“I have to get out of this dress because It’s extremely uncomfortable,” You finally stated.

Colby sighed, “Okayy.. But can I help?” He grinned

You rolled your eyes and playfully hit his arm. “Brock,” You warned.

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mfbakuhoe · 5 years ago

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💥Handcuffs (Bakugou x Reader)💥

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Words: 3306

Genre: smut

Summary: You want revenge on your Boyfriend, but it backfires reallly quick.

Warnings: rough sex, swearing, hair pulling, name-calling

All Characters are aged up 18+, reader is on Birth control!

Okay so I tried some smut. Idk how I feel about it bit it was definitely a lot of work so I’m going to post it anyway. Btw I'm lowkey swerving to Kacchan's lane. Fight me 🙈

Enjoy!

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Frustrated the ash blond hero threw himself on king size bed, his member throbbing against his jeans. Ever since you, teased him through text during his patrol, telling him all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you when he comes home, he couldn't get his mind off how he would first eat you out and then fuck you senseless, til you begged him to stop.

Bakugou could barely focus on his job, causing his clueless best friend Kirishima to send him home, worried that he might pass out during the shift.

He was more than thankful, that his red headed friend didn't notice the buldge in his pants, being the reason for him to walk uncomfortably slow being so unconcentraded.

Bakugou rushed home as fast as he could, desiring nothing more than you walls clenching around him, but as he pushed open the door and rushed up the stairs, he didn't see anything but a empty, neat looking bed and a red scarf laying on the pillow.

He sat himself up and took his phone into his big hands, aching to release himself in you. As he was about to unlock his phone, so he could could text you, a message popped up on the top of his screen.

Baby momma

,,Put the scarf on your eyes?", he read rather questioning ,,What the fuck, Y/N?", Bakugou sighed sceptical, turing to the side facing the red scarf. Before he could ask you where you were and why he should do it, another messages from you popped up on his screen.

,,If you wanna cum today, than I'd recommend you to obey. You better not take them off.", he muttered confused. ,,Fuck, Y/N. When I catch you, I'll fuck the shit out of you", he said in a loud slightly amused voice, aware of his girlfriend spying on him with her quirk.

A part of the feisty spiky haired boy was pissed of, but the bigger, dominant part in him liked the little games you played, eager to know what you had planned. Bakugou grabbed the scarf to his left, wrapping it around his head, shutting off his eyesight completly.

,,I'm ready. Come let me fuck you know." he snapped, his patience reducing with every passing second. Suddendly he felt a force lightly pushing him, to lay down on his back, fixing his wrist on the sides of his head, as he tried to take off the scarf out of reflex.

,,I told you not to take of the fucking scarf, didn't I?", a low feminine voice whispered in Bakugou's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

,,What the fuck do you think you're doing, Y/N?", Bakugou asked through gritted teeth, his arousal sending high amounts of dopamine through his body.

You straddled his lower body as you talked ,,Did you forget about last time, when you told me next time we fuck, I could do whatever I wanted to you? Well, here we are", you explained cheeky, grabbing his wrist to hadncuff him on the metal framework of the bed.

,,I was joking, to make your whining ass shut up about you loosing control over your body, whenever I fuck you. As if it's my fault, that you're so submissive to me", he said cockily, smirking as he boosted his own ego.

,,Even if you were joking, you are the one laying beneath me right know, obeying all of my demands. Are you so desperate for me to make you cum?", you asked in a provoking tone, ripping off the scarf off his face. Bakugou squinted his eyes, at the stromg light hitting his eyes, before looking at you, sitting on top of him. His body tensed up, when he saw hat you were wearing, making hs member in his pants twitch in excitement.

You wore a red lace strapse lingerie set with two red ribbons crossing from your bra down you torso to your red lacy thong.

His eyes got big, once he realized, that you weren't joking and you were actually the one with the upper hand.

,,I'm warning you, Y/N. I'm not in a good mood right now", he hissed at you piercing his narrowed eyes through yours, but he didn't intimidate you at all.

,,What you gon' do, daddy? If I wanted to, I could just let you lay here, waiting for you boner to go away by itself", you smiled mischieviously.Questioningly you tilted your head, waiting for an answer but all you recived was a harsh growl from you s/o, who understood, he hadn't had any power over you right now.

You leaned down, suppoting youself on his chest, licking on his ear before you continued talking, hearing Bakugo hasrhly sucking in the air.

,,Now, I will make you feel, what it means to really lose control over you own body. I will make you beg for release and satisfaction.", you moaned. seductivly, as you rubbed your cold hands up and down his warm abs, hidden underneath his shirt, feeling his body quiver. You slid your hands further down his torso to his abdomen, teasingly stopping at his waistband while challenging raising one eyebrow, expecting a much more desperate reaction from his side, but instead he just kept looking at you through narrowed eyes and a clenched, jaw. His forhead was covered in folds whilst the first sweatpearls glistened on his skin. You knew Bakugou to well bye now, to not know, that he forced himself through this situation, fighting back his desire just because he refused to grant you this triumph.

,,You seem very calm and collected. Maybe we can change that", you whispered with a impish smile adornigng your face. You slid down a little bit, lowering your face on eyesight with his crotch area. Arching your back provocatively, while you pushed your ass in the air just to recive a dangerous grunt in response.

,,What is it, daddy? Why do you look so mad?", you asked innocent, unbuttoning his pants in a painfully slow pace, not taking your eyes off of his. Bakugou still refused to interact with you, but by the increased pace of his chest pushing up and down, it was pretty clear, what effect you had on him.

,,You know daddy, your flavor is my most favorite flavor on earth", you hummed happily pulling down his pants to his knees, mustering the big buldge peaking though his grey boxers. Plaxing small kisses on the thin fabric covering his cock to make him grunt in response. You felt yourself getting wet, but you were far from done with him. You unpacked his member, watching it jumping up his belly. ,,That's why I gotta apreciate aaall off it. Slowly devouring all your juices, tasting every inch of you, daddy", you finished, your hot breath whipping against his hard cock.

A small groan left Katsuki's throat, as you kept pushing him to his limits, causing a smile to creep up your face. You had him where you wanted him to be, without doing as much as you expected you would have to do. You wanted him to plead you, with his words and he knew it.

His eyes angrily pearced through your soul, his breathing heavy and uneven. Eager you challenged him with a smile on you face, staring back at him.

,,You know what? I totally forgot to do the laundry. I guess my dick hunger can wait", you said pushing yourself up, ready to go. You tried to scare him. To provoke him into thinking he has to bare with his nearly exploding cock for any longer. ,,But can you tho?", you asked as you almost left through the door, swaying you hips for the full effect.

,,STOP, FUCK- GODDAMN IT, Y/N! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE AND PLEASE ME! I CAN'T TAKE YOUR BULLSHIT ANY LONGER!", you heard him scream from behind you. A jubilant smile covered your face, as you turned on your heels, facing the handcuffed ash blond eccentric, who exhaustedly leaned back with his his eyes closed, breathing heavyily. The despair in his voice turned you on even more, realizing the effect you had on him. You weren't nearly a sadist, other than your boyfriend. You just liked the backfires you was able to shoot at him, knowing that it was all your achievment.

,,Fuck no."

,,What?", he breathed weak.

