#i’m so confused!! what do i actually need to know!!!

[strawbrriess]

studying - luigi mangione

warnings: smut. fluff at the end

"you got it again," your boyfriend, lu, said with a sigh, pushing his textbook away.

you couldn't help but smirk, your eyes shining with victory. "told you i’d nail that one."

lu leaned back in his chair, arms folded. "alright, i’m impressed. what do you want?"

your mind raced with the possibilities, the promise of his reward lingering sweetly. you bit your lip, considering your options. the room was bathed in the soft glow of the small bedside lamp and your fairy lights, the only sound the distant hum of traffic outside. "i..don’t know..”

he raised an eyebrow.

you shrugged, feigning innocence. "well, do you have something better in mind?"

lu’s gaze held yours for a moment before he nodded, a smirk playing at his lips. “actually, i do. c’mere,” he said, watching you.

he couldn’t tear his eyes off you as you awkwardly got up from the bed, standing in front of him.

“sit,” he commanded, his hands on his lap. you sat down, his hands immediately finding their way to your waist.

as you sat, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your body, not just from the pressure of his hands but from the intimacy of the moment. you could feel his breath against your neck, his chest pressing lightly against yours. the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, only serving to heighten your neediness.

his hands moved from your waist to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. you could feel your heart racing, your pulse pounding in your ears. the books and notes scattered across the table were forgotten as you gave in to the passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface all evening.

the kiss grew more urgent, your bodies leaning into each other, the chair creaking under the weight of their combined enthusiasm. your hands slid up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. he pulled away, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "think you deserve your reward now?" he said, his voice rough with need.

you nodded, wanting his fingers in—

“yes, please,” you whined.

his hand trailed down until it was resting on the top of your shorts. you let out a gasp as his thumb ran over it, the slight friction causing the ache in your core to increase.

"lu," you whimpered, and he smirked.

‘shh, baby, let me take care of you," he cooed, slipping his hand into your panties. "so wet for me already, aren't you, baby?"

you didn't reply, your head thrown back as his fingers slid over your slick folds, the touch sending a wave of pleasure through you. you were practically dripping for him, and the way his fingertips teased your entrance had a low whine escaping from the back of your throat.

“what’s the matter, baby? feels good, doesn't it?" he teased, his breath hot on your ear. you whimpered again, his teeth found the lobe, tugging at it gently.

"mm, lu, please," you panted, arching up into his touch. "please what, baby?" he asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

"please, just-," you started, but your sentence ended in a high pitched moan as his finger pressed against your clit, the sudden sensation overwhelming.

"that’s it, baby, just relax," he purred, his free hand coming up to massage your breast through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. you moaned again, pressing your chest into his hand, craving more contact.

"more, please," you pleaded, and he laughed, low and throaty.

"you’re so needy, aren't you, baby? always so desperate for me."

his lips were back on your ear, his teeth nibbling at the shell, and the mixture of sensations had a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your body. you felt his fingers leave your aching core. you opened your eyes and looked at him, a confused expression on your face, but his only response was a smirk.

"take off your shirt," he ordered, and you obliged, lifting the hem of your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. "good girl," he praised, his eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. "now your shorts."

you kicked them off, letting them join your shirt on the floor. he stared at you, his gaze heated, and you could feel the flush spreading from your cheeks down your neck and across your chest.

"lay down, baby," he murmured, his hands running up your sides, and you shivered, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

you moved to lay down, your head resting on the pillow, and he moved between your legs, his lips crashing against yours.

you moaned into the kiss, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, and his hands moved to knead your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. the combined sensations had a low whimper escaping from the back of your throat, and he pulled back, his lips moving to the spot right behind your ear.

"fuck, baby, the sounds you make," he growled, nipping at the delicate skin. You squirmed beneath him, a breathy sigh leaving your lips.

"you like that, don't you, baby? you like when I touch you," he purred, his lips traveling down your neck, stopping to suck a bruise into the tender flesh.

"yes," you moaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, "please, lu, I need more."

"of course, amore," he murmured, his mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest. "i’ll give you what you want."

his lips latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, and you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"lu, oh my god," you breathed, arching into him. “i love when you say my name," he murmured, his fingers moving to pinch your other nipple, causing a sharp gasp to leave your mouth.

"so responsive, aren't you, dolcezza?" he smirked, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. "mm, yes, lu, please," you panted, the ache in your core growing stronger.

"tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his fingers pinching a little harder, making you whine. "please, lu, i want- i want your fingers," you stuttered, and he chuckled, low and deep.

"anything for you, sweetness," he said, and you felt his fingers slide lower, dancing across the inside of your thigh, teasingly close to your throbbing center.

"oh, fuck, lu, please," you pleaded, your hips arching up, trying to get him closer. "please, what, baby?" he purred, his mouth moving to your other breast, his teeth biting into the tender flesh.

"fuck—! please, lu, i want your fingers inside me," you cried, the ache becoming almost unbearable.

"since you asked so nicely," he smirked, his fingers moving to brush over your dripping folds, his touch feather light and maddening.

"fuck, lu, please, just-," you started, but a moan cut you off as his fingers pushed into you, your walls stretching around the sudden intrusion.

"you’re so fucking tight, baby," he groaned, his lips moving back to your neck, sucking a dark mark into the skin. "you’re so wet for me, aren't you, baby?"

"y-yes, fuck," you moaned, the feeling of his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit, driving you wild.

"so fucking perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing over your jaw. "come for me, let me see you fall apart."

he curled his fingers, hitting that special spot inside you, and you came undone, his name falling from your lips in a scream, white hot pleasure rushing through your veins.

"there you go, baby," he cooed, his thumb still rubbing your clit as you rode out your orgasm, your body trembling.

as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. he laughed, low and husky, and you felt the bed shift as he moved.

you opened your eyes, watching as he sat up, licking his fingers clean, and you flushed, the sight sending another rush of arousal through your body.

"look at you, baby, already ready for me," he smirked, and you whimpered, the heat pooling in your core again.

"such a good girl," he praised, and you felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, the contact causing you to gasp. "you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and thick with lust.

"yes, lu, please," you pleaded, arching your hips up.

he chuckled, his hand coming down to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushed into you, the stretch delicious. you moaned, your nails digging into his back as he filled you, his cock stretching and filling you in the most amazing way.

