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[ornithic]

i listened to deco 27 for the first time this week and i rlly like salamander, the vampire and zombies the most!! <3

[megameatymatt]

dad!matt and dad!chris is all i want in life

A Day with Dad - Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Chris is left at home with his two daughters

TW!: none really

Requested?: yes

A/N: feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ( im also very sorry if this sucks i don't read a lot of dad!chris or matt fics😭)

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You and Chris have finally started building the family you've dreamed of for so long. You have two daughters: Avery who has just turned 4, and Scarlet who is 1 year old. You and Chris couldn't be happier living this life, but Chris noticed you've started to become more tired and tense, so during summer break, when the kids were home. He planned a day out full of activities for you and your friends.

It was 8:30 in the morning and you were leaving the house to get to the Breakfast place Chris put in a reservation for. "I'll see you soon," you say as you grab your house keys. "Have fun baby" Chris says as he grabs your chin and kisses you. "I'm gonna miss my girls," You say thinking of their cute chubby little faces. "They'll be with the fun parent, they won't miss you one bit," Chris says with a sense of pride. You roll you're eyes and laugh. "Whatever, Chris, I love you." "I love you more baby", and with that, you're stepping into the car and driving off. Chris waits outside until the car has fully left his sight before heading back inside.

As soon as he steps inside, he hears crying. "Scarlet" He mutters under his breath before running up the stairs and into the girls' room. He turns on the light and lifts Scarlet out of her crib. As soon as she's in his arms, she quiets down.

"Good morning sunshine, how are you?" Chris' presence wakes up his second daughter Avery. "Daddy!" Avery squeaks, wrapping her arms around Chris's leg. "Hey, bunny. You're pretty happy today!" He says, setting Scarlet back down in her crib. "Ok girls, Mommy went out today so guess what? You're gonna be spending the day with the best dad in the world," He says pointing both his fingers towards him. The girls cheer and Chris laughs. "Let's start by making some chocolate chip pancakes!"

It didn't go as planned. Chris ended up burning the pancakes. So now the 3 of them sit in the Mc. Donald's drive-thru picking out items from the breakfast menu. "I can't believe we are having Mc. Donalds for breakfast, this is the best day ever!" Avery says, waving her arms in the air. "Technically, they're breakfast foods so it's healthy. Also please don't tell your mother" Avery laughs as Chris picks up the food from the window and drives back home.

It's 4:40 in the afternoon. Chris got Scarlet to take her nap, and somehow he ended up sitting in front of Avery while she braids his hair into pigtails. "Done!" she says, grinning ear to ear as she hands Chris a mirror. "Wow sunshine, I look amazing," Chris says holding back a laugh.

"Now tell me, what would you like for dinner?" Chris asks handing her back the mirror. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" Avery says jumping around. Chris sighs, "You sure you don't want something healthier sweetie?" Chris asks. "Healthy food sucks," Avery says crossing her arms. Chris lets out a chuckle. "How bout' we get pasta instead, huh sweetie. We've had a little too much fast food don't you think?" "with meatballs?" Avery asked. "With as many meatballs as you like princess," Chris says as he tickles Avery. Almost right after, Chris hears Scarlet cry again.

It's 11:30 and Chris and Avery have fallen asleep on the couch. Scarlet is in her crib, and Moana still playing on the TV. Keys jangle at the door before it finally unlocks. You walk into the living room and see Chris and and Avery snuggled up on the couch asleep, you smile and pull out your phone to take a picture. You tap Chris on the shoulder and he jolts up, then falls back down when he realizes it's just you. "hey baby, you're back" he says, flashing you a tired smile. "I am. How'd it go" "Let's just say i'm the favourite now" You laugh before taking a closer look at him. "What the hell happened to your hair?"

[thef1diary]

Little Big Blurb | 3

— Mother’s Day Special

Max and Isabella spoil you with love and breakfast

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wc: 1.1k

As you stir awake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the sweet scent of pancakes wafts into your room, gently coaxing you from sleep. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretch languidly, relishing the warmth of the cozy cocoon of blankets surrounding you.

You pat the other side of the bed, in hopes of feeling Max's sleeping body, but your hand is met with the softness of the blanket instead. You frown, squinting your eyes, realizing that you're alone in the room.

The realization dawns upon you—it's Mother's Day. Your heart swells with anticipation, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you imagine the surprises awaiting you. The only reason you remember the date is because Max and Isabella have tried to be very secretive, conversing quietly at random times throughout the days prior. Unfortunately, Isabella wasn't a good whisperer just yet, and you caught the two words, "Mama's Day," coming out of her mouth.

With a contented sigh, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and slip into your slippers, eager to start the day.

Padding down the hallway, the sound of soft giggles and hushed whispers reaches your ears, filling you with warmth. Entering the kitchen, you're met with a scene straight out of a storybook.

You spot Isabella sitting at the kitchen table with her back faced towards you, as her small fingers hold a crayon while she diligently works on something.

Standing on the opposite side of her, Max beams at you when he sees you, his eyes alight with affection and pride.

In his hands, he holds a tray, filled with all your favourite breakfast foods. Fluffy pancakes adorned with sliced strawberries, a side of crispy avocado toast glistening in the morning light, and a steaming cup of coffee, fragrant and inviting. But it's the single red rose placed delicately in a vase that brings tears to your eyes, a simple yet poignant gesture that speaks volumes of his love and thoughtfulness.

Max places the tray back onto the kitchen table, and nudges Isabella. She quickly turns around to look at you, holding onto something which you realize is a handmade card. Glitter and stickers adorn the card, spelling out ‘Happy Mother's Day’ in vibrant hues.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mama!" Isabella exclaims, her voice filled with unbridled joy as she jumps up from her seat to envelop you in a tight embrace. You return the hug fiercely, feeling an overwhelming surge of gratitude and love for these two incredible souls who have filled your life with so much joy and happiness.

She hands you the card, and once you open it, you find that there's a photo of you and Isabella glued inside. It's an older photo, back when she was just four years old. Her hair was put up into two pigtails, adorned with various clips. You clearly remember this photo, taken from an older digital camera. It was the first time Isabella had asked you to make her hair as such, and you knew that you had to take a photo of it for memories.

Along with the photo, there was a message that was undoubtedly in Max's handwriting since it was cursive. ‘Best Mama Ever.’

"Thank you so much, Bella!" You peppered kisses all over her cheeks until she giggled.

Then, you glance at Max, who watched the interaction between you and your daughter with a warm smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," Max says, his voice husky with emotion as he round the kitchen table and stands in front of you. "We wanted to make today extra special for you."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you take in the scene before you—the love shining in Isabella's eyes, the warmth radiating from Max's smile. "Thank you, both of you," you whisper, your voice choked with emotion. "This is the best Mother's Day gift I could ever ask for."

Isabella beams at you, her dimpled cheeks rosy with excitement. "We made breakfast all by ourselves, Mama! Well, Maxy helped me flip the pancakes, but I mixed the batter!"

Max chuckles, ruffling Isabella's hair affectionately. "She's quite the chef in training, isn't she?"

You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you realize just how lucky you are to have these two incredible people in your life.

The warmth of the morning sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow over the room as you gather around the table, a sense of peace and contentment settling over you like a soft blanket. Isabella chatters animatedly about her plans for the day, her excitement palpable as she bounces in her seat, barely able to contain her enthusiasm.

"I want to pick flowers for you, Mama!" Isabella exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And then we can have a picnic in the park!"

Max leans in closer, his gaze softening as he listens to Isabella's animated tales with rapt attention. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, princess," he says, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm sure Mama would love that."

His love for her is evident in every glance, every smile, and you feel your heart swell with gratitude for the bond they share.

You nod, “yes, we can do that!”

As you tuck into the delicious breakfast spread before you, laughter fills the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet melody of Isabella's giggles. It's moments like these—simple, yet profound—that remind you of the beauty and magic of motherhood, of the love that knows no bounds.

After breakfast, Max suggests a leisurely stroll in the park, a chance to bask in the warmth of the sun and soak in the beauty of nature, along with giving Isabella a chance to pick out the flowers she wanted for you.

"Can we bring sandwiches, Mama?" Isabella asks, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart," you reply, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "We'll pack all your favorites."

Hand in hand, you make your way to the park, Isabella skipping ahead, her laughter echoing through the air like music. Max walks beside you, his fingers intertwined with yours, a silent promise of love and support that fills your heart with warmth.

As you wander through the park, the world seems to slow down, each moment savored and cherished. Isabella chases after butterflies, completely forgetting about the flowers as her laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves.

In that moment, surrounded by the ones you love most in the world, you realize just how precious life truly is, how every moment is a gift to be treasured and embraced.

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[carpetbug]

welcome to the beginning of my ML Feline Blue AU!

in which Marinette is forced to become guardian before ever wielding a miraculous. Chaos ensues when she uses the black cat ring to become feline blue and through a silly little turn of events, Adrien gets his hands on the ladybug earrings and becomes beetle rouge

BIIIIIG thank you to my lovelies @isabugs and @thimbleb3rries for being so kind and encouraging, for their WONDERFUL ART OH MY GOD, and for beta-ing this!

The beginning: Becoming Guardian

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“You’re not going to beat me like that, old man” The looming figure taunted.

Hunched in a ball before him, a much smaller elderly man struggled for breath. Blood trailed from his mouth, combining with his saliva to messily drip from his lips as he fought for air. Just by the effort he had to put into continuing breathing, he could tell this was not a fight he could win. Still, his fists clenched in defiance as he pushed himself from the floor and steadied himself upright on his feet. His spine screamed in protest and searing pain at the task, but he managed to remain standing.

“I know I can not beat you, old man” He coughed, hands trembling slightly. “But I must continue to fight”

The taller man scoffed before taking a step forward “I’ll make sure it's the last thing you ever do, you pathetic excuse of a guardian” He spat, tightening his grip on his cane as his rage boiled beneath his skin.

“I’d expect nothing less from a villain like you, Hawkmoth”

“No need to act like you’re so much better than me. After all, we've all made mistakes, haven’t we Master fu” Hawkmoth sneered.

“Leave my past out of this. I’ve worked to fix what I have broken, you only aim to destroy” Master fu panted, feeling his shoulders to check if his bag was still on his back, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt the thick material. Next his hands slowly traveled to support and feel the bottom and sides of the bag, searching for an object. He took another relieved breath when he felt the item's weight, and then he prepared himself for the worst. Bunching his muscles, he sprang into action and bolted away from Hawkmoth.