,,I said no. I'll fuck you, when I want to fuck you. And I'll please you, when I want to please you, got it?", you said with a dominance in you voice, which didn't only surprise Katsuki, but yourself. His eyes widened, following every step you took towards him. Positioning both of you knees next to his legs on the bed. You bend over a little bit, grabbing his dick without a word, causing a deep groan out of Bakugou's mouth.

,,You crazy bitch", he mumbled still heavy breathing.

,,Don't act like you don't enjoy it, sir", you gasped, licking a long stripe up his dick. You felt Bakugou slowly relaxing under your touch as you continued lubricating his hard cock. You played with the tip off his cock, circling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

And before he knew it, he felt your warm, wet mouth covering his entire shaft.

,,Fuck", he groaned, pulling the word long. You began to bop you head up and down his penis, covering the parts, that didn't fit inside your mouth with your hands. Even though you gave him a little bit of relief, you weren't planning on giving him 100%, to keep the control over him.

,,Faster, baby. Faster" he moans lifting his hips up. Denying his wishes, you kept the same pace. As he didn't want to take any more of you teasings, he started to face fuck you himself, pushing his hips up and down over and over. You abruptly stopped, releasing his cock, eliciting a frustrated groan of him.

,,Don't do that again", you warned, sliding up a little. Bakugou silently followed all you movements, curious as well as exhausted. All he wanted was you to make yo scream his name, being able to release himself in you and go to sleep, but you made it so hard for him, teasing your way through his temper. As you pushed your thong to the side, his eyes lit up, sending a new load of dopamine through his body, ready for what was going to happened next. You grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against your dripping wet core, spreading your juices between your folds. Teasing both of you with your movements, you started grinding your exposed sexuality against his, massaging your pulsating nerve bud. Groans and moans filled the room. As you leaned down, inches away from his face, his hot breath whipped your face sending goosebumps all over you body. His eyes were filled with the want to feel all of you, he needed you more than anything, so he pressed his lips on yours, closing the gap between you. He licked your bottom lip, requesting admission. Slightly parting your lips, you grant him inlet, feeling a courious, wet tongue exploring your mouth. Both of you fought for the dominance, with the result of Bakugou winning.

Fustrated, you pulled away, taking his member into you hand again, slowly sliding down on him, feeling every inch of him, filling you. Again, a song of moans and groans chimed, givin you a feeling of euphoria.

,,Oh, D-daddy", you sighed digging you nails into his chest, still covered with his shirt as you started to roll your hips on his cock. ,,Yes baby, grind on daddy's cock. just like that", he groaned in pleasure, watching the beautiful woman on him grinding herself on him to find her own pleasure like the naughty girl she was.

,,F-fuck! Faster", he begged ,,No.", you answered cold throwing your head back in pleasure while seductively biting your bottom lip, as you rubbed your aching pleasure pearl. Your moans sounded like music to Bakugou, wanting to fuck you harder to hear even more of it. He pulled his wrist, trying to break the handcuffs. You noticed his attempt on freeing himself and got nervous. Bakugou was definitely strong enough to rip those cheap handcuffs apart, making you wonder, why didn't attempt it earlier.

,,Stop, what are you doing?", you asked, still bouncing up and down on his cock. ,,What do you think I'm doing?", he shot back, constantly pulling on the handcuffs. ,,No, stop! It's my turn to fuck you til you cum. You promised!", you said as you stopped fucking yourself on him, afraid of him succeeding in breaking free.

,,Fuck that. Fuck all of that. Fuck the promises. Fuck you, loosing your control whenever I fuck you, so hard , that all. You can do is moan like my little slut!", he hissed, finally breaking the cuffs. You swallowed hard, as he send you a dark mischievous smile, causing goosebumps on your skin. Before you could react, he'd flipped you around, making you squeal, as he towered over you placing his hands left and right next to your head, making it impossible for you to escape.

,,So, who is in charge now?", he grunted. Shocked you didn't know how to react. You lost all your power over him with one snap turning back to your submissive mindset for him.

,,Why aren't you saying anything, babygirl? Is it your ego?", he kept provoking ,,You've been a very bad girl today and bad girls should get a fair punishment, shouldn't they?"

You didn't know what to say, until Bakugou flipped you on your knees with one hand movement. ,,I'm sorry, Katsuki!", you pleaded but in vain. ,,Uh uh, I don't wanna hear none of that shit. All I want you to do is to moan for me", he muttered low, the smile in his face audible. He was happy to be in charge again and taking what's his, as he should've done a long time ago. ,,Making anybody here beg is my job." He got off the bed and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Not a second later you felt his hard cock ramming inside of your heat, unleashing a loud screech. Although you two had sex before, his length and thickness was always a lot for you to take in

You yelled out in pain and pleasure at the same time, as he began to relentlessly push in and out of you with no mercy. His grunts and groans making you feel hotter by every second. Bakugou arched your back and grabbed a full fist of your hair, pulling your head towards him. His cock endlessly ramming your vagina, increasing the amount of juices in your core.

Stickiness, moans, skin on skin clapping together. All of those were sounds together, sounded like his personal anthem from you to him. He relished to see you squirm but still enjoying yourself, due to his work.

Tears of pleasure rolled down you cheeks. His roughness and dirty words turning you on so much, to the extent of you feeling like you're going to explode.

,,Fuck, Katsuki...p-please c-can I cum?", you stuttered, as you felt a knot building up in your stomach.

,,What do think this is, baby girl? The welfare? Don't you dare cummkng until I tell you so and if you do...", he toughly rammed his dick inside of you, hitting your g-spot, as he listened to your content moan in response ,,I will fuck you even harder than this."

His words made your abdomen clench together. If he kept on dirty talking to you like that, you would definitely lose it all and cum before you could notice. Bakugou slowed his pace as he pulled himself out of you, causing you to whine at the emptiness he left.

He released your hair and flipped you on you back again, before kneeling down, placing his head between your soft thighs.

Breathing's echoed through the room, one heavier than the other.

,,Tch, thinking I will pity you after being such a bad girl is very dumb of you", he grunted, his breath cooling down your aching bottom.

He started to licking and biting his way down the soft flesh of you inner thigh, skipping the place you needed his affection the most, as he continued the same motions upwards on the other thigh.

,,Please, daddy!", you begged, impatient to finally feel his tongue on your core.

,,Please what?", he digged deeper. He drove yo nuts, knowing exactly what you wanted.

,,Please eat my pussy, til I beg you to let me cum", you whined almost crying as you couldn't handle the amount of arousal in your body.

,,So sumbissive", he grinned cocky, before he passionately began to make out with you lower body. You felt his tongue flicking and twisting around you clit sucking on your little nerve bud. Your body was burning due to excitement, setting you on fire. Bakugou pushed his tongue inside of you, drilling all your juices out of you.

You were a moaning mess. You grabbed his hair to get some hold pulling on his blonde spikes, causing him to grunt and sending vibrations against your core.

,,Oh, yes! That feels so good, daddy please don't stop!", you moaned heavily, unable to arrange you thoughts. It felt magical to you. The way he twirled and curled his tong inside of you, soon caused the knot to reappear in your stomach. You pushed your hips further in his face moaning for release.

,,Don't forget not to cum, baby girl", he muttered throaty, pulling you back into reality.