"so fucking tight, baby," he grunted, his lips pressed against the spot below your ear. "so perfect." "please, lu, I need more," you begged, your body craving more friction.

"patience, amore," he growled, his fingers gripping your hip tighter.

you whined, your nails dragging down his back, and he grunted, his hips thrusting forward, slamming into you. youmoaned, his cock hitting the spot inside you that had your head spinning, your walls clenching around him.

"fuck, lu, please," you gasped, and he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his cock hitting that special spot with every stroke.

"you’re so fucking good, baby, so perfect," he panted, his hips rolling against yours. "so tight and wet for me, aren't you?"

"yes, lu, oh my gosh," you cried, the pressure inside you building with each thrust, the fire burning brighter.

"gonna cum for me, baby?" he growled, his fingers moving to circle your clit.

"oh, fuck, lu!" you gasped, your hips bucking as his fingers sped up, bringing you closer to the edge.

"cum for me, baby. let me hear you scream." his thrusts became faster, his cock pounding into you, his fingers rubbing furiously on your clit, and the coil snapped, a white hot rush of pleasure rushing through your body as you fell over the edge, screaming his name.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, his hips stilling, his cock twitching as he came, his release filling you.

you collapsed, spent and satisfied, the waves of pleasure washing away, leaving you exhausted and sated. lu rolled off of you, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you.

"i love you, darling," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple.

"i love you, too, lu," you smiled, snuggling closer to him, the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his breathing coaxing you to sleep.

[wonderjanga]

Little Billy the Assistant

Zatanna was looking for the Champion. She’d wanted to ask for his help procuring an ingredient for a potion. All she expected was a short trip and maybe adventure. What she didn’t expect was running into a magically gifted orphan homeless looking kid.

Zatanna: *takes a detour a cramped street with a bunch of stalls selling stuff*

Billy: *ahead of her, heads to a gate leading to an alley, looks around for a bit before literally melting the lock off*

Zatanna: *sees this and stares*

Billy: *casts one more glance back before nearly feeling his soul leave his body at the sight of her looking at him*

He looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. Zatanna thought he was scared because he got caught by someone using magic in public. Billy was actually scared because she saw his civilian form do magic. Because what if she connected it back to Cap or something?!

Anyways, they made an uncomfortable amount of eye contact from across the street before Billy bolted into the alley. She tried to follow, but the crowd of the cramped street kept getting in her way, and by the time she got to the alley he was gone. Having lost him, she decided to ask Cap about the little boy about a week later when they were both at the Watchtower after he’d helped her find the ingredient she’d wanted. As for why it took a week for her to find him and ask for help? Billy had been avoiding her. Anyways…

Zatanna: “Cap, have you seen this little kid running around?”

Marvel: *immediately knew she was probably talking about him* “You’re going to have to be more specific than that Zatanna.”

Zatanna: “Okay… this little blue eyed black haired short little thing, maybe nine or 10-”

Marvel: *a little offended because he’s 12*

Zatanna: “-I saw him do magic the other day so he’s magical too. You know anything about him?”

Marvel: “Maybe? Why do you care about him?”

Zatanna: “Because recently I’ve had this idea of maybe having a little stage assistant.”

Marvel: “I thought you said you never wanted to share the spotlight or something?”

Zatanna: “That is true, but he was adorable! And I’m pretty sure he was also homeless.”

Marvel: *doesn’t know how to feel about being called adorable* “So…?”

Zatanna: “So he’d become my assistant and learn how to do his magic better since I doubt he has a teacher if I’m right about him being homeless. There’s also the added bonus of earning money which will benefit whether or not he actually is homeless.”

Marvel: *was prepared to say yes as soon as he heard money* “I’ll talk to him about it.”

Zatanna: “Oh? So you do know him.”

Marvel: “Maybe.”

Zatanna: “Maybe?”

Marvel: “Maybe. By the way, I’m pretty sure that kid you’re talking about has a job as a radio show host so he might not accept your offer if it conflicts with his schedule.”

Zatanna: “Radio show host? That’s a little retro, no? Buuuuuut… if he’s a show host, that at least means he has some pizzazz, so he could probably be good on stage too! As for the schedule thing, I mostly do night shows so he should be good.”

Billy mulled over this decision for many(two) days before deciding he’d accept her offer. As Cap, he told her to meet Billy at a popular street.

Billy: *waiting near a fountain and contemplating every decision he made up until his*

Zatanna: “Ah, it’s you! I assume Cap told you about my offer?”

Billy: “Yes? Could we uh… talk more about what the job would be like?”

Zatanna: “Of course! But first, let’s get some food in you.”

Billy: “What? Why?”

Zatanna: “Bud, you’re practically skin and bones.”

Billy: “Oh.” *sounds upset*

Zatanna: “Hey, hey, hey! No need to get upset! Try to think of the positives! I’m getting you food!”

They went to a little diner and ate while discussing all the things. What his job as an assistant would be, his pay, and so on.

Zatanna: “You sure know how to talk business, little guy.”

Billy: “Thank you…?” *sounds confused*

Zatanna: “I meant that in a good way.”

Billy: “Oh. Thanks then.” *smiles*

Zatanna: *just barely resists the urge to pinch his cheeks*

Zatanna stand by the fact that this kid was, in fact, incredibly adorable. Such a cutie honestly. And he’s such a sweetheart, too. After this meeting, they met up a couple more times, so Billy could rehearse being her assistant before he actually went on stage. Then the day came that he finally had to do his job…

Billy and Zatanna: *standing behind a curtain on stage*

Billy: “Uhm… Ms. Zatanna?”

Zatanna: “Yes?”

Billy: “What happens if I’m not good at being an assistant?”

Zatanna: *pauses to think* “Well, you’d stop, but I’d still continue trying to help you with your magic.”

Billy: “You mean that?” *just happy she wouldn’t immediately kick him to the curb*

Zatanna: “Of course.” *again has to resist pinching his cheeks*

The curtains soon opened after that conversation. The show must go on!

I’ll leave it up to you guys on whether he did good or not.