He focused only on moving forward, getting as far from this wretched evil as he could before time ran out. When he finally collapsed, legs giving out from under him in pure exhaustion, he found himself at the Pont de Arts, above the seine. Hawkmoth was nowhere to be seen, but master fu knew that was only a false sense of security. The villain would find him soon enough. He needed to find someone. Anyone.

“-ir? Are you okay?”

A voice. Master fu looked up, vision shaking just slightly. In Front of him stood a teenage girl, dark hair pulled back into pigtails and eyebrows pushed together with worry.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” She asked with a panicked look in her eyes. “How can I help?” She stepped closer and offered him a hand.

Master fu gathered his strength to pull his bag from his back and carefully draw open the zipper before reaching in to pull out the contents. The girl watched intensely, eyes following his pained movements. He pulled a large dark wooden box from the bag and held it close to his chest, then brought his eyes upwards to meet her face. “I’m sorry, young hero” He said sadly, then joined his hand to hers before she could respond.

An intense feeling washed over him, and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. This girl was strong. He hoped she will forgive him for the burden he will make her bear.

She flashed an anxious smile “That’s okay, and I promise I’m no hero. Just a normal g-” He cut her off with a sharp tug, then slammed the box into her chest. She gasped as he knocked the air from her lungs, clearly not expecting such a feat of strength from the battered man. As she fought to breathe, Master fu gathered the last few remnants of his strength and lifted the girl from the ground. “I, Wang Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box-”

“Stop! What are you doing!?”

“-and name Marinette Dupain-Cheng the guardian” His body lit up, skin glowing as the box between them lifted upward and burned like a star in the air.

“How do you know my na-?!” Before she could finish what she said, the box dropped back into her hold and the elderly man -still glowing like some sort of deity- held her over the railing and dropped her into the rushing water below. She hit the surface with a loud splash, getting thrown under but quickly resurfacing a few feet away, miracle box still in her arms.

The last thing she saw before being pulled away by the fast moving current was the man falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion as the light emitting from his skin dimmed.

Master fu slowly blinked his eyes open, carefully taking in his surroundings with an expression of pure shock and confusion on his face. He seemed so frail, all of a sudden. Like he had lost all his fight.

“What did you do?!” a booming voice hissed behind him. He started to turn his head to look, but something beat him to it. All of a sudden, a hand tightened around his throat and picked him off the ground, nails digging into the thin skin of his neck.

“What- what’s happening?” Master fus strangled voice hardly escaped his lips. He tried to thrash his legs, do anything to get free, but a fatigue he couldn’t explain had overcome his muscles. Weakly prying at his attackers hands, panic began to set in. There wouldn’t be any escape. “Who are you?” he managed out in a pained mumble.

“I am the next guardian of the miraculous” the seething voice responded as nails began to break through his skin. “I am the consequences of your greatest mistake” the words rang through his head as his vision went black, and sickeningly warm blood poured from his throat.

Marinette struggled to hold her head above the surface and keep the container in her grasp as the river pulled her this way and that. Her mind raced and her lungs screamed, everything inside her begging to let go of that weird old man’s weird old box and save herself instead. Still, her grip remained glued to the sodden wood, as if she would rather drown than set the box free to face the waters’ wrath. Nothing was making any sense. And despite the deafening chorus of the racing water that surrounded her, the only thing ringing in her ears was the man’s words.

He had called her a hero. He had entrusted her with something clearly important to him. He had thrown her into the seine. He had been badly wounded. He had been a complete and utter stranger. What did everything mean? Suddenly, her feet felt solid ground beneath her, and she hurriedly moved to follow it. She pushed forward, focusing on reaching the bank that lay on the other side. Eventually Marinette was able to pull herself and the box from the water onto an empty platform beneath a bridge.

As soon as she was safely out of the water, Marinette threw herself backwards in exhaustion. She laid against the cool pavement underneath her and passed through all the events that had just occurred. What the fuck was this ‘miracle’ box? And why was she the ‘guardian’? Ignoring the new aches in her body, she sat upward and brought the box closer to her.

There she sat for a few moments, toying with the lid and gently tracing the intricate pattern displayed. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it.

“HELLO YOUNG MASTER” A loud chorus of voices rang out as a beam of light emitted from the open container and what looked like small differently colored masses of stars flew all around her. Marinette fell back onto her elbows, overwhelmed at the sudden sensory overload. Her vision was a blur of nauseating colors accompanied by what she could only imagine to be auditory hallucinations.

Before she had a chance to speak, to catch her breath or try and scream for help, the almost magical colorful masses slowed until they were still, then began to morph into a solid form. Marinette watched, intrigued and terrified, as these small creatures took shape in front of her. They each seemed to be a different animal, though they all shared an alien-like anatomy. Some had tails, others long whiskers and a few antennas. Two of them caught her eye, a sleek black cat and what she thought to be a ladybug (though it looked much more like some sort of bug-mouse combo).

As if the creatures could read her mind -which they could, for all she knew-, they began to speak in sync. “WE ARE THE KWAMI, MAGICAL BEINGS THAT CAN BESTOW POWERS UPON OUR WIELDERS.” They said, in an almost sing-songy voice.

“AND YOU, MARINETTE, ARE OUR NEW GUARDIAN.”

[conflictofthemind]

holly wheeler - who/what are you? an informal post about all of the holly oddities I've discovered so far.

where do I even begin with this one? I'm just going to jump into it and show you all the weird connections I've found that mostly relate to holly-el/jane, holly-alice and holly-sarah. I have no real conclusions so far so I invite everyone to take a look and share their thoughts.

oddity one: the hair

All four are blonde girls, and three have pigtails or twin braids, reminiscent of rabbit ears.

oddity two: the rabbits

terry ives' home, inside what should have been jane ives' room:

holly wheeler and her rabbit lite-brite:

alice creel and the dead rabbit:

And why the rabbits? Well, they're all a reference to Alice in Wonderland. The first rabbit in the painting in Jane's room is just literally the rabbit from AIW, fitted with a pocketwatch.

Alice in Wonderland:

Just check out #whiterabbitgate for more on the two above, the song 'White Rabbit' is also connected to El and just general HNL activities.

The Rainbows:

(above is the Terry Ives flashback from season two)

Holly's outfit in Season 5 is incredibly colourful and there are at least 3 different rainbow items inside her room.

The Flowers:

^ Holly even has yellow red and blue flowers on her bicycle basket.

My questions have already been: why is Vecna/Henry seemingly interested in her enough to not only lure her but continue 'playing' with her for multiple scenes? Why is Holly suddenly relevant?

I'm also a BTVS fan, and the idea of a younger sister suddenly introduced had me thinking of Dawn. Dawn was Buffy's younger sister introduced suddenly in Season 5 (literally out of nowhere) - until it turned out that she wasn't a fully real person, but a powerful energy turned into a human that was sent to the Summers' house where they would protect her. She never existed until she was fourteen, but they all believed she had with false memories. Furthermore, she becomes the target of that season's villain which Buffy has to protect.

So then we get to Holly's room:

Most notably for this post are ALF and the 'A Royal Pain' book. Let me just show you the plot summaries for both, starting with ALF:

I initially thought the ALF reference was just a reference to El (and it very much could be a dual thing). But considering the strangeness.... and the parallels that are coming to light between them.

A Royal Pain:

There has already been baby-switch precedent in the show. In fact it's a major theory about Jane Ives and El - that they aren't the same child. But when it's been specifically brought up, it's been in relation to the Wheelers. Karen, was your other daughter swapped in the hospital? Or something even crazier?

I'll get to more when my ideas are less of a mess. But there's also something interesting @bylerposting has brought up - the way that Mike has this whole interesting out of place dialogue with El.

But what if it wasn't about El - what if it was also subtext for Holly? She came into the family even though she wasn't a biological daughter. The Wheelers were like her new parents, and Nancy was like her new sister.

And there's so much more I'm thinking of but can't get to right now, like Holly with the lights and her perception of the supernatural before others sense it. I just want to get this ball rolling for real.

[ch-4-eri]

You Right — Claire Redfield.

claire X fem!reader.

warnings: cheating, language, smut, again cheating. (i don’t condone cheating it’s just for fun babes) proof read ish sorry for any mistakes in advance.

word count: 2k.

original request <3

i wanted to write something different than what i usually do, so here we go i guess, do not cheat on your partners i don’t want any of you in my inbox yapping about this.

you were dating Chris Redfield for a few months now, you met him at a bar and you both talked and a had good time, exchanged numbers which made you both communicate more, hang out more.

until he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, and you agreed. you liked him a lot and he was so sweet, so good to you.

that certainty didn’t last long, not when you’ve met his sister.

he always mentioned her, his younger sister this, his younger sister that.

she’s his only family left and you expected the said younger sister to be this very tiny cute girl, with pigtails or something.

but the second your eyes fell on her, her blue eyes, her red hair, your jaw actually dropped. causing Chris's sister; Claire Redfield to look at her brother from your sudden reaction before you composed yourself and cleared your throat.

you greeted her normally but oh boy was she gorgeous.

you were physically incapable of looking away from her, forgetting you had a boyfriend, she was like a walking flame that caught your attention with her red hair and her red shirt, it was like a dream you can’t wake up from.

not only was she beautiful, she was nice and attentive, she had interesting conversations with you, shared her interests and even told you about her life and her job.

you listened to every word, your attention hadn’t faltered one bit.

as days went on, you caught yourself falling more and more for her, it wasn’t helping she was your boyfriend’s sister, Chris involved Claire in almost everything, and you didn’t even mind she came; you loved seeing her. and she was always so excited to spend time with you.

your heart was torn, you were terrible for dragging chris in this mess, he didn’t deserve this, you knew that.

each time Claire comes to your mind at first, you’d think of Chris and how guilty you are but now he slips your mind, you wouldn’t give him as much thought as you’d think of his damn sister.

her beautiful red hair, you always fantasised about how it would feel in your hands, how soft her lips would feel against yours.

that voice of hers whispering into your ear… you immediately shook your head, looking at the space next to you; Chris filling it with his tired snores and his arms holding the pillow.

you slipped out of bed silently, leaving to the kitchen.

only to find Claire there, she was watching something on her phone as she ate some… salad?

was she up and making food for herself at this hour?

“hi.” you broke the silence, feeling embarrassed as you were just imagining kissing her, it seemed as if felt worse now that her hair was splayed down her shoulders when you’ve always seen her with a ponytail.

“oh, hi!” claire chuckled while she chewed, her blue eyes falling on you.

your cheeks reddened as you turned to the fridge while trying to ignore how beautiful she was.

your boyfriend was right there, her damn brother.

your palms were sweating as you looked for a bottle of water. “can’t sleep?” Claire asked, her body still leaning over the counter as the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of her ass peeking out of her shorts.

you’ve always noticed how cheeky her tone was, even when she wasn’t trying.

it frustrated you, everything about her did.