,,Katsuki, I can't take it anymore."

,,Do I look like I give a fuck?", he asked ironically, continuing to taste all of your sweetness.

,,Mmh, you taste so good", he whispered satisfied ,,but I really wanna cum inside of you today", he grinned, piercing his eyes through yours as he propped himself up, pulling your abdomen closer to him.

He inserted his length into you, grunting throaty. This time he gave you a little, to adjust before he started moving his hips.

He grabbed your wrist and pinned them left and right to your bed, looking you deep in the eyes.

The innocent shine in your eyes, being the engine of his hip movements, increasing his pace of fucking you.

,,Katsuki..." Your voice a quiet whisper, bouncing off of his skin as he hungrily pushed his lips on yours, making you taste your sweet angle dust on his tongue.

The kiss was more passionate and intense, being the last straw to push both of you over the edge.

He quickened his pace once more, continuously hitting you G-Spot. You tilted your head to the side as you moaned out of breath pleading for release.

,,Please can I cum, please daddy I can't take it any longer!"

,,Cum." As you heard the magic letters rolling off his tongue, you didn't hesitate, turning into a squirming, quivering mess under him, moaning loudly as your high rolled over you. Clenching around his shaft, you began to milk Bakugou, who came seconds after you, easing himself in you. He slowly rode out both of your highs, before he collapsed on top of you, burying his face on the crook of your neck. His length still inside of you.

,,Katsuki, the rag on the nightstand", you mumbled out of breath, signaling him to pass it to you.

He turned his head to the side and chuckled.

,,You really thought about everything, didn't you?", he asked as he wiped away the cum from your entrance.

,,Yeah, well almost. I forgot to calculate in your strength", you giggled as a cocky smile covered his face.

,,Just „the best in everything" things."

#mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha midoriya #bnha todoroki #bnha deku #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha #my hero academia #mha todoroki #mha izuku #my hero academy fanfiction #mha smut

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randomoranges · 4 years ago

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idk i woke up with this dumb silly idea and just had to write it.

Christmas Shenanigans

Mid-late December 2020

Edward doesn’t necessarily regret every action that has led him to live the last few weeks, but he really wishes he would have thought things through and realised that he was putting two pranksters together when Étienne came back and Calvin drove up a few weeks later.

Now, he loves them both fiercely and he’s very happy that he gets to spend the holidays with them, but he had not calculated the increasingly alarming number of practical jokes both Étienne and Calvin would attempt to play on him. He’s obviously quite glad that Étienne’s mood has gone from closed off depressed lump to cheerful and teasing, no questions asked there, he had been very genuinely worried, and he’s naturally pleased to see that Calvin and Étienne are getting along, but he had not ever expected whatever truce and alliance they had formed seemingly overnight.

Of all the stupid and childlike boyish tricks they had chosen, they had to settle on the Elf on a Shelf shenanigans and on placing mistletoe branches seemingly everywhere.

For starters, the elf had started as just another ornament Edward had taken out of a box.

It had never ever been meant for mischief. He had never used it as such. Calvin had never even suggested it.

And then Étienne, his wonderful, darling, Étienne, had had the misfortune of sharing a video to the both of them of a silly elf joke some poor sap had shared on social media.

The joke had been funny, he’ll admit that much.

But then, as if the clogs churning in both of Étienne’s and Calvin’s head had clicked at the same time, they had looked at each other and grinned in that very mischievous way of theirs that had made Edward just a little bit weary.

He could deal with Étienne’s wild ideas. He was well versed in Calvin’s crazy plans. But both together? Utter chaos.

Apparently, Calvin and Étienne had agreed that the best way to honour the Elf on the Shelf tradition was to surprise Edward with the elf, somewhere, anywhere, when he least expected it, every day until who even knew when. They hadn’t gone the normal, cute way. Nope. Edward had once found the elf in the microwave, sitting on a plastic toilet, holding up a newspaper and that would have been fine, had it not been for the foul smell that came along with it. (It had only been some cleverly hidden boiled broccoli, but still.)

Then, another time, Edward had gone to put his boots, and the damned elf had been “sleeping” in his boot. It had been like stepping on a Lego brick, but worse, somehow. (And the elf hadn’t even been damaged.)

Another time, Edward had gone to scoop some ice cream out of the container and somehow the cursed elf had been in a plastic bag, in the container, waiting for him, plastic smile in place.

And it went on. And on. Every day. Every god damned day, he never knew where the blasted elf would be, and every time he ended up finding it, it would be to raucous laughter from both Étienne and Calvin, who somehow or other always happened to be around when he found the elf, while he cursed and threatened to kick the both of them out. (He would never. Deep down – very deep down, he was very pleased that they were getting along, he would have just wished that they’d found something else to bond over.)

He tried retaliating, but – he apparently lacked the ideas. He’d even offered to form an alliance with Calvin, who had laughed in his face and Étienne had politely declined saying that his reactions were too good to pass up on.

Rude. The both of them.

And then.

And then came the other thing. The blasted mistletoe branches that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It was as if Étienne and Calvin had randomly decided to see how many times in one day they could each manage to get Edward under the sprig of greenery for a kiss.

The first few times he’d thought it was cute. Because it had been. They’d been subtle then. Conveniently putting up a branch over the door and then calling him over. Only to be shyly told “look, mistletoe” and Edward had actually melted at it because it was sweet and cute. And of course he’d give his boyfriend a kiss.

Until he caught on.

Until they started getting obnoxious about it.

And – okay, he still thought it was endearing and, honestly, he didn’t really mind. Who the hell was he to say no to kisses? His two boyfriends were perpetually finding clever ways to trap him under the mistletoe to get kisses from him. Why would he say no to that?

The issue was – the issue was that – actually, what was his issue with that?

The issue was that he had to keep up pretenses that he was “annoyed” because the more “annoyed” he seemed, the more gleeful Calvin and Étienne got and the crazier their next tactic was. (And honestly, it was interesting to see how far they were pushing their creativity with this.)

So he played along.

Until now.

It seemed the universe was finally cutting him a break and oh, this ought to be really, really good.

Étienne and Calvin stand beneath a sprig of mistletoe that one of them has forgotten to remove from earlier in the week and they have not realised it yet but he has. He’s a few feet away from the door where the mistletoe is and honestly, it’s a coincidence he’s even seen it.

But this is his moment. He feels as though these past few weeks have led up to this. A glorious, crowning moment and it is his for the taking.

“Hey,” He says and both Étienne and Calvin stop the conversation they’rehaving from the threshold of the door they’d been standing underneath and look at him, “Mistletoe!” He says, jubilant, as he points to a spot above their heads. He watches with great satisfaction as they both freeze, mirror expressions of shock on their faces, and then look up, slowly, realisation crashing onto them.

This is pure chaotic cinema. He loves it.

Calvin’s shock is quickly replaced by panic of some sorts as his cheeks turn bright red and he sputters his way through a sentence Edward doesn’t really quite get.

Étienne, meanwhile, still looks surprised and a little unsure as to what he’s supposed to do next, calculating the right course of action.

Edward stands and watches infinitively curious as to what will happen next. He’s honestly intrigued.