[puckinghischier]

I can just imagine doing a “soft launch” with Nico and him not understanding the concept of it and posting just a picture that’s very much you and the teams gc blowing up giving him shit

when you opened the burst of notifications suddenly flooding your phone, you’re confused. sure, you had just posted a soft launch of nico on your account, but you didn’t expect this kind of reaction to it, most of your close friends and family already knowing about him.

when you open the instagram app, though, you see none other than a post from your oh so sweet boyfriend, your smiling face next to his looking right back at you. his comments are full of fans talking back and forth about who you are and where you came from. you noticed the sudden influx of followers to your account, quickly switching your profile to private before any more make their way through.

the two of you had discussed doing a soft launch last night, agreeing that now is the time to do it, seeing as you’re getting pretty serious. you thought nico understood the concept, but bless his heart, he didn’t.

he had posted one of the most recent pictures the two of you had taken together. you were standing nestled close to him in front of the large tree at rockefeller center just across the bridge, big, loving smiles on both of your faces. the icing on the cake, though? he tagged you in the picture.

you noticed a few of his teammates in the comments, cheering the new relationship on and congratulating him for making it social media official.

ones such as timo, jack, and jesper, however, were poking fun at him. the three of them were the first of nico’s teammates you ever met, so you feel a bit closer to them than some of the others. you had actually crashed their lunch yesterday, joining the four hockey players for a quick cafe meal in-between practices.

they were included in your conversation, asking them their opinion and if it was too soon. when they all gave you their approval you continued the conversation with nico later that night, setting the plan into motion.

jack’s comment read “wow cap, this launch was about as soft as a rock,” while timo’s was along the lines of “soft on the ice, but not on the launches.”

jesper’s was a bit more to the point, simply stating “you’re not supposed to tag her, dumbass.”

before you could read any further comments, your screen was taken over by an incoming call from none other than your new instagram official boyfriend.

“sweetheart, i fucked up. i’m so sorry. i should have asked what you meant last night, but i thought we were just posting about each other. i had no clue it was supposed to be secretive and clever. you should have just told me what to post, now-“

“nico, neeks, calm down. take a breath, it’s fine,” you laugh at his rambles, interrupting his spiral that started the second you answered the phone, not even getting to say hello.

“you’re…not mad?” he stops mid-sentence, confused at your lack of fury at his mistake.

“no, i’m not mad. even if it did cause my phone to nearly crash because of how many notifications were coming through, it was cute,” you smile through your sentence, even though he can’t see you.

“oh…well….i guess i didn’t need to leave practice early then, huh?” he tells you, right as you hear the door open to your apartment, nico standing there with the key you gave him in hand.

you hang up your phone, standing from your couch and walking over towards him.

“why in the world would you leave practice early for something as silly as this?” you stand with your hands on your hips, looking at him disapprovingly.

he doesn’t meet your eye, seeming bashful all of a sudden. “well…if you were going to yell at me i would rather have had you do it in person, that way i could kiss you and tell you i loved you in person instead of over the phone,” he tells you honestly, looking like a little boy getting scolded by his parents.

rolling your eyes at him, you walk over and run your hands through his hair, letting your hands stop at the nape of his neck, arms resting on his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“well i’m not mad, but you can still kiss me and tell me you love me, since the entire state of new jersey—well, the united states and most of switzerland, probably—knows now,” you poke fun at him, scratching the bottom of his scalp while his arms come to circle around your waist.

smirking down at you, he meets your lips in a sweet kiss, barely able to savor it before his phone starts buzzing like crazy in his pocket, distracting both of you.

“now listen, i know i don’t have that many followers to freak out about my new hockey star boyfriend, so who’s blowing your phone up?” you pull back from the kiss, looking down at where his phone rests in the pocket of his sweats.

he pulls the device out, bringing it over so both of you can look at it. you see the messages continue to come through, the same name being seen on all of them: “the handsome devils”.

“that’s your groupchat name? the handsome devils? how original” you laugh at the team’s lack of creativity.

“it was jack’s idea,” nico shrugs, the explanation making perfect sense.

you can hardly read the messages because they’re coming in so fast, but you catch a few.

“nico, do we need to host an instagram class in lieu of practice one day?” dougie offers his admin skills to his captain.

“cap, even i know that soft launch means partial, not a full face shot,” followed by “i didn’t mean that the way that sounded, jack, don’t laugh,” from curtis, and then a “HAHAHA” from jack.

“does this mean i have to start calling her mom?” from luke was the last one you saw before looking up at nico, his furrowed brow showing his annoyance with his teammates.

you reach up to smooth the wrinkle between his full brows, leading him to look up at you instead of his phone.

“nico, they’re just poking fun. they all mean well,” you assure him, taking the still buzzing phone from his hands.

he pouts at you anyways, huffing out a sigh. “i just…felt really bad about all of this and they were all laughing at me when i was rushing out of the locker room, worried you were about to break up with me.”

you can’t help but let out your own laugh, finding it comical he actually thinks you would break up with him. his pout deepens at your laugh, crossing his arms and tucking into himself, yet again looking like a child.

“nico, i’m sorry, i’m not laughing at you, it’s just funny you think i’d break up with you over being too excited to tell people we’re dating and posting one of my favorite pictures of us on your very public instagram,” you assure him, untucking his arms from themselves and placing them back around your waist.

he lets himself relax a bit, getting comfortable in his hold on you again. “it is a really good picture of us, isn’t it?” he asks, looking down at you.

you nod your head yes, humming out a “mhmmm” before standing on your tip toes and pressing a kiss to his nose.

“now, why don’t we go make ourselves comfortable on the couch, order food, and think of snarky comebacks to send to your teammates for making fun of you?” you suggest, causing his face to light up.

“i knew i loved you for a reason,” he says enthusiastically, taking your arm and dragging you over towards the couch.