“no, you?” you finally responded, taking a long sip of water. your eyes glued to her hair, red strands over pale skin, your eyes seeking out every inch of her noticing her bra strap had also been red.

you assumed her wardrobe had only one colour, red did suit her and it was damn tempting. “nah.” Claire said, taking another bite from the salad she had in front of her. “want a bite?” she asked, her tone that same cheeky one that made you throb and ache.

Claire stabbed some vegetables on her fork, pulling it upwards for you to taste. you assumed she'd made it, and she wanted you to taste something she made.

you placed the water bottle aside, moving your mouth to take a bite, it was too salty, making your eyes close and your teeth clench, nose scrunched.

“too much lemon zest?” Claire giggled, continuing to eat.

“uh— yeah… burned my tongue.” you chuckled, taking another sip of water to get rid of the sting. all while Claire ate it like she’s immune to the saltiness of it.

“Chris asleep?” she asked, finishing up the rest of the salad, putting the bowl in the sink. “chris? oh, yeah he is..” you replied, forgetting you had a damn boyfriend, you needed to pull yourself together.

you leaned against the counter as you watched her wash the dishes, some knives and spoons, she’s probably a messy cook.

why would it matter when she had that ass? you couldn’t help but stare as a question popped into your head. was she single? is someone lucky enough to kiss her every night? lucky enough to wake up next to her?

could you be that lucky one? despite all the consequences that you’d have to face if you were stupid and impulsive enough to make a move, just hold her waist and kiss her until you couldn’t breathe, even with your boyfriend asleep in the same house.

her red hair glowed like a crown underneath this lighting, she was perfect, she’d bring you on your knees if she wanted, or if she asked.

“Claire, do you have a boyfriend? i.. i never asked.” you stammered, dreadful of her answer before you even asked the lingering question that wouldn’t leave you alone.

“no, no boyfriend.” she chuckled, her head turning to look at you before continuing to wash the dishes and place them aside to dry; wiping her hands with a cloth.

it’s like a blanket of relief was placed over you, thank whoever the fuck was listening, you’d be hypocritical for this.. you knew, you were the one with the boyfriend, yearning for your boyfriend’s sister like that was not your proudest moment.

but Chris wasn’t on your mind right now, probably would go hours without thinking of him. in fact you couldn’t care less about him when Claire stood there within arm’s reach, you just needed a push.

Claire washed her mouth and her hands as she turned to look at you. “trouble in paradise?” she asked, making you shake your head, it’s a valid question, there was only trouble on your side, even though Chris was perfect.

“just small arguments..” you lied, you and chris never fight, maybe because you don’t bother having fights with him when your heart is not fully in it, even when you sleep together you’re thinking of his sister as you’re cumming.

Claire tilted her head, thinking of a response. “it’s okay, you’ll work it out, he loves you.” she says, going closer to you, her hands taking yours into hers.

it’s just friendly comfort, but your heart spasms in your chest at the feeling of her fingers in your hands, fucking dream come true, what’s happening?

“he cares about you.” Claire adds, but you weren’t listening, your brain revolved around her, just her.

your hands squeezed hers, the feeling so overwhelming you're losing your grip on your logistics, losing control in yourself.

it didn’t take much from you to actually let go of all rationality to place your lips on top of hers, your hands holding her waist as you pulled her closer to you, Claire’s mouth involuntarily opening as your tongue tasted her.

you felt her trying to push you away with her fingers tangled into your shirt as she hesitated, her mouth deliciously turned the favour yours was giving.

“s-stop..” Claire moaned, your lips attacking her neck in soft kisses, your hips pushing into hers against the kitchen counter. “i can’t.. i want you.” you were a mess, you’ve lost it, Claire’s going to hate you, Chris is going to hate you, everything was done for.

but all you cared about is how good her kisses taste, how her legs wrapped around your waist as she sat on the counter, your fingers squeezing at her breasts as she kissed you with that same passion you’ve been yearning for from her sweet lips.

her hand slipped into your shorts, her fingers founding your clit as you jolted. “you think i didn’t notice the way you’re looking at me?” she whispered, shoving two fingers up your soaking wet pussy, your back arched as she thrusted them hard into your core, the tips of her fingers reaching up that spot that made you see stars.

“i noticed everything, i know everything… you’re a terrible girlfriend you know that right?” Claire fucked her fingers into you, finding her insults so delicious.

you weren’t hiding anything anymore, it felt so good to be filled up with the girl that wouldn’t leave your thoughts for months, you adored her even with her blue eyes staring at you in disgust, all while finger fucking you in her brother’s kitchen.

Claire chuckled breathlessly at how silent she got you, you were rocking your hips with the rhythm of her slender fingers as they kept thrusting and swirling into you, you were a whimpering mess. “you’re so fucking tight.” Claire groaned, adjusting her fingers as they felt sucked in by your cunt.

“jesus sweetheart, you're sucking my fingers in.” Claire cursed under her breath some more, thrusting her fingers against your throbbing pussy as you clenched around her once more. “fuck! can you even take dick? does my brother fuck you?” she asks in frustration, her eyes staring into yours, waiting for an answer as you felt tongue tied and embarrassed.

she was seriously not complaining about how tight you were.

“yes…” you breathed, your breathing shuddered as she tried to move her fingers deeper, clenching even more. “yes? no fucking way does he fuck you.. you’re so fucking tight..” claire complained, adding another finger to stretch you out, her fingers stretching inside of you as you mewled out, biting your lip.

“god i wish i had my strap with me… i wanna stretch you out so bad..” she groaned, her face scrunched up in anger.

her fingers were thrusting inside of you now with the added third finger, you were as limb as a doll, letting her deal with you as all you did was moan and mewl into her shoulder.

“Claire, i’m so close…” you gripped her waist as a sensation bubbled up inside of your core, a knot ready to come undone in your lower belly.

“she finally speaks, i doubt you’ve got fucked princess.. you’re so fucking tight and you’re irresponsible… you wanted me that bad huh? is my brother that terrible at sex or are you just that needy?” she thrusted her fingers deeper, touching that spongy spot inside of you as you trembled from head to toe, panting out her name.

“fuck! claire—..” you shouted, squirting all over her fingers and your clothes, you made a mess, making claire’s eyes wide in shock and satisfactory.

“god you’re a fucking slut.” Claire grumbled, pulling her fingers out of you in case Chris woke up at the shouting.

Claire went and immediately cleaned the mess you made with your squirt on the ground.

the loss of her fingers inside of you made you ache, you missed it already, you were a goner; not thinking straight as you grabbed some tissues with your shaking hands, wiping your thighs.

Claire finished wiping the floor as she washed her hands, turning to face you. “we’re okay, he didn’t wake up… go to bed, we shall not talk about this again… ever.” Claire warned, her blue eyes burning into yours.

“don’t be fucking stupid, hm?” she adds, squeezing your cheek and shoved your face away causing you to stumble on your feet, gripping the counter as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving you there a trembling mess.

[goatlottin]

favourite girls

In which you bring your 4 year old daughter to her first football match

genre: fluff

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

a/n: HIM WITH KIDS ITS JUST. Im in awe everytime hes in a 10ft radius of one. Also i kinda hate this but 💔 i’ve had no ideas lately

The game had just concluded. 3-1 win to PSG with a Kylian brace and he got man of the match. You were so happy for him and couldn’t wait to celebrate alongside him. if you would be able to reach him, that is.

You had made the mistake of bringing your daughter, Ella, with you. Though you knew you had regretted it the second you both left the house.

She was talking throughout the entire match. Asking questions she probably knew the answer to, just so that she can blabber on.

She was undoubtly a daddy’s girl. Despite you finding it adorable, you sometimes found it terribly annoying how much she would hog him. Today, as an example.

He had barely come off the pitch, but she was dragging your hand towards him, just short of yanking off your whole arm. She was so radiant, her father's name and number glistening on her back so proudly. Her tiny pigtails flowing with the wind, the security allowed you both onto the field as soon as he recognized you.

As soon as she was somewhat in his distance, she had let go of your hand completely in order to catch up with him.

It was so beautiful, you had to admit. As he heard her small calls of “dada, dada!” while she tried her very best to catch up with him. He turned his head and his eyes literally lit up. He smiled in awe as she continued her run, crouching down when she was just in reach, and scooping her up. They shared a smile with each other before he threw her up in the air a couple times. her laughs, small, yet filling the stadium.

He then kissed her forehead, before aiming his attention to you only a few steps behind her. She wrapped her hand around his neck securely. He walked towards you in long strides before smiling down at you, then interlocking his lips with yours. A small kiss that put you all in this small little world that made you forget there was even another part of it.

Until Ella interrupted by forcing your forehead back. “My daddy.” She whined as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. She grumpily forced her face away from you. He only laughed and looked at her as he touched her nose. You, on the other hand, weren’t really laughing. Were you jealous of a 4 year old? Well.. it was more complex than that. This was about him defending you, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“You’re just gonna laugh?” You tilted your head with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. He paused his tickling session, that must’ve began as you went into thought, to look at you.

“What was that, baby?”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed lightly. “You’ve barely given me any attention since we got here!” You complained passionately.

He tilted his head, wondering whether you were being serious or playing a game with him. He turned to your daughter, still in his arms, one leg on either side of his hips. “Is Mommy joking? She can’t possibly be jealous of you, huh?” He rubbed noses with her as she exclaimed small giggles, twisting her face in laughter.

You got annoyed by his mocking tone, him knowing you were dead serious. “Kylian!”

“Hon, you have to be kidding. She’s four!” He pointed out.

Though he was right, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. Throughout your pregnancy, you often felt inferior when he would come home and skip the questions about you. Rather, ask things such as “how’s the baby?” “the little one still kicking?” It drove you crazy sometimes, weirdly enough.

Kylian could see you train of thought ponder off. You snapped back into where you were, at the stadium, to watch as he carefully set you daughter down, leaving her with a final kiss to her cheek.

He crouched down to her level, before pulling some of her hair behind her ear. “Go find uncle Dembele, sweets.”

She ran off in a hurry to find her father’s friend. His height reappeared as he gained his stance from his position on the ground.

He looked down into your eyes, grabbing both sides of your face. You decided to play stubbornly. Opting for turning your face to the side. He smirked slightly, giving the slightest force to bring you back to the two of you.