“It’s just a kiss, Calvin, come on,” Étienne tells him as Calvin’s cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. “This wouldn’t be the weirdest thing ever to happen to me. Just a peck on the cheek.”

“I – yeah, okay – yeah, cheek is fine. I’ve done that before. Heck, I kissed your cheek before as well!” He laughs, nervously, and it’s endearing, really.

Étienne rolls his eyes and Edward is convinced that it’s even a little bit fond. “It’s tradition,” He reminds them, still very exuberant that the situation is reversed. How many times have they both told him that every time they’d managed to get him under the mistletoe? Now it’s his turn.

“Right, tradition,” Calvin says and tries to settle his nerves.

“Oh, come on, it’s just a peck.” Étienne says as he gets on his tippy toes and makes to pull Calvin down to get it done and over with, but then the greatest thing happens just as Étienne is about to kiss Calvin’s cheek.

The telephone rings, startling everyone, but mostly Mercury, who barks, and her bark startles Calvin, who turns his head in the opposite direction, surprised by the noise, and so Étienne finds himself kissing Calvin on the lips as opposed to his cheek.

Time, Edward swears, stands still for a second or maybe more.

He had never expected this but he is not complaining. At all. (No one needs to know, thank you very much.)

There’s a little moment of silence that accompanies this extraordinary event and when finally Étienne steps down, Calvin, if possible, looks even more flustered, while Étienne, the absolute mad man, smirks and then winks at Calvin.

“Not bad, McCall, was that a bit of tongue I sensed at the end?”

Edward has no idea what’s going on, but he is living for it.

Calvin sputters and tries to regain some sort of dignity, but his entire face betrays him, “It was not! I have no idea what you’re on about, Maisonneuve.”

Étienne laughs, that teasing laugh of his and it’s such a pleasure to have it not directed at him for once, “You know, if you wanted to make out with me you just had to ask.”

Edward isn’t sure if this is Étienne’s go to deflection or if he’s being serious, but he’s not about to question it. Not now anyways. This is a magical moment and he does not want to ruin it.

“Yeah – well, maybe if your lips weren’t so smooth –” Calvin cuts himself off before he can say anything more embarrassing and Étienne offers him a kinder smile.

“It’s okay; it was just a kiss – don’t worry about it.” Calvin looks relieved, but then Étienne goes and delivers the final blow to poor Calvin’s heart, “Although, it wasn’t bad, wouldn’t say no to another, if ever,” He winks at Calvin and then saunters – Edward is convinced it’s a saunter – away and goes to find Mercury, calling her over for a walk. On the way towards the entrance, Étienne stops for a fraction of a second by him and smirks, before continuing on.

Edward has no idea what just happened or what game Étienne really is playing at. In fact, he’s not even sure if he hasn’t just hallucinated all of this, but – he’s not about to complain.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #pc: calgary #calvin BRISEBOIS LOL #calvin something #gary #pc: gary #étienne maisonneuve #edward murphy #fic #projocanondoko #xmas fic bonanza 2020

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charliexhaeya · 5 years ago

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Charlie Hae // Intro ☼

( lee felix ♡ twenty one ♡ cismale ♡ he/him ) I just heard CHARLIE HAE blasting to HAPPINESS by PENTAGON ! I mean , it's not surprising . the squad knows them as THE SUNSHINE , since they're JUBILANT & FOOLISH … maybe that's because they're a huge VIRGO . on a good day , you'll find them at CENTRAL PARK . let's hope to see more of them ! ( backy ♡ 25 ♡ she/her ) Hello!! My name is Backy and this is my sunshine Charlie. He’s a new muse of mine so please bear with me while I work out the kinks! Allons-y! ☼

☀️ The Basics ☀️ ☼ Full Name: Charlie Hae (The Sunshine) ☼ Talent claim / Faceclaim: Lee Felix ☼ Age: 21 ☼ Birthday: September 15 ☼ Languages: English, minimal Korean ☼ Occupation: Baker @ tbd ☼ Hobbies: Walking in the park, taking naps in the sunshine, baking, volunteering at the animal shelter, petting dogs, playing video games, dancing

☼ Zodiac: Virgo ☼ Sexuality: Pansexual ☼ Drinking, smoking, drugs: Yes, no, no ☼ Likes: The sun!!, cupcakes, flowers, tea, sweet food, cuddling, warm blankets, soft snow, crunchy leaves ☼ Dislikes: Sour food, the dark, spiders, fighting, loud noises, overcast weather ☼ Random HCs: Freckles!!, deep af aussie voice (the duality), loves wearing big soft sweaters (sweater paws!), actually randomly competitive and will kick your ass at video games, a pacifist but not as defenseless as he looks (might kick your ass physically too idk)

☀️ The Personality ☀️ ☼ Jubilant: Always happy about something!! Gets really excited about the small things in life like little flowers growing from the sidewalk or that small patch of sunlight that shines through his window in the morning. Usually excited and has lots of energy just like the sun itself. Wants to spread his happiness and joy with everyone so expect lots of impromptu dancing and smiles. ☼ Caring: Loves his friends and is always trying to take care of them. Usually by bringing around baked good from the bakery or trying to cheer people up with good vibes. So reliable! Will absolutely love on you and try to help in whatever way he can. Maybe not so good at giving advice but will listen no matter what! ☼ Affectionate: Touchy & Cuddly!! Gives good hugs and always wants to be in other peoples’ personal space. Loves holding hands and getting piggyback rides. Just wants to be friends with everyone! Very #soft vibes when he’s not totally wound up.

☼ Clumsy: Always has scrapped knees or cuts on his fingers from trying to do kitchen things. He can bake like no tomorrow but it’s better not to let him near sharp things like knives or blenders. Should be supervised at all times and someone should make sure his shoes are tied properly before he leaves the house to prevent tripping (even if he probably will anyway). Has a horrible sense of balance unless he’s dancing. ☼ Foolish: Heckin’ gullible. Will believe anything you tell him probably but also kind of dense and can’t take a hint. Asks a lot of dumb questions but he just wants to learn!! Really loves life and wants to always believe that people have good intentions even when they definitely don’t. Has probably been the victim of a phone scam or five. ☼ Emotional: Really takes everything to heart and even though he’s good at pretending to be happy 24/7 sometimes he gets really sad if he thinks someone might dislike him or gets too aggressive with him. He really hates it when people fight and will probably blame himself even if he did nothing wrong. Doesn’t like to burden other people with his emotions but might start crying if he gets overwhelmed or hurt and might get homesick sometimes!

☀️ The History ☀️ ☼ o1. Okay gonna keep this short cuz it’s really not that important but Australian!! Has three older sisters and that honestly explains a lot. Grew up mostly playing with them and never really questioning that he wasn’t like the other boys. Not really one for the rough and tumble and kinda got bullied for it but his sisters beat the shit out of his aggressors anyways so. ☼ o2. He moved to New York to go to art school but dropped out because he realized he liked baking better. Besides, he was kinda failing but don’t tell his parents that (He couldn’t keep up with the theory). Now he’s a head baker at the bakery and even though he doesn’t make a lot of money he’s pretty happy with it! Spends most of the day designing cute cupcakes and making cakes for clients and weddings! He loves weddings.