[cherrysurf]

Hello! I was maybe thinking to help with the writers block, that maybe you could do Katsuki helping the reader in the gym! (They don't actually know each other, but they were basically the only people in the gym and the reader, or Katsuki, needed a spotter) :]

Early morning gym session !

professional trainer!bakugou x f!reader

little ooc, yn is athletic but not super (kinda half proofread)

It was 4am when you decided to hit the gym before work, you liked waking up early to be prepared for the day and another thing about it was that there was hardly anyone at the gym during those hours, a few people here and there but that was it. The only downside to this was the fact that when you needed a spotter you couldn’t ask because of lack of people or the fact that everyone was in the zone doing their own thing. So here you are again at the gym it was 4:30am it was only you and maybe two other people as you were setting up the weights on the rack to do squats, you were trying to reach a new rep but you were hesitant just in case you couldn’t lift it backup and didn’t want to cause a severe injury on your back right before work, so you look around to see if anyone was taking a break between their sets so they could help you real quick, that’s when you see a tall spiky blonde man sitting on a bench wiping sweat off his face and drinking water, although he did look intimidating you had no other choice it was that or the group of grandmas on the tendmills you decided to suck it up and go ask him if he says no you’ll just stick to the same rep you can do by yourself. You slowly walked up to him. He was down looking at his phone with his headphones in black sleek beats just like yours but yours were blue. Then he saw a pair of shoes on the floor and looked up to see you awkwardly waved hi and pointed at your ears to signify that you wanted to say something, he took off his headphones and then said “what do you want?” in a monotone voice, “uhm i’m trying to reach a new rep but i need a spotter and i saw you were talking a break so i wanted to ask, but if you can’t that’s totally okay! i understand so you don’t need to worry about it or feel forced or anything” you said rambling “6 reps of 14 or i’m not doing it.” he said “what?” you say confused “6 reps of 14 or i'm not doing it. How do you expect to grow your glutes without a proper amount of reps?” he said almost in a snarky manner “mmh can i at least get a break in between?” you say “if you do them right. If not, you start over” he said. “Why did you ask him you” wondered annoyingly. “So why should I take your advice?” you questioned the man “because i’m a personal trainer and i know a lot more than you.” he added while taking a sip of his water “oh?” you say stunned “mhm so let’s get started before i don’t want to do this anymore.” he standing up you simply just turned around and walked to where you were while he followed behind—

the time he spent as your spotter was hell, filled with yelling about not squatting properly, how weak you were, how he squats twice as much, you were sweating so much you looked like how he looked when you approached him after it was done you laid down on the floor trying to catch your breath “that was nothing i don’t know why you are so dramatic clearly you’ve never trained properly.” he said laughing in a mocking way all you could do was roll your eyes from the lack of energy to fight him back. “So what's your name?” he says looking down at you “yn. you?” you responded heavily breathing “bakugou.” he said “i could train you if you want to get better” he continued on “no thanks i don’t want to pay for someone to yell at me” you say “free of charge for now. We go to the gym at the same time and I'll have you follow my daily routine just for a girl” he says, offering his hand to get you up, which you are shocked by how quickly he was able to get you off the ground with one hand. “free for now?” you asked confused, “think of it like a free trial if you’re not annoying and do the workouts right we can keep it free.” he shrugs “gimme your phone so i can put my number in” he said you comply handing him your phone and he returns it back before walking off “enjoy the rest of your measly work out see you tomorrow for a real workout.” he said going back to the area he was in leaving you shocked and outta breath ready to go home and shower thinking about how sore your going to be “maybe i should call out of work. I’m gonna have jelly legs.” you say groaning in annoyance.

the next couple of days of this new found routine helped you out a lot despite you coming home sore the first few days, you looked and felt better and noticed results faster than normal so one day after you and bakugou had finished the gym session you wanted to thank him, so as you both were walking out to leave and go your separate ways you stopped him “hey uhm i actually have something for you as a thank you gift but it’s in my car, would you mind if i go get it really quick.” you say nervously “we can just walk to your car so you don’t have to walk all the way back here” he said, “okay” you say as you both walked to your car it was awkward but that’s how it was if you and him were working out, you make it to your car to unlock it and pull out the gift basket with pre-workouts and a thank you car and some other gym essentials, his face was shocked at the sight of it all he rolled his eyes “you know you didn’t have to do this.” he said looking at you holding the gift basket “i know but you don’t charge me for lessons and they’ve been helping so it’s the least i can do.” you say looking at him. “Whatever, thank you I guess.” he said, taking the basket. “See you tomorrow don’t be late” he said walking off with his gift in hand, which made you smile to see that hint of amusement on his face from the gift. just as you were about to drive off you get a text from him saying “let’s go out to eat this weekend so i can tell you what you can eat for the the best results” he said which made you squeal like a little girl “okay sounds cool” you text back trying to be nonchalant but we’re really freaking out in real life excited for your little “date” with the cute boy from the gym.

a/n- thank you meeya for looking over it 😞🤞🏼, also ty darhina for requesting this? i rlly enjoyed writing it!!

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Snoop

Pairing: Choi Sungcheol x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend knows you’re a snoop. He’d never actually keep it in the house. You find a “ring box” with earrings inside. Christmas morning you go to unwrap the “earrings” and find your own personal easter egg.

Warnings: None…I think.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Hi hoes and hoochies (said with only affection)! I’m baaaccckkkkkk!!! Did ya miss me?? I have recently discovered that my ult bias had changed. This is his introduction into my oeuvre. Everyone say hello to Choi Sungcheol. *cheers and applause👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏* Please enjoy, I had sooo much fun writing this. Likes and Reblogs are welcome if you feel so compelled. BEWARE‼️‼️ spelling errors and grammar mistakes may lie ahead. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION ⚠️⚠️

XOXO, Bibi

P.S.

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P.P.S

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate 🎄

Thanks For Reading ❤️

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It’s here. You know it is. You look in every secret hiding place you can think of, but you can’t it anywhere. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re convinced he’s going to propose. Sungcheol had been hinting at an engagement for months. The two of you have been together for almost 4 years. It’s time. You were sure that you both were on the same page. But where’s the ring? You just want a peek.

Between the 10+ years he had spent with Jeonghan and being your boyfriend for years, Sungcheol had learned how to deal with a snoop. He knew you’d check. So he thought he would leave something for you to find.

“Where the HELL is this ring!?” After flipping the 12th pair of underwear, you were frustrated. Determined to find a ring you flip over pair 13, and apparently today it’s your lucky number. Bingo. Ring box. Excitement floods your veins. Just a tiny peak. You take a deep breath and open the box…revealing a sparkling pair of diamond earrings. They’re gorgeous and probably cost a small fortune, but you can’t help the disappointment that you feel. You’re incredibly hurt and confused but Sungcheol will be home any minute, you’ve gotta get it together.