“Since I have to make it know, you’re my number one girl, hmm? Do I need to spell it out each word for you?” As with Ella, he put a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The winds dismay.

You pouted, loving the attention that was currently on you.

“You know that right?” He asked for the final piece of assurance.

You nodded into him, putting your hands into your pocket before going on your tippy toes to reach his face. “I know that.”

He smiled before leaning into the kiss.

“Don’t tell Ella about what I said though. Don’t need another one of my girls’ mad at me.”

[underaverageheight]

Balloons

dad!lino x fem!reader genre: fluff warning(s): dad lino (yes that's a warning) kinda proofread

word count: 1k (1001 lol)

Sitting on her father's shoulders, she pat and tapped the top of his head pointing rather wildly. "Daddy. I want that." You daughter, Minji, pointed at the man selling balloons across the park.

"The balloons? You want a balloon? Okay my little star~" Minho grinned, patting his daughter's leg. You walked alongside your husband, enjoying this peaceful scene that will forever be ingrained in your mind. Minji was perched atop Minho's shoulders, her tiny hands clutching his longer hair, giving him adorable little pigtails. Minho set his daughter down on the grass as the three of you walked to the vendor. She squealed and ran quick, making a bee-line for the bundle of balloons. You giggled, putting out your arm to stop Minho from running after his little star, earning you a puzzled look from your husband.

"As much as I don't want her to get hurt, it's grass and she needs to learn that she should slow down sometimes." As if on cue, Minji fell on her hands and knees. Minho nearly rushed to his daughter's side til you tugged on his sleeve. "Watch, Min. She learns quick." You felt the tension leave Minho's body as Minji got up, dusted her hands off and simply walked to the balloons. "See?" You smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Walking up to your daughter, you crouched down and dusted her clothes off. "You okay, honey?"

Minji nodded and pointed at a pink balloon. "This one. Can I- I mean, may I have a balloon, Daddy? Please?" Minho nodded and got 3 pink balloons for his daughter. She then gave one to you and to Minho. "There. Now Daddy, Mommy, and me all have a balloon!" You kneeled down to tie the balloon around Minji's wrist as well as your husband's. Minho returned the favor, giving your wrist a light peck before nudging you softly.

"I still would've given you both balloons." You looked at him in confusion.

"Why?"

"Well, you're both short." He smirked. "I can't lose both my daughter and my wife at the park today, can I?" You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“You’re insufferable. But that’s why I love you… I guess.” Grinning, you gave Minho a light kiss and went to Minji.  “Minji, honey, what do you want to do here at the park?”

“I wanna play on the swing and… and play hide and seek and play tag…” Minji looked around almost frantically, wanting to do so many things. She gave you a look, almost identical to you husband’s pouting face, something that made you give in every time.

Minho bent down to his daughter’s level. “Race you to the swing, little star. 5… 4…” Minji screamed excitedly and took off for the swing. Minho took a light pace behind her, scooping her up before she reached for the swing. “Daddy got you, Minji~ Daddy wins!” This earned him his signature unamused look from his own daughter. “Okay, okay… You almost won. Next time, yeah?”

Minji huffed. “It’s not fair. Daddy’s a giant. Right Mommy? Cause- cause Mommy’s a lot smaller than you. Just like me.”

Giggling, you took your daughter from Minho’s arms. “I agree, it’s not fair. So you’re gonna grow up and tower over your dad. Then you can race him.”

“But I wanna grow up now! I wanna be a giant too!” Minji began pouting again. She wasn’t much of a crier though. A pouter? Yes

“Wanna be a little giant for today? Sit on the swing, Minji.” Minji sat on the swing, clutching on the chains as Minho gently pushed her. “Jagiya~ She looks so much like me.” Minho’s lips formed an adorable pout.

“I know. She’s just like you. Rarely cries, she has your pout and stare-”

“She’s gonna be a menace when she’s older.”

“Oh so you admit it?” You smirked.

“What? No. I’m just saying… Oh alright yes. I’m a menace.” His ears turned pink as he grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder as he continued to push Minji.

“Except when it comes to your daughter.” Your husband hummed in response.

“Daddy! Stop pushing me, I wanna play hide and seek!” He chuckled, bringing the swing to a stop as Minji hopped off and looked up at her father. “Daddy, you’re gonna hide with Mommy and I’m gonna find you. 1… 2… 3…” Minho took your hand and started running, his face overcome with this giant grin. There wasn’t much to hide behind in this open park but you both made it work. You hit behind a tree and Minho crouched by the bushes. “Ready or not… here I come!”

Minji ran around, searching the highs and lows of the park. From behind the tree, you saw her pink balloon trailing behind her, stopping and moving just as she did. “Found you Daddy! I found you!” Minji popped out from the opposite side of the bush he was hiding in.

“Ah you got me~! You’re good at this Minji!”

Minji smiled. “You’re just bad at this game, Daddy. I could see your balloon when I ran over here.” She tugged on his fingers. “Let’s go find Mommy.”

Minho scanned the park, nearly missing you as your own balloon barely peeked out from the tree you were hiding behind. “Star, go for the trees. I have a good feeling.”

Minji ran towards the trees, searching around. “Mommy! I found you too!” She squealed and jumped into your arms.

“Hey… I wanted a hug too!” Minho opened his arms and you set Minji down, watching her jump into her father’s arms. He swung her around, earning giggles from Minji. Your heart swelled with love as you watched them, going to kiss the top of your daughter’s head and kiss Minho.

“I love you both so much.”

“Me too Mommy!”

“I love you too Jagi.” Minho nuzzled the crook of your neck before whispering softly. “I can’t believe we made that.”

“Way to ruin the moment, Min.” Rolling your eyes, you intertwined your fingers with his.

“What?”

a/n: those ppl who put balloons on their s/o... i'm short so this is kinda cute to me ngl. i enjoyed writing this hehe thank you sage for the name~

m.list

[fuctacles]

in love and war

For Spicy Six Winter Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair

T | 2203 | inspired by that one episode of The Office | friends to enemies to lovers, idiot4idiot, questionable courting methods aka pulling pigtails, feelings realization | part 2 | part 3

“I fucking hate him,” Steve seethes into the phone, sniffling loudly right after.

Robin makes a disgusted noise.

“Not right in my ear! Use a tissue!”

“Don't have any,” he murmurs, using his sleeve instead.

“Need me to make a grocery run for you? Get some chicken soup while I’m at it?” She’s joking, but there’s a hint of “I'll do it if you need it” in her voice.

“I’m fine,” he insists. “Just a bit cold.”

“I think you should just tell him he’s going too far-”

“No,” he interrupts her. “I want my revenge. This is war now.”

Robin sighs into the receiver the last breath of hope that her best friend will act like an adult.

“Okay. What’s the plan, Captain?”

He winces.

“Scoops flashbacks, pick a different code name.”

She hums in thought but comes up with an alternative suspiciously fast. 

“What's the plan, Batman?”

“What?”

“Because of the bat?”

“That’s stupid.” He searches his brain for the matching nerd trivia. “And that of course, would make you Robin?”

“Precisely!”

He can imagine her grin and it’s hard to be annoyed at that. He scoffs nevertheless. On principle.

“We’re planning revenge on Joker or what?”

“Fine.”

It started like all wars do. With a lover's quarrel. At least that’s how Robin will tell the story at their wedding, but that's over a decade ahead. Now, here, it starts with a snowball. 

“Hey!”

Steve swerves around to look for the culprit but while there’s none in sight, he spots a familiar van, standing nearby. His eyes narrow and he reaches down to scoop some snow.

“I know it’s you, Eddie! Show yourself!”

Silence. He keeps his eyes peeled while slowly moving to the side. The snow crunches under his foot and something black shifts near the front of the van. He throws.

The black something yelps.

“Score!” Steve cheers. 

But just a second later he’s plowed with a flurry of snow. 

“Munson!” he growls, hiding his face and ducking as fast as he can behind his car. There’s no aim or finesse to Eddie’s throws, he’s going for the pure quantity of them, meaning must have been making snowballs since he left the store about an hour ago. Steve has no chance.

The balls are sturdy and precisely formed, he can feel their impact on his back. Can hear them thudding against his car.

“You’ll be paying for the lacquer job!” he yells and the shooting stops. Figuring it’ll give him a second to arm up he starts scooping snow and forming balls. He’s at a disadvantage again, his car is parked in a mostly shoveled parking lot. Unlike Eddie’s, standing on the curb where the snow has been piled up. 

Switching to the offensive would be his best move probably. 

Or he could get in his car and leave. But where’s the fun in that?

He holds a ball ready and peeks out. A snow projectile wheezes right above his head while he nearly takes Eddie’s hat off.

“Nice aim, Munson!”

“Fuck you, jock!”

Steve cackles in delight and for a moment they exchange more throws like that. 

“You chickening out?”

“Never!”

“Out of ammo, huh?”

“You fucking wish!”

He was, though, running out of snow. It was time to attack.

He throws a couple more balls by the front of the car while shuffling to the back.

“That's all you’ve got?!”

He doesn’t answer not to compromise his position. And then, he runs.

Eddie has a ball in hand when he spots him but is too stunned to aim properly. He screams and turns around to flee, but his long legs aren’t going to save him, because Steve isn’t here to chase him.

Instead, he jumps.

They both land in a pile of snow.

“Steve, no! No, no, no!”

“You started it!” he reminds him, shoveling snow down his jacket while he screams.

“Steeeeeeeeeve!”

He thought that was all, but it turned out it was just the beginning.

A furious Henderson walked into the store the next day.

“Eddie is sneezing,” he says like it was Steve’s fault somehow. He raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, and?”

“And, if he’s sick he won’t be able to DM and we’re this close to the big bad!”

“Okay, still-”

“And it’s your fault!”

“Yeah, no-”

“Steve.” Dustin pushes himself up on the counter, his feet dangling just to get right into Steve’s face. “You put a finger on my DM and you’ll perish.”

Steve bops him on the forehead. It makes him lose his balance and stumble back on his feet.

“Sure munchkin, I’m quaking in my boots.”

“I’ll make sure mom never makes a chocolate cake for you,” he threatens with a venom no high schooler should be capable of. 

“Is this really about yesterday?” Robin peeks out of the horror aisle. 

“Yes!”

“Apparently.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” she comments and goes back behind the shelves. Which reminds Steve he’s at work and this is, in fact, ridiculous.

“Listen, I’m not touching Eddie. He started it, first of all, and it got a bit out of hand. It’s not like we’re holding snow fights every day,” he waves his hand dismissively.

Dustin squints at him.

“You better not be.”

“No worries, I’m not a child. I have better stuff to do.”