☀️ The Wanted Connections ☀️ ☼ The Sun & The Moon – Someone with a total opposite personality!! Maybe awkward at first, maybe they don’t get along at all but eventually they’re two sides of the same coin. Taken by Micah (Miki // Future Ship!) ☼ Pseudo-Sister – Someone who reminds him of his sisters & protects him (even if he probably can protect himself). He’s kind of imprinted on her like a baby duck. In reality they’re actually really great friends (besties even!) just with a sibling type of relationship. Taken by Sunny (Gina // Soft spot!)

☼ BFFL – Just as it says! His ride or die, his platonic soulmate, the peanut butter to his jelly. We can work out the deets later! Taken by Miyo (Aly // Clumsy babies!), Doyun (Isa // BroTP!) ☼ Annoyed Protector – Someone who’s annoyed by Charlie but also soft for him at the same time. Might bully him a bit but if anyone else does it? Heaven forbid. Taken by Oliver (Miki // Hajima)

☼ First Aid – Someone who knows Charlie is a big dumb and will probably hurt himself on any given outing. Always has some band aids handy and makes sure he ties his shoes so he doesn’t trip!! Pretty much his mom friend, even if it is begrudgingly. Taken by Micah (Miki // Future Ship!)

☼ Emotional Confidant – Even though he cries easily, he tries not to. Someone who could comfort him!! Who he can rant to and let it all out with? He might be sunshine incarnate but he’s still a human with some very real emotions! Taken by Aiden (Isa // Big brother figure!), Doyun (Isa // BroTP!)

☼ Platonic Cuddles – Pretty self-explanatory but cuddling with no meaning behind it. Honestly none of you are safe anyway whether you sign up or not.

☼ Bad Influence – Someone who gets him to do “bad” things like getting shit faced and stuff. He loves dancing but is not sure about clubs and things like that. Kind of like a party sensei I guess.

☼ Flings? – I feel like he’s the type to be an angel in the streets but a devil in the sheets. Don’t let his cute and innocent look fool you! This boy is long past innocent. Taken by Dae (Aly // Exes on good terms!)

These are just some more specific plots I had in mind but totally willing to brainstorm other things if you’re not vibing with any of these! I’d love some other types of romance plots too (I’m just bad at thinking of them) and maybe some other types of friendship plots!

#nyhq:intro #intro #c: charlie

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iknownothingihearnothing · 6 years ago

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Game of Thrones 8.6 “The Iron Throne”

Well, our watch is over.

I don’t know how to feel, considering this entire season was very up and down and all over the place. Not to mention extremely whiplash-inducing. From Jaime’s whole show arc meaning zip to Daenerys’ roller coaster descent into the “Burn It All” Mad Queen to Cersei’s boring death, season 8 as a whole was NOT GREAT, BOB.

There were a few decent moments in the finale though. Sansa was crowned Queen in the North, so that was awesome. Drogon’s “but mama, wake up!” moment broke my damn heart. Ghost finally got his good boi snuggles.

But overall? Yeesh.

‘Kay, let’s try not to boo and hiss when the “Executive produced and written by David Benioff and D.B. Weiss” credit flashes across the screen.

Try.

As the finale opens, Tyrion is seen wandering through the desecrated streets of King’s Landing, dumbfounded that the Queen he (and many of us) believed in actually did this crap.

He separates from the others while Jon, Davos, and Co. locate Grey Worm about to commit some post-surrender slaughter of some Lannister army soldiers, in the name of the new Queen. Davos suggests he and Jon go speak with Dany while Grey Worm continues his slaughterin’.

If there is one thing you can say for Torgo Nudho, it’s that he’s fiercely loyal.

Tyrion meanders to the crumbling remains of the Red Keep, heads right for the basement, presumably with his fingers and toesies crossed, and realizes the escape to the beachhead where he’d stored his little dinghy is blocked by a rock wall. So he heads to one of the few piles of bricks on the floor and lo and behold--

Really, Cersei and Jaime look more like they are in the middle of a good nap. And there aren’t that many brick piles on the floor. Like they could’ve moved somewhere else in the basement and avoided dying but yanno, plot.

Arya’s picking through the fire-lined streets of King’s Queen’s Landing until she eventually comes to the town square...place. The Redkeepplatz? Der Rotenwohnturmplatz? Where she spies some jubilant Dothraki playing with their horsies. They won, they’re feeling (temporarily) awesome.

Of course, GoT is legally contracted to never go more than a scene or two without featuring the brooding face of Jon Snow, which it does, as he climbs up the stairs leading to Der Roten Wohnturm. Naturally, the gold and red lion banners of the Lannisters have been removed (and likely thrown into a corner somewhere for the Dothraki horses to poop on) and in their place is one big Targaryen one.

Rather reminiscent of a dog pissing on a fire hydrant, is it not?

So Brooding Jon and his wolfhead cane (I am still pissed that he didn’t beat off any errant Dead with it, I must say) climb up the steps under Grey Worm’s disapproving eye--remember, Jon has been kinda against slaughterin’ Lannister soldiers who already surrendered to which Grey Worm is all *Pikachu gasp face*--to meet his Queen/sort of girlfriend/aunt, who makes her grand entrance like this:

Fabulous, dahlink! Dany is like a catwalk walker at a high-high-fashion Milan event. In fact, if Versace or John Paul doesn’t hire Emilia Clarke to recreate just this moment for the next Fashion Week (yanno, the one at Milan or Paris or New York, not at, like, Tallahassee Fashion Week), I will not buy any more of their products. Not that I could before.

No, she didn’t paste dragon wings to her back. It’s just Drogon. But the shot sure looks cool!

Daenerys catwalks out to her adoring public--quite a lot of adoring public.

Srsly. I thought from the glimpse of trailer that all those soldiers were, idk, surrendered Lannister Army who’d sworn fealty or something. Weren’t most of her forces annihilated during the Battle of Winterfell? There were certainly not this many after Drogon Dracarysed the crap out of the K.L. gates and they burst into the city walls.

There is raucous cheering and whooping...from the Dothraki. The Unsullied just sort of stand there and bang their poles against the ground because they are boring.

Dany gives a rousing speech about the Dothraki being the blood of her blood, they kept all her promises to her, defeated her enemies, blah blah, and Drogon roars as if it is a football game.

She makes Grey Worm her Master of War, which he kinda was all this time, just now it’s official. I guess he gets better pay now.

Dany switches tongues and addresses the Unsullied in High Valyrian. The Dothraki are there like “Dafuq is she talking about?” Just as the Unsullied were before. She calls them “liberators”.

Audience:

You should really stop using that word, Dany. English teachers would red-pen all over this essay.

Dany continues in her exuberant High Valyrian that they will not stop until every man, woman, and child in the world, from Winterfell to Dorne and Lannisport to Qarth, has experienced her flavor of “mercy”.

Arya’s in the back watching like--

Is it me or is this victory speech rather...”Hitler giving a rousing oration at a Nazi rally” esque?

Arya may not be loving this but the Unsullied, with their *tap tap* and the Dothraki excitedly raising their Arakhs and Scimitars in glee, sure do. Tho idk exactly what has the Dothraki so riled up. Dany’s still speaking High Valyrian; they have no idea what she’s saying.