“Hey baby” Sungcheol greets as he enters the house. The moment he sees you he knows you had found the earrings in his drawer. Part of him feels bad. He never wants to be the reason his girl is upset, but this was a lesson you needed to learn. He makes his way over to where you’re lounging on the couch and places a kiss on your forehead. “Hey” you half hardly reply. You’re trying your best to remain indifferent but your feelings are hurt. S.Coups doesn’t question your mood, he knows the cause. He plops down next to you and grabs a few goldfish from your bowl. Despite your mood, you try to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening with your boyfriend. In the back of your mind you’re still thinking about, what not finding a ring means for your relationship. If he doesn’t want to marry you now, after all these years and the long talk the two of you had about a life together on your last trip to Jeju. Will he ever?

*Christmas Morning*

You wake up on Christmas morning both thrilled and anxious. Your best friend had flown in from out of town to spend Christmas with you. You make your way down the hall, to the guest bedroom where she’s staying. You knock before waiting for her response. When she welcomes you in, you plop yourself on her bed heaving a big sigh. “What’s the matter with you” she asks as she turns to rummage through her suitcase. You stare up at the ceiling for a second before speaking, “It’s Christmas and my boyfriend hates me”. She turns and looks at you puzzled. “What are you talking about, that boy is obsessed with you” she gets up and shoves you over so she can lay beside you. You give her a sad smile, “Apparently he’s only obsessed for now. Forever with me isn’t appealing to him.” She looks over at you and resists the urge to hit you. Instead she simply says, “You don’t even believe yourself.” You don’t have the energy to fight her so you stand and ask if she’s ready for breakfast.

After breakfast, the three of you move to the living room to open gifts. This is the part you’ve been dreading. You watch with a small smile as your best friend opens her presents. The three of you has played rock paper scissors. She won, Then Sungcheol, you were last. Once she finishes S.coups pipes up. “Okay, my turn.” Sungcheol unwraps his new watch and looks at you with a big dimpled smiled. “Thank you my heart, I love it. Okay Baby, your turn.”

This is it. You can do this. You begin unwrapping the box you had stolen a glance at last night. You will your hands not to shake as you begin to pry it open. Your mouth flies open in shock at the diamond ring inside. Your eyes raise from the box in your hand to Sungcheol who has shifted from his place beside you to on his knee in front of you. “Angel, will you say yes to forever? Will you say yes to late nights with crying babies and early mornings with teething toddlers? trips around the world and nights on the couch at home? Will you say yes to the rest of our lives together? Baby I wanna build our life together from the ground up. Will you marry me?” Sungcheol doesn’t get a chance to blink before you launch yourself into his arms. “YES!” you squeal, before burying your face in his neck and crying. Right now you’re to happy to try and figure out where the this ring came from. You were sure you’d checked everywhere.

Later that night you’re staring at your newest accessory, when something occurs to you. “Coupsie, where did you have the ring at?” Sungcheol turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “Wow. You gave yourself up that quick huh?” Your eyes go wide as you realize your mistake. “I- wait…what?” He shifts his body closer to you and clears his throat. “After we had that talk in Jeju about getting married, I immediately started looking at rings. I knew that meant that you would also start snooping for a ring in the house.” He pinches your side playfully before speaking again. “So, I went and looked at rings for a month after work before I found the perfect ring. I went online and had it ordered to the store near your best friend’s house. She’s been keeping it with her this whole time.” Your eyes tear up at his confession. You feel guilty for the way you had felt prior to his proposal. “When I couldn’t find the ring. I was convinced we weren’t on the same page, and you didn’t want to marry me.” you confess. Sungcheol sighs before pulling you into his arms. “I also figured that would happen. But I needed you to be surprised. You deserve to feel special. I want to make plans for you. Just relax, let me take the lead sometimes. I’ve got you.” You look at him with a soft smile, eyes brimming with tears. Never in your life had you felt so seen. You snuggle closer to him and shut your eyes. Sending out an internal “thank you” to the universe for bringing the two of you together.

[devildomwriter]

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing | Luke, Raphael, & Simeon x Reader

1.3K Word Count | GN! Reader | CW: none just fluffiness

Caroling. You’d gone once before but stayed in the back and mouthed the words. That was no longer an option as you’d gotten wrapped into caroling with actual angels.

Luke suggested it after seeing a group of them in the human world. With just the four of you—Solomon wormed his way out of it—you weren’t sure how impressive it would be. You just hoped your voice would be ignored or drowned out by the talent surrounding you.

The songs were already rehearsed and you weren’t sure you were doing it right at all, you were far too distracted by Raphael’s brilliance with the sung word. You could only hope this would be the case for other humans too.

Raphael designed and prepared special outfits for you as well. Thankfully they weren’t tacky or old fashioned and were cute and warm looking. He’d made sure to get your input on what was normal for human carolers.

As far as you’d seen carolers wore normal clothes or very old fashioned ones like they were singing on the street corner in 1800s London. There was no in-between until Raphael made one himself.

Michael was delighted to hear the angels he’d sent to the Devildom were going to carol in impoverished neighborhoods to lift humans’ spirits so he’d given you a route to follow without being asked.

It was now expected you follow this route. Luke was more than happy but Simeon and Raphael looked stressed as though they had just been given homework. They more or less had and now you had to live up to Michael’s expectations too.

“So…do we go door to door and how many songs do we sing each? Do we gather neighbors instead…” you asked, hoping that in the elaborate route, there’d be some indication of how caroling should be done from an angel’s perspective.

Simeon sighed and shook his head. “No…I suppose we’ll play it by ear. I’m not sure what sort of neighborhoods he’s sending us to…”

“I can look it up!” Luke declared and pulled out his D.D.D. as it would be much faster than asking Simeon to do so.

Raphael studied the map while Luke’s expression turned frightful and he handed you the phone.

“What the fudge…” you covered a curse since there was a child in the room as you looked at the neighborhood crime reports. “Michael wants to kill us apparently…”

Raphael held out his hand to look at what the website had found and shook his head. “I see. Michael knows what he’s doing it seems.”