“Uh-huh.”

Steve frowns at his tone.

“Hey, what is that supposed to-”

But Dustin already turned around, off towards the fantasy section.

“Dustin!”

“You’ve raised him well.”

“Shit!” Steve jumped up when Robin appeared next to him. “Warn a guy, jeez.”

“Yeah, no,” she smiles sweetly at him. “Get back to work, since you’re not a child.”

He huffs.

When they close the store a couple of hours later, he realizes he hadn’t taken the other variable into account. Eddie was a child and had nothing better to do.

Moreso, he found back up.

Turns out Max and Lucas were much better shots than him, moving the scales in their favor.

That is until a fire lit up in Robin's eyes and she started throwing snowballs with an alarming accuracy.

“Where did that come from?” he marvels at her with wide eyes. 

“You’re looking at a five-year family champion in snow fights. Twas the only way I could be violent against my gross cousins,” she explains, laser-focused on the ginger strands peeking from behind the van. 

He laughs, mostly providing her with ammo while she does the shooting.

“Why are you encouraging this?!”

Robin was the one on the receiving end of Dustin’s wrath this time. Steve watched it with amused anticipation, but all she did was shrug.

“I just got caught in the crossfire. Don’t involve me in this.”

And then she disappeared in the back.

“Steve!”

Steve sighs. 

“What did I say?!”

“Not to touch your DM? Which I didn’t. He’s the one who brought reinforcements!”

“You must have done something! Eddie doesn’t just start shit!”

Steve scoffs.

“Well, clearly you don’t know your friend so well, then. Because he sure fucking does and he sure fucking did.”

“He sure fucking didn’t!”

“Language!”

And so, Dustin storms out. A moody teenager shouldn’t be getting to him as much as he is, but he does and Steve’s in a foul mood now. 

Robin, bless her heart, stays an extra hour to close up with him again. They both steal glances through the shop’s windows, in search of any anomalies. The coast seems clear.

“Maybe he parked in the back?”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

They were standing, eyes glued to the glass, keys ready. 

“Well, this whole thing doesn’t make sense.”

Robin nods to that and pushes the door.

There is no ambush. They walk briskly to Steve’s car, and no snowballs swish by. The doors close behind them, wrapping them in metallic safety.

“Steve.”

“Right.”

He shakes out of his stupor and starts the ignition. He drives Robin home and nobody follows. Slowly, he relaxes.

“Hope that’s the end of it.” Robin squeezes his shoulder before leaving. “Take a hot bath, call it an early night. You’re tense like it’s another apocalypse.”

He shoots her a glare.

“Don’t joke like that. Jesus Christ, Robin!”

She waves her hand.

“I’m just saying! You’re stressing over nothing!”

She was right, of course. He sighed.

“I guess. It’s all Dustin’s fault, it’s like he knows exactly how to piss me off.”

Robin rolls her eyes and he doesn’t need to hear how stupid it is to get involved in a high-schooler's drama. He knows.

He drives home with the radio turned down, already winding down from a long day at work. There’s some leftover soup in the fridge and he can whip himself a quick grilled cheese. Maybe he’ll open a beer and watch a sitcom before falling asleep.

Damn, he feels old.

Calmness settles over him with the sound of his tires switching from asphalt to the short driveway to his house. He steps out of the car, noticing the new layer of snow under his shoes. Makes a mental note to shovel it the next day. When he turns around he sees a snowman in his front yard and he frowns at it. When did that happen?

“Duck!”

He does so instinctively, monster-fighting reflexes kicking in. A snowball falls apart against his car’s window.

“It’s a trap!” 

Someone answers to that with a battle cry and all hell breaks loose.

Hands are pulling him behind the car as he watches the snowman fall apart, revealing a red-nosed Eddie. He’s too stunned to react and lets himself be moved around until he’s crouching next to rosy-cheeked Lucas. 

“Changing teams?” He raises eyebrows at him. 

“Well, last time I only joined for Max. Now I think Eddie’s going overboard.”

“No shit,” Steve scoffs. They form snowballs while talking.

“He’s got Mike and Will on his side.”

“Will?”

“He goes where Mike goes.” Lucas shrugs.

“Well, we can take them.” Between his and Lucas’ skills, the nerds stood no chance. He sighs. “I just wanted a nice night in. Maybe I could make a break for it…?” He can’t even see his front door from here.

“I could distract them when they run out of ammo,” Lucas offers.

“You’re a godsend.”

Eddie seems to be possessed. The snowman hid his stash of snowballs, which he now throws without thought. 

“Show yourself, jocks! There’s a traitor in your midst that I’d want a word with!”

Lucas rolls his eyes before jumping up and hitting Eddie square in the chest. 

“Where’s the other two?” he frowns, gathering snow again.

Steve takes a cautious look around just in time to see one of the snow-capped bushes move. He barely ducks from a projectile Mike throws. 

This feels like a proper ambush, the two of them hiding behind a car while the other three close in. Eddie has abandoned his snowman post, his probably-last snowballs carried in his arm while he swings with the other one. 

“I think we should make a run for it,” Steve whispers, trying to hit Eddie while he zig zags out of the way. Thankfully losing some ammunition in the process.

“We’re sticking to the plan. When I tell you, run to your door, I’ll run to my house. It’s not far from here anyway.”

Steve nods, somehow used to listening to plans made by his younger friends.

They keep throwing, looking for the right opportunity, when something happens on the other front.

“Will!”

Mike stands in shock, mouth gaping, as he turns to his best friend. Will giggles mischievously, taking a step back.

“Mutiny! Get him!”

“Now!”

They start running. Will from Mike, Mike after him. Steve to the door. Eddie drops his ammo to cut his way and Lucas scrambles to attack him but he’s unfazed. Before the boy realizes the snowballs don’t bother him because he’s solely focused on Steve, it’s too late.

Eddie grapples Steve, they flop over a bush and roll in the snow.

“Ha! How the turns have tabled!”

“I think it’s-” but he doesn’t get to finish before he’s hit with an avalanche of snow. “What the fuck, Eddie?!”

“You took one of mine and now you have to pay!” the man on top of him declares, holding him in the snow. His cheeks are red and his nose is running but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“If you get any snot on me I’ll fucking-!”

Lucas runs into them, trying to get Eddie off of him but it only makes him cling to Steve and roll them away in the snow.

“Eddie!!!”

They shovel snow at each other until Lucas manages to get a hold of Eddie and Steve scrambles to make a run to his house.

His shivering hands lock the door and he looks through the window. Eddie seems to have given up his pursuit and is giving Lucas a noogie. When he lets go he’s motioning to his van, probably offering him a ride home. He’s even weirder than Steve thought and he just can’t get a read on the guy.

As they are walking away, Eddie turns and spots Steve in the window. Covered in snow and red-faced, he grins brightly and waves at him. 

Steve shows him the finger. 

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic december 4 - glimpse - 1044 words - cw: mentions of sex and weed

another feat. of jegulus granddads because they set up camp in my brain<3 emjoy

James talks in his sleep.

Regulus feels very, very bad.

They’re currently crowded in front of the living room door with their grandkids because—

Because they’re a bunch of useless, horrible adults that have gotten way too tipsy on mulled wine last evening over charades. Regulus was riding high on his win over Harry in Monopoly and so he might have had one or two or three sips too many. Or cups.

And so when they’d all bid their Goodnights and gotten ready for bed, pleasantly tipsy and airy-minded—distracted what with James nosing at the dark curls behind Regulus’ ear as he was brushing his teeth and then the press of him, a hard line against the seam between Regulus thigh and bum, when he’d bent Regulus over to spit out the toothpaste into the sink—well, there’s no pleasant way to say that they forgot to put the bloody presents under the tree.

And Regulus often doesn’t wake up anymore after all the years of sharing a bed with his husband but he remembers having woken up to James babbling about ‘The gifts, honey- wait, the gifts’ and Regulus in his barely state of consciousness had simply told him to shut it, pulled James head into the crook of his neck and forced him to fall asleep again, goddamnit.

The looks on their three, round, big eyed, little faces had just about nearly broken Regulus’ heart and that was before he’d seen Harry blanch and turn white as a sheet.

Luckily Regulus has married someone who’s good at improvising and so James had casually draped against the doorframe and told them that, “Ah, don’t worry, loves– It’s a leap year! Santa always starts a little later to deliver the presents during those years!”

Which leaves them hiding out in the hallway right now while Harry quietly brings in the presents through the kitchen. 

“Just a glimpse, Pops!” Louis whispers loudly, leaning his little body with all of his 5 year old body strength against where James has a single broad palm over his small chest.

“Nah-uh, Louibear,” James whispers back from where he’s squatting behind him. 

Regulus knows his knees will pop something horrible when he stands up but the sight of his husband’s thick thighs filling out the pleated pyjama bottoms is making Regulus selfishly keep his smart mouth shut.

“But Grandpo-ops!” Louis whines.

Chelsea shushes him immediately and rather aggressively. She’s between Regulus’ knees, bouncing up on the balls of her feet every now and then, her pigtails tickling Regulus’ nose.

Teagan is draped over James’ wide back and continuously throwing Regulus conspiratorial looks and mischievous little smiles. She’s 8 now, the Santa bubble has already been burst for her.

Regulus winks back at her every time.

“We have to wait until Santa is done putting all his presents under the tree, bug.” James drives placating fingers through their grandson’s wild hair before he goes on in a gentle murmur, “If we go and disturb him now he’ll bolt out through the chimney, up on his reindeer sled and whisk away with half of the presents that were meant for our family, you see.”

Louis gasps horrified.

James bites down on the smile trying to break to the surface. It’s unfair how handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair sleep mussed and his trimmed beard sprinkled white like the snowflakes making their way onto the ground outside.

Regulus forces his eyes away when Chelsea makes a little pained, squirming noise. Like she’s barely suppressing ripping herself from Regulus’ loose embrace and dashing through the door back into the living room.

There’s a clatter of wood and then a badly imitated Hohoho from what Regulus recognises to be Harry.

Louis and Chelsea look at each other with wide eyes and then back at James and Regulus respectively, vibrating with anticipation yet waiting politely for permission.

His husband throws Regulus a warm grin, a hint of teeth and a glint in his chocolate brown eyes that makes his heart stumble a little in his chest.

Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a single nod. He kisses the side of Chelsea’s head and tells her to go on.

She barrels through the door with a squeal followed closely by a skittering Louis where he’s hasting over the smooth linoleum after his sister in his too big, woollen socks. Teagan throws Regulus another excited grin and then rushes after her younger siblings as well.