Tyrion is not happy with Dany either. Probably because she killed his brother and burned a shitload of people. He walks up to her as she winds up her Hitlerish speech and she looks at him with some of that ice borrowed from the North. In English, she accuses him of committing treason for freeing Jaime. He in turn meets her gaze and throws away his Hand to the Queen pin.

Dany orders Tyrion taken away, presumably to be Dracarysed. And Jon is watching all this happening like this:

We’ve all done it, don’t lie. “I know he has a swastika tattoo on his face but he’s only a Nazi on the weekends!”

Dany meets his gaze silently telling him to “respect mah authoritah”--

--and she walks away with Unsullied flanking her. I am not sure where to. Half of the Red Keep is in ruins.

As Jon watches, Arya appears beside him like a ghost. He asks her what she is doing here and what happened and the audience goes in tandem--

What do you think happened, Jon?! Your girlfriend torched the city. Arya’s there in the city. You think she magically poofed there covered in dirt?

You still know nothing, Jon Snow.

Arya confesses that she came to kill Cersei, who of course died the most boring and undeserving death. Her presence right now is solely to remind Jon that Dany knows his true name and heritage and because of that he will always be a threat to her.

Jon goes to visit Tyrion in isolation--handing over his cane, which for a second I thought was an umbrella; I now think every Great House should have a House Umbrella--and the first thing he asks is thus:

Tyrion is disappoint but thanks Jon for coming to see him anyway. It is ironic, he pontificates. He is the one who told Dany of Varys’ treasonous acts and now he’s getting the Drac for the same thing. Well now Varys’ ashes can say “I told you so”. He then asks Jon if there is life after death. Cus, you know, Jon would know. But Jon does not remember any. Tyrion is relieved. Oblivion is all he can hope for after choking Shae, shooting Daddy Tywin with a crossbow, and betraying Dany.

And he is prettttttttyyyy sure the war ain’t over. Dany will go on “liberating” until everyone is “free”--and of course by “free” I mean either loyal or barbecued.

Jon is checked in at Justification Station:

Tyrion asks him if he would’ve done it. After all, he’d been on the dragon’s back before. Jon stutters that he doesn’t know but Tyrion, and all of us, know he would not have. Tyrion is probably speaking to the same portion of the audience who loves Dany when he bites out that “Everywhere she goes, evil men die and we cheer her for it” and that portion, of which I count myself, reply--

Why wouldn’t we? When she Dracarysed those assholes at Astapor, I fistpumped like Pauly D.

Jon slumps down on a nearby stool. “Love is the death of duty” Maester Aemon said long ago. But, Tyrion posits, maybe duty is the death of love. Jon always tried to do the right thing by the people. Who is the biggest threat to the people now?

Tyrion knows that he’s asking Jon to do a horrible thing, but it’s the right thing. After all, Jon is the most dangerous person in the world to her, being the rightful heir. Alas, Jon stutters that it’s Dany’s decision as Queen, I guess whether to kill him or not, tells Tyrion he’s sorry he’s gon’ be Dracarysed, and is about to leave when Tyrion tries one last ditch by bringing up Sansa and Arya. They’ll never be loyal to Dany, and Jon will have to choose.

With lots to think about, Jon goes to confront Dany, who is prowling around the mess she made of the Red Keep. Drogon, as always, is faithfully standing guard beneath a pile of ash. Or is it snow? Is there snow in the capital? Questions.

Inside (I...guess?), Dany ventures into the once glorious throne room, which now looks like this:

Hope you have a good Master of Coin in mind, Dany.

The new Queen is stunned and delighted about finally coming face to face with the Iron Throne.

Yes. Hundreds of swords all melded together sounds fabulous for my back. Why does everyone want to sit in this thing so badly?

That is when Jon shows up. He begs Dany to spare the lives of the remaining Lannister prisoners. Tyrion from the impending doom of the dragon’s breath. Dany shakes her head. They cannot get by on “small mercies” when there is a whole world who needs...mercy. It will be a good world, she insists. She will make Jon see that it will be a good world.

He asks about everyone else. The people who “don’t know what’s good”. Dany’s reply: “They don’t get to choose.”

Dany wraps Jon in her arms and demands he be with her because they’re fated, they’ll break the wheel together, blah blah

And for a moment, just a moment, it almost appears to be working. They kiss passionately, there’s a glint of metal, Dany looks shocked. And then...

Yeah, I didn’t spoil myself, though the season eight plots were easily accessible on Reddit. Probably posted by an annoyed PA who is firmly in the “this season blew” camp. In fact, I am willing to bet it’s the same guy who left The Cup in 8.4. He did it on purpose.

But still, though I had a feeling Daenerys would not make it out of the finale alive, I was not prepared. It makes total sense for Jon to ultimately kill Dany, as he is the only one who could get close enough to her to do it aside from Grey Worm, who would never, and, of course, Drogon. There is a poetic irony to having the man who loves her ultimately be her end.

And yet...

Poor Jon. Two girlfriends, both dead.

As Jon cradles her, Drogon starts creepin’. His dragon senses tell him that something’s happened to his mommy. Jon lays his deceased lady love on the floor and Drogon creeps up behind him, scaring the pants off him. He pads over to Dany’s inert body, trying to wake her up.

All together now:

I literally aww’d out loud when I first watched this. Twice. On Twitter, people have likened this scene to Simba pawing at a deceased Mufasa after the wildebeest stampede in The Lion King. It’s pretty reminiscent. “Mom? Mom? Wake up, we got the Iron Throne now!”

Realizing that his mama really is dead, Drogon is not happy. He growls at Jon, rears up, and fire swirls at the back of his throat. Jon, for his part, remains stoic. I suppose he thinks he deserves this after becoming a Queenslayer.

But Drogon spares him, perhaps unable to harm a Targaryen? Instead, he takes his ire out on the ironically defenseless throne made of dead men’s swords.

He melts the fuck out of that throne until it’s nothing but molted metal. No one entirely knows why, but two theories are prevalent. One, that Drogon understood that it was really the Iron Throne that killed his mother in the end, her ambition to lead, and not Jon. Dragons are supposed to be incredibly intelligent. And two, as Leslie Jones put it, “If my mama can’t have it, ain’t nobody having it!”

Once the evil pointy chair is gone, Drogon cradles Dany’s body in his talons and flies away with her.

And I’m dead.

Oh, I’m so sad for Drogon. First the Night King took Viserion. Then, Captain Underpants shot down Rhaegal. Now his mom’s gone.

I want to hug him.

The next day, Grey Worm and Co. come for Tyrion, but instead of being Dracarysed, he’s led to the Dragonpit, where various heads of Great Houses are assembled to discuss What To Do Now--yanno, that Jon Snow killed the Queen. Yara wants him dead, as well as the Prince of Dorne. Arya threatens to cut her throat if she says that again. Davos, as usual, is the voice of reason. He tries to bribe Grey Worm with the Reach but the Unsullied do not want payment; they want justice.

Tyrion says it’s not for Grey Worm to decide, and Grey Worm is pissed. But it’s for their King or Queen to decide, and the powerful people before him must pick one.

Grey Worm’s like--

He is not all in on this idea but he’s gonna humor it.

Sam starts to suggest democracy but everyone’s like LOL.

Edmure Tully, aka Tobias Menzies, aka Frank/Black Jack Randall on Outlander, who we haven’t seen since season six, rises and attempts to make a case for himself being named King. Sansa has no time for his antics.