You looked dumbfounded and prodded for an answer.

He looked confused that you hadn’t put it together and explained, “These are clearly humans who need to hear us the most. Our voice may inspire them to spread kindness.”

“Yeah, crime report doesn’t necessarily mean these people are the perpetrators…more like they get robbed and…stuff…a lot.” You said avoiding eye contact with Luke.

Luke was shaking a tiny bit but quickly straightened himself out and nodded determinedly.

“Sir Michael knows what he’s doing! We’ve been given this task. If he trusts us with it it means we’ll all be fine.”

“Yes, we are angels after all,” Raphael nodded and Simeon gave you an apologetic look.

“Umm…no?” You retorted and Raphael thought for a second.

“This will give you the chance to be…” he thought aloud but changed his mind when you looked horrified by the implications. “You already are…in a way. You are descended from one, so…you should be fine. And besides,” he summoned his spear to his hand. “I’ll protect you.”

Luke nodded in agreement and Simeon continued to look more worried and sighed at his fledglings’ lack of understanding.

“That’s not the point,” Simeon argued for your sake as the two didn’t seem to get it.

Eventually, the night of caroling had arrived and you sat in the minivan rental, stressed for more than one reason.

Luke sat next to you giddily bouncing to release excited/nervous energy. You tugged at your shirt collar, feeling a little anxious and Simeon stepped out of the van to open the doors for you. You gave him a look and he nodded, smiling.

“You’ll be just fine, I promise. Besides those reports could have been old. This neighborhood doesn’t look so bad to me.”

You looked at the dilapidated buildings but decided to take a page out of Simeon’s book as you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Especially not surrounded by joyful angels in cute Christmas outfits.

You decided to set up on the street corner instead and you felt hot with embarrassment. You’d never put on a show spontaneously like this. Everything was always planned and expected by the people in the audience but you had no idea how this was going to go.

Even though only a few people were walking around, kids getting home from school, people walking their dogs, and people watching the snowfall, it was still enough to get their attention when four random strangers appeared in their tight-knit community.

Luke began as planned. You made no announcement or attempt to call people over. This was for the best as you’d be more embarrassed if no one even looked your way after something like that.

Simeon followed Luke’s lead and then yourself much more gently in case you missed your keys again. You had gotten much better through practice, enough that Raphael complimented your vocals but you were still very shy about a public performance.

At first, an elderly couple stood and listened. They smiled and held hands. Then a dog walker stopped and took out their earphones to see what was happening.

A group of young adults stopped next and stayed through the song you’d been singing as they walked by.

Little by little a small crowd formed and someone brought out a metal chair to sit in while their kid sat on the street next to them.

It was quite an unexpected sight. A group of people of all different ages with different agendas that day were stood frozen in amazement listening to the angels and yourself sing praises of their Father.

Some appeared skeptical and like they wanted to stay out of it at first but turned back around when they heard Luke’s solo piece as they were too impressed with it regardless of what he was singing.

Simeon smiled at you as you received a round of applause. Luke addressed the crowd this time, thanking them for listening and announcing the next song you’d be singing as the snow fell gently around you.

A few left after the announcement but a few more joined as more people came back from work and school.

Several dozen people stood in silence as you sang songs to them for an hour’s time. When you were done you bowed to the happy crowd.

As Michael had suggested, this was the best place you could have been. One woman thanked Simeon tearfully as this had been just what she needed and a few kids complimented Luke.

The elderly couple gave you taffy and wished you a good night and slowly the crowd dispersed as you, Luke, Raphael, and Simeon shared smiles and headed to the minivan.

“See. This neighborhood is great! Everyone was so nice! You can’t trust the internet!” Luke declared, happy with this win.

You nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes. I suppose Michael did know what he was doing this time…where else is he sending us?”

You asked and Raphael held up his D.D.D. to show you the route he’d input.

“That’s like five hours away? Does he realize how big this country is?”

Simeon laughed and Raphael sighed, annoyed at this revelation.

“Teleport us then?” Simeon asked you sweetly and you sighed.

“I guess.”

Without expecting it, you caroled the night away with a smile on your face as people from all walks of life were moved to tears by the voices of angels.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

okay...here goes...

(I wish you would write) a modern short au about Violet as a celebrity or princess or something, and Xaden as her bodyguard🤭🤭🫶

Okay I'm cheating a little on this one because I have something like this in my drafts already!! This was actually one of @skyfallscotland's prompt fics in which Lilith was the US President, and after a failed assassination attempt on the campaign trail, she assigns Xaden to be Violet's body guard. For reasons I hope are obvious, I don't want to finish it anymore. However, the first chapter was done in it's entirety by the time I scrapped it, so you can have 2.3k ish words of body guard Xaden!! (below the cut)

When Violet gets a knock on her door, she is not expecting it to have anything to do with her mother. The entire reason she’d gone to college in California was so that anything having to do with her mother would be a country away. And for the most part, it had worked. Her freshman and sophomore years had gone off without a hitch. In her classes that aren’t 99% poli sci majors, she doesn’t even get recognized, and she couldn’t be happier. 

She abandons her spot on the couch, and sets her planner to the side as she stands to answer the door. She doesn’t bother checking the peep hole, because she assumes it’s doordash for Ridoc, or last minute school supplies for Sawyer, or Rhiannon staying very ahead of her Christmas shopping. 

What she sees instead is a man. He’s tall, with dark, wavy hair, and dark skin. His arms—very broad, ridiculously so, some might say—are crossed over his chest— which is also notably broad. He’s squinting at her like he’s scrutinizing something, which is uncalled for, in Violet’s opinion. Maybe she isn’t dressed to impress just yet, but the only thing she’d been planning on impressing was her planner, and it didn’t have eyes, so her combo of old sweatpants she’d cut into shorts and a gigantic tie-dye t-shirt with her school’s name on it had been perfectly appropriate. 

“You just open the door all the way, without knowing who’s outside?” the man demands. He stares at her as does it, unflinching and unyielding. 

Violet, naturally, does both flinch and yield, because she’s entirely confused. She takes a step back, to get a better look at the man, to try and see where on earth he gets his audacity, but she comes up empty. 

“Do I know you?” she retorts, indignant. 