When Regulus pulls out of his seat there’s only a faint sting in his lower back while as James follows the motion his husband instantly buckles under his renewed weight, joints predictably cracking several loud pops. 

Regulus snaps out his arm for James to steady himself as this one grunts and pants under the pain and slowly lifts himself into an upright position.

Regulus snorts. “Getting old, Potter? Shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic with bending me over that bloody sofa ledge last night, huh…”

James growls playfully as he yanks Regulus closer by his arm though he catches his husband wince at the sudden motion of that half step.

He squeezes Regulus hip bone, right over the teeth mark he put there a few hours ago and then it’s Regulus’ turn to suck the air in through his teeth.

“Worth it,” James rasps low into his ear before kissing a fluttering path up Regulus’ jaw until he finally reaches his mouth, tilting his chin back with two fingers.

Regulus sighs happily into James’ mouth, shivers at the familiar sensation of beard rasping against his own stubbly skin.

They’re ripped out of the moment by Chelsea’s voice droning around the corner, “Gramps, look! Santa brought you dried cat grass for Mochi!”

“Cat grass?” comes Harry’s confused voice from the living room.

Regulus scrunches his nose at James, sharing the cluelessness. James shrugs.

Crinkling sounds, then Teagan’s voice, “It smells weird.”

“Fu– That is not cat grass, Chelsea!” Harry responds panicky, “Honey, please put that down right now. I’m not joking, sweetheart. No, gimme– unhg.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows at James but his husband simply tugs his lips in and hurries into the living room, presumably to help his son purloin the weed from his six year old little grandchild.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for "yelling" at my teenage sister for putting earrings through the ears of my childhood stuffed animal?

🤬🐘 <- cause that was me holding them when I found out lmao

So I (22 two spirit, I was 20 when this happened) have had Ellie (Ive used He/she/they for Ellie my whole life, they never had a set gender), a stuffed realtively realistic elephant, since I was at least 3 years old. He was a plush of big Al, the elephant mascot for crimson Tide of the university of Alabama. (Roll tide?) that my dad owned but eventually it was cuddled by 3 yr old me and dragged to my room and out of his man cave (which I don't know why he had a big al plush, we're from Ohio) never to return. I think she had a jersey or hat or something at some point but she doesn't now. Considering just how cuddled Ellie was, it's a miracle how good her condition is. No rips, tears, bald patches or holes beyond the plasticy coating on one of his tusks ripping off in a few places. I wasn't super violent with my toys and never drew on them or ripped them up. The most I did was put hair ties around her ears so they'd look like pigtails.

I've had Ellie a very very long time obviously and he means a lot to me. I very rarely cuddle him now because I want him to stay in that good condition. Well, when I was 19, I moved to Maryland to be with my partner and Ellie went with me obviously. 3 or 4 times a year, me and my partner make the trip to Ohio to visit my family, about 8 hrs away. I bring Ellie because she comforts me when we're there (Alot of traumatic memories are wrapped up in childhood home). Well, one time Ellie got left behind and I was devastated. It was gonna be at least 3 months till I went back and even though my mom offered to send ellie through the mail, i was not willing to take the chance that ellie could get lost forever in said mail so i waited.

Here's the part where I mention I have a younger sister who was 14 at the time. we have a good, if not distant relationship that is a much better place now. Here's where the problem occurred. I returned home after about 3 months after accidentally leaving ellie and immediately wanted to find him once I arrived. My mom told me my sister had been watching them while I was away so I went to her room. My sister then excitedly held up Ellie to me... Ellie's big ears were absolutely littered with my sister's (real) earrings. There had to of been at least 150 piercings in her ears, if not 200. I held myself together as best I could and very sternly told her I was pissed she'd do that, she knew how much Ellie meant to me and she should never treat other people's things that way.

I make a very strong point to never insult, scream or yell or not explain why I'm angry at someone. If I get so angry I can't handle my composure, I leave and gather myself then come back. I never insulted my sister or raised my voice but I definitely hammered how disrespectful and destructive this was to something that wasn't hers as I took out her earrings one by one. My childhood stuffie did not deserve to be turned into Swiss cheese and used as an earring display. If I had done anything like that to her stuffed giraffe, her stuffie, she'd have a cow. Once they were all out I took Ellie and went to my room. Luckily, they were normal sized earrings so the holes were very small and I can't see them if I don't look for them but it felt so disrespectful.

My sister apologized pretty quickly but my mom said I didn't have to yell at her (I never raised my voice but I was clearly hiding an angry one trying to explain to her) nor should I have said it 5 times in the moment (shes exaggerating). I'll admit I repeat myself twice or thrice in the moment as a way to keep myself from raising my voice or stewing in it if I feel like i haven't properly expressed my anger or I feel like the person wasn't listening. Everything is cool now and we dont really talk about it (it's not taboo or too painful to touch, it just doesn't come up) but I wonder if I over reacted considering the holes are tiny, not super visible and I don't think my sister did it to spite me or hurt Ellie, she was just young and dumb and didn't think about how it could mess up Ellie. Should I have held my tounge since shes my sister? She was only 14 but I feel like you should know earrings can cause damage to fabric when you're 14, there's no way she didn't know that wouldn't leave tiny holes in Ellie. I just think she didn't think of them as a big deal.

What are these acronyms?

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

when I was little, like 4/5/6, I was obsessed with Indiana Jones, and always wanted to play Indiana Jones but I didn't have any of the merch. what I DID have was a revolutionary war-era hat from the franklin institute, so I'd wear that and pretend it was his hat. it didn't fit great and kinda pushed my ears out but that meant I was a pro at keeping it on when practicing the stunts (jumping on furniture and sliding down the stairs). there was like this one weird tree root in my backyard and I was CONVINCED it was a dinosaur fossil and I was always so mad that my parents wouldn't let me dig it up or contact the museum!! and one time while treasure hunting I actually found like, a vintage heavy silver brush/comb/mirror set hidden in the walls in my closet and I was like we have to call the museum NOW people!! (we didn't, I still have them 😂). at some point I learned the word hypothesis and went absolutely wild, and while that didn't necessarily have anything to do with the movies I decided that carrying around my hypothesis notebook on my archeological adventures would show everyone that I was a well-educated woman (the hypothesis' in question were like, 'spot can run faster than a cheetah, and I can run faster than spot' and 'an elephant is probably louder than my boombox, even if I turn the volume all the way up!'😭). and then I was 12 when the fourth movie came out, and as much as I had a crush on Shia LaBeouf's character Mutt, a large part of me was like 'okay but what if everything was the same except Mutt is a 12 year old girl but she dresses exactly the same and still rides a motorcycle and has a pocket knife and she goes by Mutt still but her real name is Henrietta and she still dresses like a greaser but she has pigtails and maybe a cool bandana and also she's Me❤️ (did it make sense for Indy and Marion to have a young teenager? no, but math has never been my strong suit</3). in real life I didn't have a pocket knife bc my girl scouts troop sucked but I looked up YouTube videos about how to do those flip tricks and tried it with a butter knife and it did not end well! so I just flipped my pens around for the rest of the year. anyway basically I think Baby Molly deserved to be in Indiana Jones 5 and it is so so incredibly rude that no one on that production team reached out to me!!!

[mewsingsbynataliek]

NSR Halloween DLC ideas, just in time for Spooky Night!

The soundtrack for the Halloween DLC would feature instruments associated with the holiday being incorporated into the songs, such as pipe organ and theremin.

The Bosses

DJ Subatomic Supernova

DJSS is a scarecrow, wearing a straw hat, flannel shirt, and denim overalls (cut-off, of course!).

For the battlefield, the background of the Planetarium is a deep orange. The planets he uses to attack are replaced with pumpkins, and the asteroids are replaced by a swarm of crows.

Sayu

Sayu is a cute ghost girl. (I felt it would be fitting since she’s a floaty character.) She's slightly translucent and sports a ghostly wisp-like tail rather than her regular mermaid tail. Her colour palette features off-whites and faded pastels, making her look more etherial.

Sayu wears a tattered white Victorian/Lolita-style dress, lacy cuffs around her wrists and a little bow on her head.

For Phase 2, her dress becomes poofier and more elaborate as small ribbons resembling tentacles appear around her waist. Her trident is completely white.

Phase 3 has her go full-on ghost bride. Her dress has a huge multi-tiered skirt, her hair is adorned with a long veil, and her tentacle ribbons have grown to full length. Her deep-sea mode has her face turn glowing green with solid black eyes, making her resemble a spookfish, while her “tentacles” feature flickering lights similar to a bioluminescent jellyfish.

Her final form is basically your stereotypical bedsheet ghost shape with her legs sticking out the bottom.

Sayu’s team are dressed in dark wizard-like robes, and each of them are wearing masks like the ones worn by Lock, Shock, and Barrel from The Nightmare Before Christmas. 

For the battlefield, the “landscape” is dotted with jack-o-lanterns, tombstones, and dead trees. The background is changed to a seafoam green color, with wispy little ghosts flying about.

Yinu and Mother 

Yinu is dressed as a cute little witch. Her hair is in pigtails similar to her Christmas skin, and her witch hat is adorned with fall leaves and little jack-o-lanterns.

Mother, meanwhile, is a spooky Halloween tree with spiders. Her dress is a dark wood colour with translucent, ragged-edged sleeves, and she wears a thorny hairband and spiderweb earrings.

The ends of her “hair” have been dyed the same colour as her dress, and she wears both black lipstick and black nail polish.

When she grows bigger, her branches begin to sprout large thorns, which end up making her cage form look more like a spiderweb. (There are even little fake spiders sitting on top of it!)

For the battlefield, the stage is decorated to evoke a bountiful harvest, with pumpkins, hay bales, bundles of wheat, stalks of corn, apple trees, cornucopias, and garlands of leaves.

Both the gate and the giant piano hammers are adorned with thorny branches and autumn leaves.

1010 

1010 are pirate ghosts. (As a fun gag, Blue could wear two eyepatches instead of his sunglasses!)

Meanwhile, Neon J is their ghostly captain, complete with a captain’s hat, a sword at his belt, a fake parrot on his shoulder, and – once again – a fake beard attached to his screen head.

For the battlefield, the flying limousine is decked out to look like a pirate ship, with a mast, a crow’s nest, and a tattered sail.

(I felt 1010 as pirates would be fitting since they're a navy-themed boyband and Neon J was a captain in the navy.)

Eve 

Eve is dressed as Medusa.

Her dark green dress has a scaly pattern, and she accessories with a lot of gold, including spiralling gold sandals and a golden diadem crown.

Her hair has been dyed, shaped, and styled to look like several little writhing serpents.