Burn after reading, Edmure.

Honestly, I’d have preferred this side character we haven’t seen for two seasons over the guy they actually picked. Tyrion, who, I may remind, is the prisoner here, makes a case that the best man/woman (it’s a man) for the job is someone with “the best story”. Okay, cool, I can get behind that.

And then he says, “Who has a better story than Bran Stark?”

Uh...

Let’s see, of the remaining nobles, Sansa has overcome a shitload of adversity to become a really kickass, strong leader of her House, Arya was raised a spoiled little girl and could’ve lived off that but instead threw all those trappings aside to transform into a literal assassin, Brienne is now the first woman knight in all of Westeros, Tyrion went against his House to support a southern Queen and survived a false accusation of poisoning his nephew by his sister, Sam was sentenced to the Night’s Watch by his jackass of a father only to find love, family, and survive the Battle of Winterfell, Yara was kidnapped by her pirate uncle, lost her brother, and is now Queen of the Iron Islands, and Jon, well Jon, what didn’t Jon fucking do?

Bran was carried around by the poor dude whose head he fucked with for a few years and spent this season being an unemotional robot.

Tyrion asks Bran if he’s up to the role and Bran replies--

.....!

............!!!!!!!!

WHAT HAPPENED TO “I CAN’T BE THE LORD OF WINTERFELL, I’M THE THREE-EYED RAVEN”?! Even Isaac Hempstead-Wright said when he originally got the script, he thought it was a joke.

We’re supposed to believe he is not up to the task of lording Winterfell but the Seven Kingdoms? No problem.

I’m sorry, the Six Kingdoms. Sansa will not agree to appoint Bran King unless he gives the North independence, which he does.

Six Kingdoms does not sound as good, y’all.

Bran’s a Six Chick now.

So everyone votes and the newfound oligarchy of Westeros toast to their new KingBot.

They call him Bran the Broken because every royal needs a nickname. It’s kind of insulting but I highly doubt Westeros was at all #woke.

I like my ideas better.

Bran makes Tyrion his Hand to make up for all his mistakes in the past, and Grey Worm bugs out because he’s a criminal and deserves justice. But Bran is now a KingBot and can do what he wants so there!

Tyrion, saved from execution, reports to a reckt-looking Jon that KingBot has decided to send him to the Night’s Watch, which still exists for some reason. He will take no wife, bore no children, etc, al., we’ve heard the spiel before.

Jon asks Tyrion if what they did was right because he feels like shit and Tyrion tells him to ask him again in ten years. So they don’t even know if killing Dany was a good thing or a bad thing.

As Jon ambles through the docks, he passes Grey Worm’s ship. One of the Unsullied lets him know in High Valyrian that all the men are on board and wistfully he nods his reply.

Naath, being of course, Missandei’s home. Grey Worm and the Unsullied are fulfilling a promise he made to Missandei before the Battle of Winterfell--that he would accompany her back home to protect her people from slavers. Now, sans Missandei, he is keeping that promise.

At the docks, Sansa asks Jon if he can forgive her. He is a better person than I because I would’ve been like--

Jon tells her the North has its independence because of her, they hug, and he moves onto Arya. She can’t visit him at the Night’s Watch because she is going on an adventure! She’s gonna start world-building. Arya the World-Builder!

She’s going west of Westeros. For the glory of the Starks and the North. Maybe start a colony there and push some indigenous people onto reservations.

Next, Jon goes down the line to bid goodbye to his new KingBot.

Seven Six Hells, it’s a good thing this is the finale because calling BranBot “Your Grace” and bending the knee to him will never not be super odd.

Jon tells him he’s sorry he wasn’t there when KingBot needed him and KingBot assures him he was exactly where he was supposed to be with that creepy blank face. Y’all may as well have installed HAL as King.

In the miraculously intact and debris-free Red Keep, the new Commander of the Kingsguard is searching through the Big Book of Westerosi Knights For Dummies--

--for Jaime’s entry, I guess to complete his story, and somehow she finds the wherewithal not to be catty.

There, Brienne. Fixed it for you.

At the small council table, Tyrion reverently sits in the seat of the Hand to the King while the rest of the council comes pouring in. Sam places a thick tome in front of Tyrion, and when he asks what it is, Sam proudly states that it’s A Song of Ice and Fire, a history of the wars following Robert’s Rebellion and death.

There isn’t much that takes me out of the experience more than mentioning the title of the show I’m watching. And although this is Game of Thrones, we all know it’s based on the ASoIaF book series.

By Archmaester Ebrose, eh? You sure it wasn’t, say, Archmaester Jyrge of House Martyn?

The in-universe AsoIaF doesn’t even mention Tyrion, which is hilarious.

Brienne and KingBot enter and everyone stands and calls him “Your Grace” and we snicker. At the table, the first thing KingBot does is ask about the missing Masters of Whisperers, Law, and War. And also where Drogon is. Sam says he is flying east but KingBot seems determined to find him.

What’s he gonna do, warg into Drogon? You leave that poor baby alone, KingBot! In a short time, he’s lost both his brothers and his mother. He’s totally alone. Don’t bother him no more!

#LeaveDrogonAlone!

Before Podrick, who is now Ser Podrick, takes him away, everyone stands to salute their KingBot.

Maybe I’m a broken record, but Bran being crowned King is like getting an A+ on the presentation when you spent the whole prep time playing Words With Friends on your phone.

When he leaves, the remaining small council members discuss rebuilding the armada and distributing wealth responsibly. Bronn has been named Lord of the Reach and is now Master of Coin. His first priority as such is--

Naturally.

Tyrion also comes to the conclusion that after extensive research into the sewers at Casterly Rock, clean water=healthy people.

No!

The camera slowly pulls out on our happy merry men (and woman) of the council so I guess that means that is the last time we will see them.

At Castle Black--

And so fast? Are all the builders in the North drinking Four Loko or what?

There, waiting, is Tormund, like he’s Leo at the end of Titanic. He knew Jon would be back. Because he’s “got the real North in him”.

In all corners of Westeros, the Starks are doin’ their thang. Arya is setting sail for places unknown, brandishing the Stark sigil.

Sansa is attending her coronation of Queen in the North after winning the Northern independence.

And Jon is among the wildlings at Castle Black. He seems to be searching for someone in particular amongst the throng.

And then, he finds him!

It’s Ghost! The goodest good boi in the wide world finally got his snuggles from his Daddy.

He deserves all the love and treats because he’s the best boi.

Yes, he is! Yes, he is!

The finale closes with Tormund and Jon leading the Free Folk into the woods. Hmm..

Is Jon destined to be the King Beyond the Wall now? We’ll never know for sure because the show is over. But there is always fanfiction.

I am reading one right now where Jon and Dany meet in Pentos before she is crowned Khaleesi. It’s good shit.

So, uh, pros: Sansa being crowned Queen in the North was awesome. She deserved it. I can see Arya as an explorer. Cons: KingBot. WHY?! I cannot see him being the “great king” the other characters think he will be. He has no emotion, which is why he is KingBot. The first thing he does upon calling to order his first small council meeting is wondering where the fuck Drogon is so he can kill him. And it’s not enough that he’s elsewhere in the east. KingBot has to warg into him or into something near him to get his exact location. Idkkk him being King is pretty absurd.