He matches her indignation, card for card. “Do you not have a chain on your door?” 

“Of course I don’t have a chain on my door. This isn’t New York.”

“Do you think crime only happens in New York?” The man demands. “Do you think that none of your mother’s enemies can run a google search and find out where you are?” 

He shouldn’t have brought up her mother. He’d been so hot before he opened his mouth, but even still, he could have saved the whole thing and escaped with his hotness intact if he’d avoided bringing up her mother. 

“Okay,” Violet says, “This was fun. You can go now.” 

She moves to slam the front door shut, but he shoves out an arm, blocking her. 

“See?” he says. “This is why you need a door chain. You can’t keep me out. You’re not strong enough, but metal is.” 

She stares at him for a second, blinks, then decides. 

“Okay. You can leave, and also, fuck you. Who the hell do you think you are?”

He’s still holding her door open, so she cannot make him leave, unless she resorts to something petty like kicking his shins. His arm, outstretched to support the door, looks…enticing. She’ll give him that. He has an enticing arm. Assholes are, technically, allowed to have enticing arms. 

“You know who I am,” he replies. His tone betrays no humor, which is ridiculous, because there’s no way he’s serious. 

“I don’t, actually, or I wouldn't have asked,” she snaps. “Not that I care. You have one more chance to tell me, then you’re going to need to get the fuck out, or I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs, and my two male MMA fighter roommates are going to come out here and kick your ass.” 

Ridoc and Sawyer only took one MMA class as a bonding experience, but Violet knows they’ll at the very least get this man out of the doorway. 

The man studies her with that same analytical look he’d donned when she first opened the door. He looks her up and down, then comes to his conclusion. 

“She didn’t tell you.” 

“Who,” Violet seethes, “is she?”

“Your mother, “ he says, though he’s speaking slowly, thinking as he goes, “She didn’t tell you. She didn’t call you or anything?”

“The last time my mother called me was in the year of our lord two thousand and sixteen, and that was genuinely only because she thought I had been abducted, so no. My mother didn’t call me.”

She pushes against the door with all she has, and still, he doesn’t move. He might have over one hundred pounds on her, though, given his size and his muscle mass. She will definitely have to get creative. There’s a vase on the coffee table Rhiannon won’t miss. 

“I’m your new bodyguard,” the man says. He holds the hand that isn’t holding the door out to her, anticipating a handshake. “Xaden Riorson.” 

Violet stares at him, at his hand, and at him holding out his hand. She says, “No you’re not.” 

“I’m not Xaden Riorson, or I’m not your new bodyguard?” he asks. “Because I'm pretty sure I’m both.” 

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, emphatically. “No to both. You’re neither.” 

He sighs, shoves his hand into his pocket, and emerges with a badge. It has its own little leather case, but the badge itself is shiny and gold, with an eagle at the top and a silver star in the center. 

“Happy now?” he asks, voice dry. 

He’s not just a bodyguard. He's from the secret service. 

“I’m happy that you found your way into a costume shop, but it is that time of year,” Violet says. And she’s right. With the start of August comes a proliferation of Spirit Halloweens. One on every corner, practically. 

“It’s a real badge, Sorrengail.”

She hadn’t told him her last name, and she hates that he already knows it, that he knows her mother. It doesn’t give him any legitimacy, though. He’d said it himself—she’s really only a google search away. 

But, if he’s actually Xaden Riorson, so is he. 

“Hang on,” she says, brain already speeding down this train of thought. “Stay outside, or I will actually commit a crime.” 

She steps back from the door, and he raises his non-braced hand in surrender. He leaves his badge out, and though Violet keeps her eyes on him, he doesn’t move over her line in the sand. 

She finds her phone  abandoned on the couch. She turns it on quickly, and her eyes scan notifications, but there is, of course, nothing from Lilith. Even though it shouldn’t, her heart still sinks. She should know better than to allow hope to thrive where her mother is concerned, but evidently, she doesn’t. 

She opens Safari without checking her other notifications, and types in his supposed name. Xaden Riorson. 

The results are inconclusive. No one, it seems, knows what Xaden Riorson is up to. 

“Give me your driver’s license,” she demands. 

He sighs, irritably, but then he’s digging in his pocket once more, revealing a wallet, and presenting her with his ID. He holds it over the threshold, so she plucks it from his fingers and holds it up in the light. 

It looks real, though Violet’s never been big on fake IDs, because she’s never been big on doing anything she thinks might make her mother think she isn’t perfectly capable of caring for herself. Illegal activities fall squarely on her no-no list. 

The picture matches, though Violet’s almost certain there’s a way to make that happen with fake IDs, too. She thinks she’s supposed to see a line somewhere in the middle of the ID, if it is real, but she’s also not entirely sure that isn’t actually the procedure for counterfeit money, and the longer she holds his ID up to the light without finding said line, the less sure she is of the line’s existence at all. 

Finally, she says, “Hmm.” 

“Hmm?” he presses. 

“Well, I’m starting to think you’re Xaden Riorson, but that makes the secret service thing even less believable,” Violet says. 

“Does it?” His voice is bone-dry, but Violet doesn’t mind. She’ll get to the bottom of this without his help. 

“It does, because the Xaden Riorson I knew of was a senator’s son, and the sons of senators don’t just up and join the secret service.” 

“They don’t?” he asks, still dry as ever. 

“They don’t, because joining the secret service means you’re literally willing to die for the president.” 

“And senator’s sons can’t do that?” 

Other senator’s sons could, Violet thinks, but not Fen Riorson’s son. Fen Riorson had not been just any senator. Last election, Fen Riorson had been her mother’s main opponent, and when Americans went to the polls, they had not picked him. 

He’d died six months after the election, but not before hundreds of articles were written, claiming he wanted to share classified government intelligence with the public, things the people deserved to know, but those in office were too cowardly to tell them. 

His secrets died with him. 

And Violet knows her mother is a lot of things, but she wouldn’t do this. She wouldn’t make the son of her biggest political rival her daughter’s bodyguard. Her daughter doesn’t even have a bodyguard, because her daughter does not need a bodyguard. 

“You can’t,” Violet says. “You, specifically.” 