Her backpiece is composed of even more snakes in gold and teal which wrap around her upper torso and spread out behind her like a peacock’s tail.

Eve’s pupils even become snake-like starting at Phase 2!

For the battlefield, Eve’s gallery has been transformed into an Ancient Greek temple, but with a postmodern/vapourwave twist. Stylized Greco-Roman columns with snakes wrapped around them line the walls, and an ancient looking gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The left side would be eggplant purple while the right side would be cerulean blue.

If the player gets hit by the eye lasers from Eve’s giant statue, they’ll actually turn to stone and be frozen in place for a short time.

For Phase 2, on Mayday’s side, the snakes wrapped around the columns have grown larger and are now looming over Mayday, their faces twisted into angry snarls (representing Eve’s derisiveness and hostility towards May).

Meanwhile, Zuke’s side features floating fragments of ruined columns (representing how lost and incomplete Eve felt after Zuke left her). 

Phase 3 is where it really starts to get trippy. Both rooms feature ruined columns and floating shards, along with giant brightly colored snakes slithering all over the background.

The shards in Zuke’s side reflect images of faces screaming in anguish, while the shards on Mayday’s side have limbs protruding from them- one shard has three legs protruding from them in reference to a trinacia. (Look up what a trinacia is to understand the reference!)

Tatiana

Tatiana is a vampire.

She wears black and red robes with bat wing-edged sleeves and a wide collar. Her earrings are coffin shaped, and she has small, pointed fangs that can be seen when she opens her mouth.

At the beginning of her battle, she starts throwing flaming bats.

For the battlefield, Tatiana's office/battle arena is made to feel like a vampire’s castle tower.

The whole room is lit with a deep red glow, and the tall windows that feature the NSR murals are topped with pointed arches, giving them a Gothic look.

You can even see some glass bottles filled with (ahem) red liquid on Tatiana’s desk.

Meanwhile, the Goolings' stage outside is decorated with jack-o-lanterns and hanging skeletons.

DK West

DK West is dressed as Frankenstein FrankenWest!

His look consists of neck bolts, stitch markings, and a dark ragged recolour of his original outfit.

His bull shadow puppet has matching neck bolts, which even emit shadowy electricity when it appears during the battle.

Bunk Bed Junction

Mayday

Mayday is dressed as an imp, wearing a bright red dress with black sleeves and waistcoat, black wings, red horns, and a red tail.

Her guitar is deep purple and splattered with glowing orange paint. It emits a wolf howl when she powers it up for the Showstopper.

Zuke 

Zuke is a werewolf. Ragged clothes with fake fur poking out, extra fur attached to his forearms (don’t ask how got it on there), pointed ears, a bushy tail, pointed fangs, his nose has been painted. Pretty simple.

His drumsticks are splattered with glowing green paint and tipped with tiny light-up pumpkins.

The Other NPCs

Ellie has little bat wings attached to her back and wears a springy bat antenna headband.

And last but not least, 

Kliff . . . is just wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses. Yup. That's it.

Let me know what you all think. I’d love to hear some feedback. Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween!

[lordmartiya]

Day 3 for the Lilanette Week... And the moment their relationship starts getting "interesting". Also featuring someone with common sense and Adrien's darker side.

Day 3: Bodyswap

Lila couldn’t complain of her new “romantic situation”. Sure, quite a few classmates believing their enmity had been just pigtail pulling was irritating, and she should have seen Luka getting Akumatized (though that one had immediately changed targets thanks to the Gorilla showing her a chat of the fan club where they had been planning to kidnap Marinette and her until their relationships became public. Ladybug and Chat Noir took their sweet time intervening), but now she had peace. And attention for all the right reasons, without needing to lie her ass off. And somehow she had ACTUALLY become friends with Marinette. And was starting to consider that maybe Ladybug was actually sincere in her regret for their first encounter and wasn’t stalking her by passing over her roof every other day (though it was a week since she last passed there, right the day she had told Marinette about that).

“I had never been at this cafè.” Marinette admitted as she enjoyed the place she had brought her to for their date.

“Of course. We live in Place des Vosges, and I myself wouldn’t come often as far as Rue de Varenne if I didn’t have.” Lila replied. “Maybe next time you’ll show me some place in the Triangle or Belleville?”

Before Marinette could answer they heard a weird laugh and saw a blue light, and suddenly Lila was looking at herself sporting Marinette’s weirded out face. As the other her started freaking out with Marinette’s body language, Lila looked down, saw Marinette’s shirt for the date (a yellow Tang suit with white frog buttons. Lila would never admit it, but she was jealous of her date’s variety. Or everyone else’s), and realized that yes, the latest Akuma just body swapped them.

“Oh. Could you pass me my phones?” Lila said, taking the change in stride. “It’s not like I don’t trust you, but one of them is embassy issued and I’m not legally allowed to let anyone else have it outside emergency situations.”

“How can you be so CALM?!” Marinette exclaimed.

“Because it’s going to be back to normal in minutes? I mean, all that guy can do is swap bodies, so when Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive they’ll get swapped, maybe Chat Noir will make a tasteless joke, then he’ll summon a Lucky Charm, Ladybug will come up with something to make Rube Goldberg proud and defeat the Akuma, and everyone will be back in their bodies wondering why our local terrorist thought it was a good idea.”

Marinette looked at her even MORE spooked, for some reason. Clearly she didn’t expect her to have such faith in Ladybug’s victory, as if the defeater of Volpina and Chameleon could lose against such an Akuma. Whatever, Lila needed her embassy-issued phone and couldn’t wait. Thus she put her hand into Marinette’s purse to exchange phones and- What the hell was that? It looked like some weird plushie, but the consistency of the cloth and filling was wrong. And it looked like the magic surveillance drones she had spotted surveilling the school for Ladybug and Chat Noir to alert them of the next Akumatization. Or maybe it wasn’t a drone?

Not expecting much, Lila removed Marinette’s earrings, the ones she always wore… And the red thing flew into them, turning them red with five black dots each.

“Well, this explains a lot.” Lila said as she forced herself to not act rashly.

It was a good choice, as it allowed her to realize that yes, Ladybug had meant the apology, and no, she wasn’t stalking her. With that in mind, she left the Miraculous on the table and rose up.

“We should talk about this once we’re back in our bodies. I’ll wait you at your home.” She said as she stood up.

As she waited to get her body back tied up to a chair, Lila at least enjoyed the show. As expected Marinette had taken some precautions, namely warn Alya (who had recently been told of Ladybug’s secret), resulting in Rena FURTIVE patrolling the city for her and her sister Anansi (Nora Cesaire on her ID, but she knew Muay Thai culture well enough to use the ring name) waiting for her at Chemin Vert station and marching her to an unused massage parlor before calling for her sister.

And confiscating the Fox Miraculous as soon as she arrived, resulting in a hilarious discussion that only ended when Ladybug arrived in Lila’s body (and Lila didn’t know what was more embarrassing seeing herself into, a suit that was basically painted on or one so PLAIN) and restored everyone to their body, timing it for the transformation to drop.

“Sit there, Red.” Anansi told Lila pointing to the nearby empty chair, and then tied her up. Then turned to Marinette, still tied up, and said: “Baguette, what were you THINKING?! Already you gave a Miraculous to my reckless little sister-“

“Hey!”

“-and now you do it again with her identity exposed?! You benched that closeted cosplayer for the same reason!”

“Who?” Marinette asked. So she didn’t know.

“Chloè Bourgeois, most of her outfits are actually copied from Spiderman characters.” Lila explained. “And I may be wrong, but from what I’ve heard the trigger for Miracle Queen was you benching her for having her identity known and then going and getting Ryuko back into battle after she TOLD her identity to the enemy like some stereotypical samu-she’s Kagami-kun, isn’t she?”

Marinette blushed. Alya pinched her forehead. Anansi facepalmed, and Lila would have done the same if she could.

“That’s it, you’re reworking the team with me and Red, we’ve got the most common sense here.” Anansi demanded. “And you’re giving her the Fox Miraculous, with all her gaslighting she’ll be better that li’ sis’.”

“WHAT!” came Alya’s protest.

“How can I trust her? There’s hints she’s working with Hawk Moth.” Marinette replied as she stood up – when did she untie herself?

“Only occasionally, based on the idea I could get my clearly misplaced revenge and knowing it would end with him begging for death.” Lila admitted.

“How? He’s got superpowers and could revoke the Akumatization in a moment.”

“Look in my purse, there’s what I call the Agony Spray.”

Alya grabbed the purse, took out the spray can, and then, with a look of pure horror mirrored on the others after they saw what was written on it, demanded to know what was Lila thinking.

“It was my dad’s idea. He’s a major asshole.” was the explanation.

“Still no reason to give you a Miraculous.” Marinette said.

“You mean aside having renounced all her set up?” Anansi pointed out.

“The what?” asked both Marinette and Alya, with Lila smirking at how Alya would take being apparently outsmarted by her not so astute sister (who, as a martial artist, happened to have the knowledge to realize what Lila had done).

“You think I can just roundhouse kick my opponents? Nope. Those are powerful but slow, and if I were stupid enough to try I’d get punched in the mouth and deserve it. No, it needs to be set up, I need to get the other gal in a position where she can’t punch me, or move away and make me look like an idiot, where she can only take it. THEN I can kick and make them realize their blocks are useless. Same with Red’s ability to use Baguette’s secret identity: Baguette knew she knew, and Red knew that, so she only had until the Akuma fight ended to expose the secret and run to the embassy to escape retaliation… And instead she took the metro and went exactly where she said she’d go, throwing away any chance to pull it off. She can be trusted.”

“Fine. But on one condition.” Marinette said. “We come up with something to convince Chat Noir I shouldn’t have a Miraculous, he’s been quite insistent since I was Multimouse.”

“Just tell him you’re slated for the Butterfly.” That was what Lila believed was the reason Marinette hadn’t received a Miraculous.

Apparently Chat Noir had been more than insistent on giving Marinette a Miraculous, as Lila’s solution made her hug the still tied Italian girl. For some reason, Lila thought the hug was pleasant enough to more than compensate them being toppled…

[aalissy]

Dating Sim

Eeeeekk!! It's Adrienette April time! I'm sooo excited to write for this month <3. I hope you're also excited to read my prompts for this month. Please let me know what you think :D

AO3

Adrien yawned softly, stretching his arms above his head as he approached his classroom. 

It was early. Too early. 

His dad had forced him up at the crack of dawn for a morning photo shoot and right now, he would kill to be back in bed. One of these days, Adrien swore, he was going to convince his father to let him give up modeling.