The finale was a week ago and I’m still in mourning for Dany. I’m in mourning for how fast the writers took her to Mad Queen status. I like the theory that Drogon is flying to Volantis to have Kinvara of the Red Priesthood revive her so that she can come back to Westeros and kick ass and take names.

In the meantime, and forevermore, the wheel keeps on spinning...

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Perfect Distractions

A/N: I’m a little down tbh because I wrote the first half of this chapter on the bus like I always do and it was about 2.5 pages, but then something went wrong with my OneDrive and absolutely none of it saved! I tried writing up an approximation of what I had before, which this is, but it ended up being only 1.5 pages and ahh idk I’m just a little upset about it.

The second half I absolutely love though! So there’s that LOL There’s my sob story of the week.

Claire doesn’t make a wish, Jamie has time-sensitive plans, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Thirteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Fourteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] Part Fifteen: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Part Fifteen: Found Time | Chapter 3

Just as Claire was waking up, Jamie burst into the room and flopped onto the bed next to her.

“Sassenach!” She didn’t know what time it was, but it was certainly too late to warrant his level of energy.

“Lass, are ye awake?” He shook her lightly. “C’mon!”

“C’mon?” She looked at him dubiously. “C’mon, where?”

“I’ve got a wee surprise for ye, but it’s a bit time-sensitive, aye?” His apparent excitement sped his speech up ten-fold as he insistently tugged on her hand. “Do ye need to dre—?” He gave her shorts and tank top a once over before shrugging. “Och, that should be fine, it’s warm enough outside. Now, let’s go!”

Curiously entranced by his haste, she began to ease herself out of the bed and yelped as he – once again – lifted her into his arms.

“Jamie! I told you I can walk perfectly fine!” But her protests had no visible effect on the wide grin between his deaf ears.

“It’s either carry you or the crutches down the stairs, in case ye need them, aye? And I’d much prefer you, mo nighean donn.”

He didn’t set her down until they got to the front door to pull their shoes on. Never releasing her hand, and – to her growing annoyance – never once answering her questions, he walked her through the courtyard and into one of the dark, rolling fields of Lallybroch.

Her recollection of that first midnight walk they’d shared was abruptly interrupted when she saw it.

There, amidst the vast expanse of grass below and stars above, was a blanket, a picnic basket, and one infuriating Scot settling down and patting beside him, urging her to do the same.

“What’s all this?” she said, dumbfounded.

“I thought ye’d ken a picnic when ye saw one,” he laughed, humming contently as she relented and snuggled up beside him. “I’ve barely seen ye these past few days, wee nocturnal thing ye’ve become. So, I thought I’d make up for lost time, aye?”

She pressed her nose into his shoulder, hiding her blush as she muttered, “You goddamn bloody romantic.”

“And cost-effective too,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her.

She propped her chin against him and wrinkled her nose, turning his chuckle into a full-blown laugh.

“I don’t understand what part of this was time-sensitive though.”

“Aye, right.” He sat up at that, checking his phone for the time before readjusting his hold around her.

“Any second now, Sassenach, ye’ll want to keep yer eyes trained that way.”

He pointed to the sky and Claire narrowed her eyes, trying to find whatever he was waiting for amongst the stars.

And then, with a flash, one star dislodged itself and arced through the sky. She gasped.

“A meteor?”

“A whole shower of them,” he replied with a grin. “Should be the densest fall of the year too.”

She looked up with delight, watching another one fly across the sky. In the corner of her eye, she’d noticed Jamie had ceased to watch the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighed.

“Aye.” His voice made her shiver despite the warmth of the night.

She rested her head onto his shoulder, listening to their shared heartbeat in the otherwise silent field.

“When ye were gone,” he started slowly, “I spent all my time imagining the things we could do over summer break, all the places I wanted to take ye. It felt like having ye there with me, picturing all the festivals in town we could go to, the fair that comes around this time of year…”

“I missed you too,” she said, kissing his shoulder then bringing a hand up to gently guide his gaze back to her. “Not just while I was away, but these past few days, waking up as you’re going to sleep.”

He leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

“But ye’re here now,” he said with a smile, leaning further to brush his lips past hers. “And we have the whole summer.”

She nodded, feeling heat ripple through her body as their lips gently met, completely disregarding the stars and the picnic basket.

But not so much, Jenny, whom they immediately heard walking up the hill.

“Do ye two no’ have a room to do this in?”

“My dear sister,” Jamie started, and Claire tried hard to hold back her laugh at the annoyed slant of his voice. “Might I ask what in the hell ye’re doing out here so late at night?”

“The stars dinna belong to only you, brother,” she said with a wink at Claire as she bent to set down another blanket close to theirs. “Ye’re looking better, Claire.”

“That’s because it’s just about breakfast time in Manila,” Claire replied with a smile, leaning back against Jamie and running a hand down his arm to soothe his grumbling.

Within minutes – and no shortage of gasps and whoops as the meteors picked up frequency – the whole Fraser-Murray clan had shown up. Ian and wee Jamie gave Claire a jubilant welcome, and Murtagh, an acknowledging nod, which Jamie assured her was just as jubilant.

“Glad to see ye in one piece,” Ian laughed, coming to sit next to Jenny. “The way Jamie was carrying about, we were afraid we’d have to foot an impromptu international flight.”

“Ach, shut it,” he said, throwing grass in Ian’s direction. “Whose side are ye on?”

Claire was just about to interject when two thin arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind, dislodging her from Jamie.

‘Welcome back, Mademoiselle!”

“Fergus!” She rose to her knees and turned to hug him, hyperaware of Jamie’s – hilarious – annoyance.

“It has been so boring without you, Mademoiselle Claire. You should have seen M’sieur!”

“That’s enough out of ye, laddie,” Jamie grunted and Claire laughed, seating Fergus comfortably between her knees.

“You must tell us all about your trip, Mademoiselle,” Fergus chirped, leaning his head back against her.

“Well, I actually met a clever little boy that reminded me a lot of you…” She’d said it without realizing and shot a look at Jamie, who was staring back just as surprised.

Then his expression melted into something indescribably heart breaking and heart warming at the same time.

He shifted next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm.

“Sorry, mo chridhe,” he whispered.

“For what?” she said quietly, knowing only he could hear her voice quiver.

“Among other things,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss her cheek, supporting and soothing all at once before she caught the glint in his eye, “I’m sorry our picnic got invaded.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she laughed, the twinge of pain in her heart slowly but surely ebbing away. “I was going to thank you.”

“Thank me?” he scoffed. “What for?”

She turned to him, pressing their foreheads together.

“For giving me a family to come home to.”

She couldn’t even count the seconds before his mouth was on hers and he didn’t relent till Fergus wriggled in her arms, retching in mock disgust.

Jamie chuckled, placing his whole hand atop Fergus’ head to turn the boy’s eyes back towards the sky.

“Eyes ahead, lad, it’s PG-13 over here.”

Claire could barely keep her lips on Jamie’s as she fought back laughs and smiles alike.

She was surrounded by family, made not by blood, but love just the same. And while the rest of the Frasers and Murrays made wishes on the falling stars, Claire knew she had nothing at all to ask for.

[End of Part 15]

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