Hah, right. Like that would ever happen.

Adrien snickered quietly to himself as he strode down the abandoned hallway and the practically silent building as he entered his classroom.

Upon turning the doorknob, he blinked in surprise at the sight of someone already in class. 

It wasn’t just anyone either. It was Marinette. The girl who had most likely been late to her birth.

She was hunched over her desk, her attention glued to her phone In fact, Adrien was certain that she hadn’t even noticed his arrival with how focused she was. Her nose was scrunched adorably and her pretty pink lips were pursed in a pout as she glared down at her phone.

Marinette huffed loudly, her brow furrowing even further as her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Her fingers tapped loudly on her phone screen and Adrien simply could not resist leaning closer to her. 

His shoulder brushed faintly against hers as a small chuckle left his lips. “What are you doing here so early, Marinette?”

“D’AH!” she screamed, jumping about ten feet in the air. Her phone jumped with her and she flailed for it, fumbling it between her fingers before finally catching it safely. 

She let out a relieved sigh after doing so before whipping to face him, her blue eyes practically blazing with a flaming fury. “Hey! What on earth were you thinki-,” Marinette trailed off, her cheeks burning into a deep, rosy red as their noses almost bumped together. She squeaked, scrambling back away from him, only barely managing not to fall off her seat. Adrien bit back the quiet sigh that would have left his lips as he instantly missed the warmth of her shoulder against his. 

“A-Adrien! H-hello. What doing are here? I-I mean what are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” His eyes twinkled at her with amusement. 

“O-Oh, right,” Marinette chuckled sheepishly, tucking a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her pigtails back behind her ear. She closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath before giving him a small smile. “I actually woke up early today because I wanted to spend more time with this new game I got absolutely addicted to.”

“Ooh, what game?” Adrien moved to sit next to her, scooting closer. He intentionally bumped his shoulder against hers as he leaned in to look down at her phone screen. “Is it Ultimate Mecha Strike? I didn’t know that was on mobile now.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she seemed to forget how to breathe. He caught a brief flash of her screen before she seemed to snap back into reality, quickly turning it off before Adrien could see much more than a glimpse.

He didn’t believe it possible but her cheeks had turned an even darker shade of red as he glanced up at her.

“N-Nothing!” she stuttered.

Well, that reaction certainly told Adrien that it was, undoubtedly, something. And something big if Marinette was hiding it from him.  

Adrien couldn't help but be intrigued by Marinette's reaction. Her sudden flustered demeanor only added fuel to his curiosity. "Come on, Marinette," he teased, nudging her playfully with his elbow. "You can't hide it from me forever. What kind of game is it? What if I want to play it?"

Marinette squirmed in her seat, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "It's just... a silly little game, nothing special. Trust me, it isn’t something you’d play," she insisted, but her attempt at nonchalance only made Adrien more determined to find out.

"Ah, come on, don't leave me hanging like this," he urged, flashing her a charming smile. "How do you know I won’t like it unless I know what it is first?"

Marinette seemed to freeze for a moment, blinking at him in surprise before throwing her head back in a loud laugh. Adrien’s heart thumped louder as he listened to her guffaw. A smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back to watch her slap her hand against her desk as she practically rolled with laughter. 

Suddenly, he was positively delighted with the fact that his father had woke him up early to go to a photo shoot. Anything would be worth it to hear Marinette giggle like this.

Finally, after gasping in a few deep breaths and wiping a tear from her eye, she turned to him. 

And wow. Had Marinette ever looked at him like that before?

Her smile was positively wicked as she reached to turn her phone back on, this time showing it to him directly. 

“It’s the newest otome game from one of my favorite developers,” Marinette snickered. “Alya reminded me that it came out yesterday so I’ve been devouring it today. Still think you’re interested?”

Adrien blinked down at the handsome blonde on her screen in surprise. His cheeks reddened even as his chest seemed to tighten uncomfortably ever so slightly. 

Clearing his throat, he rubbed at his stomach, wondering aloud, “O-otome game?” 

“Yeah, you know like, um...” she trailed off, nibbling at her lip before snapping her fingers. “A dating sim!’

“So you’re dating this guy then?” He frowned, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest worsening.

“Not for real, silly!” Marinette giggled, shaking her head before blushing. “I-I mean i-it’s just a game. I-It’s not real, of course. I-I only play for the story anyway.”

“Oh,” Adrien said, blinking back down at her phone screen as he shook away the last vestiges of the peculiar feeling. “So what’s the story like then?”

Her eyes brightened as she tapped back into the game. “So you play as the main heroine who suddenly realizes that she has powers that you can’t understand or control, right? And, as you slowly learn more about them you um, meet the male leads.” Marinette shot a quick glance over at him before darting it straight back to her phone screen. “A-anyway they help her understand that she isn’t the only one with powers and are taking her to this school where she can learn even more.”

All of a sudden, Marinette huffed, drumming her fingers angrily at her desk. “Or, at least they would if my cards were strong enough to beat this stupid level.”

“Cards?” Adrien asked, tilting his head.

“Oh, yeah I almost forgot to mention! The cards are the main part of the game!” She tapped on the screen, taking them to an entirely different menu as she pushed the phone closer to him. “You pull here for cards with the gems you have. You want the cards with the highest stars because those do the most damage.”

“Like a gacha game!” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter happily at the beam Marinette gave him.

“Exactly!” She snapped her fingers excitedly. “So every event that comes around makes you want to spend more money than you should ever be spending on a game.”

Adrien chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I know the feeling.”

“So,” Marinette started, her devilish smile coming back as she leaned closer to him. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her bright blue eyes. “Still think you’re interested in playing?”

“Mmm, maybe.” He leaned in closer to her, his thigh brushing against hers. “I’ve always wanted to fulfill my dreams of being a magical girl.”

Marinette laughed, sending a shiver of satisfaction down his spine. “Alright, Sailor Moon, the game is called Fantasy Hearts: Academy of Legends. Feel free to play to your heart’s content.”

“Oh, I intend to. Might even get farther in the story than you.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “I’d love to see you try. I’ve already got three five stars.”

The sound of a backpack falling to the floor had the two springing away from each other, staring up in surprise as Alya smirked down at the two of them. “Am I interrupting something?”

“N-no! W-we were just talking about the new game you showed me last night.” Marinette shook her head, waving her arms in front of her. “R-right, Adrien?”

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracked and he winced internally. Clearing his throat, he moved to stand up from Marinette’s seat, ready to head back over to his own seat. “We were just um discussing Fantasy Hearts.”

Alya’s smirk grew impossibly wider. “Oh, yes, I’m certain that’s exactly what you were interested in talking to Marinette about, sunshine. I’m sure Fantasy Hearts: Academy of Legends is the perfect game for you.”

“Right, well.” Adrien gave a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “I should probably head back to my desk now since Mlle. Bustier should be here shortly.”

Alya snickered as he practically scurried back to his desk where a beaming Nino greeted him. He wiggled his eyebrows at him but Adrien simply ignored it, pulling out his notebook as he tried to ignore his flaming cheeks. 

As much as he wished to be back up still talking with Marinette about literally anything, it was time to pay attention to class. Maybe they’d be able to talk after class? 

Sneaking a quick look behind him, he caught Marinette’s eye and gave her a crooked smile which she responded to with a deep blush and a small wave. 

As Mlle. Bustier strode through the open door, Adrien refocused his attention on the lesson, his mind occasionally drifting back to the conversation with Marinette. A smile drifted across his lips as he began taking down notes. Yep, today was already shaping up to be a great day.

[impending-bloom]

"You have to go. I know."

Dadler Drabble

KUWAIT, 1991

RUSSELL ADLER

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“Gather your team – we leave –” Sims begins.

“There’s someone I need to talk to first.”

Russell ignores the questioning look his old partner gives him. “Make it quick.”

He heads over towards the landing planes. The cause of the black smoke surrounding the area. That's where she'd be.

“Nice flying, Sergeant!” Adler hears.

“Thank you, Sir!” a familiar voice calls out in response.

He sees her hoop and holler with her fellow Airmen and women as they celebrate their successful pass. “Glad you're on our side, Lil Bird!” he hears them say. He smiles to himself, happy to see the childhood nickname stuck.

But it doesn't take her long to spot him. When she does, she pauses as her compatriots are filing away. Russell nods to his right, gesturing her to follow him.

And she does.

They meet in a nearby tent that is conveniently empty. The platoon's out on a rec mission.

"Dad?" she whispers, trying to stay out of the ears of any possible nearby eavesdroppers.

"Hey, kiddo," he responds, his voice gruff from the cigarette he just put out.

Sasha doesn't know if she wants to squeal or sob as she launches herself towards her father. They grip each other in a locked hug. Within a blink, Sasha returns to her childhood. A young girl hugging her father in braided pigtails, holding a teddy. And then in the next blink, she's back as the 31-year-old woman in a warzone.

“What are you doing here? Is everyone okay?” Sasha asks as she reluctantly pulls away to look at the face of the man she so rarely gets to see.

“Back home, as far as I know. Here? To be determined. Got a lead, asked Sims to help out.”

“Of course, you know Captain Sims,” Sasha responds with almost a laugh in her voice.

There’s a pause between them.

“How ya doing, kid? Airforce treating you alright?”

Sasha nods. “Can’t complain. But I bet you know that.” Sasha suspects he’s been keeping a close eye on her since her enlistment. Not that she can say anything about it. It’s his way of protecting her as best he can. From the shadows.

Adler just shrugs. “Not the worst thing I’m guilty of.”

Sasha’s green eyes catch her father’s blue look over her shoulder towards the front of the tent.

“You have to go. I know,” she says sadly. That's unfortunately how it's been for a long time.

“Afraid so. Sims is probably losing his shit waiting on me.” Adler places his hands on his daughter’s shoulders and pulls her in for another hug. “You be careful up there.”

“Be safe,” she returns.

Adler bends to kiss his daughter on the side of her head. After one last look into her eyes, he begins to exit the tent.

“Love you, dad,” she says without turning around. She knows if she looked at him again, she would break.

“Love you too, kiddo.”

She takes a deep breath when she hears the flap of the tent fall back into palce.

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In my head, Russell Adler is married (the Ex-wife line was a misdirect) to Natalya Orlova (h/c Rachel Weicz [b.1940, Soviet Union. Immigrated to US with her parents at the age of 3] and they have 3 children.

Sasha Orlova (florence Pugh) : b. 1960, USAF Virginia Orlova (Elena Fisher from Unchartered) b. 1962

Lex Orlova: Alexander Ludwig (b. 1964)