“Well, unfortunately for you, Sorrengail, I did. What’s it gonna take for you to believe me? Want to see my work email? Want to meet my team?” 

She’s trying and failing to remember how hard it is to fake an email, or a series of emails, but he keeps talking. 

“Of course, I could just call your mom.” 

Her gaze darts to his. “You could call her?” she asks, but then, her brain catches up to her tongue. “Well, there’s AI now. You could fake her voice.”

“God, okay, you can call her and you can ask her three questions only she knows. How’s that? Do we have a deal? Because believe it or not, I have a job to do.”

She does not believe it, because if she does believe it, she is that job. She cannot be his job. 

“Fine!” Violet snaps, “Fine. I’ll call her. Don’t you dare come in.” He sighs that same exasperated sigh, and still, he doesn’t move. Violet moves to her contacts—she hadn’t lied about her mother’s radio silence. She really hasn’t talked to her mother on the phone in eight years. They also don’t text. Most of her communications are through her mother’s Chief of Staff, Colonel Aetos, who still goes by his military title. 

Still, her mother is in her phone under “birth giver” which had felt incredibly edgy when she did it at thirteen, but now makes her tilt her phone closer to herself, in case Xaden sees. 

Her mother’s personal line is secure, and though she doesn’t always carry her phone on her, she’s heard from Mira—who actually makes calls to their mother, when she’s not underwater—that their mother is good at picking up the phone. 

It rings once, and Violet bites her lip. It rings twice, and Violet’s foot begins to tap a thundering beat. 

It rings three times, and her mother’s voice sounds in her ear. 

“Violet?” Lilith asks. 

“Traditionally, “ Violet says, “people answer phone calls with ‘hello’.” 

“Traditionally, you don’t call me,” Lilith retorts. “I thought someone stole your phone.” 

“Nope. I’ve never had anything stolen from me because I am exceedingly competent.” Xaden huffs at this, which Violet cannot understand. She’s making a valid point. “And because of this exceeding competency, I can’t understand why there is a man at my door claiming to be part of the secret service. Can you comprehend this, mother?”

Violet will not be calling her mom.

“Is the man Xaden Riorson, or a member of his team?” Lilith asks. Violet thinks the world is sinking beneath her. She is slipping through the cracks. “Because if that’s the case, then yes. And he’s not claiming anything. Did he not show you his badge?” 

Violet swallows. Her throat is very, very dry. “You can get those badges anywhere.” 

“No you can’t. I have a country to run and an election to win, Violet, so if that’s all you had to say, I need to go.” 

She hasn’t spoken to her mother since her last mandatory Christmas visit. She’d spent the entirety of the summer sweating in California. And still, her mother doesn’t want to talk to her. 

“I don’t need a secret service agent, Mom,” Violet snaps. She feels suddenly sixteen again, when her mother was still her mother. 

“Correct. You don’t need one, you need four.” 

“I do not need four! I have never needed four!” 

Xaden Riorson is watching her start a screaming match with her mother, and Violet knows she should be embarrassed, but she’s too angry. She doesn’t have any energy to spare. 

“Did you hear that I was shot at recently, Violet?” 

“Of course I heard! Not from you, of course, because that would be too much to ask!” 

“Then connect the dots. You’re too intelligent to question me on this. Let Mr. Riorson do his job.” 

“He’s not Mr. Anything! He’s twenty-two!” 

“He is twenty two, which will make his work with you significantly easier on you. He’s also very good at his job. You’ll be safe. I don’t care if you’re angry with me if you’re safe.” 

“That’s ridiculous!” Violet seethes. “You’re being unreasonable! I have kept myself perfectly safe-” 

She is cut off by a beep. Her mother has hung up. Violet stares at the phone in her hand for a moment, then aggressively redials her mother’s number. 

Her mother doesn’t answer. 

Xaden Riorson is still in her doorway. 

“I didn’t quite realize it was like that between you two,” he says, casually, as if he didn’t just witness a sacred portion of Violet’s life imploding in her hands. Her privacy, destroyed. 

[ilikekidsshows]

I've seen people said Adrien doesn't have motivation to be a hero but Marinette does, which is weird because I feel like it's Marinette who doesn't have a motivation to be hero beyond "people listen to Ladybug". Her lack of motivation is what confused me because as a protagonist, she's inevitably become a role model for the young audience and I find nothing about her is likeable, even more so after she become a guardian. It's as if being a guardian inflate her ego and she forgot that everyone else is a human with feelings, not just a pawn or a doll for her to play and ordered around.

Recently I found out a website that contain the concept plot and it confused me more because I feel like concept Marinette is a more grounded character than she is in the show.

Marinette's goal isn't just to be Adrien/Felix's girlfriend but she also need to collect the kwamis that she accidentally releases and she become a guardian not because of luck or favoritism like how it is in the show, it's because her grandfather is the guardian. Adrien/Felix doesn't even become Chat Noir because he's chosen by the guardian, it's Plagg who chose him. It's actually much better than the whole "I choose you but also I'm not going to do anything with you" that Fu pulls in the show.

i don't understand why the higher up/the sponsor reject this plot because I think this much better than whatever we have now. If they have a problem with Chat Noir being an anti-hero, then why do they accept Marinette being written like one while also hailing her as a hero?

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“Adrien isn't motivated to be a hero” he actually likes being a hero, unlike our role model protagonist, who’d rather do anything than be Ladybug even when she's being lauded for her heroic deeds. Is this based on Adrien trying to quit when Fu or Marinette is making his job needlessly more difficult to do? Because, like, that's the only thing that he seems to dislike about being a hero, which, like, makes Marinette an even worse hero. She’s so bad at her job, she makes otherwise eager heroes lose their motivation.

I’m gonna be very honest here; Marinette becoming Ladybug because she accidentally released a bunch of magical creatures and Adrien/Félix being more of an anti-hero rival than a full-on ally would have been copied straight from Cardcaptor Sakura’s starting setup. Like, I’m not surprised that even the rejected ideas for Miraculous are copied from other properties, but it just proves that regardless of any other variables, Astruc’s creation was always going to be highly derivative. Regardless, I do feel that Fu being her grandfather instead of a stranger would have gone a long way in justifying Marinette’s special treatment both in-universe and to the audience, but that’s probably why it was rejected.

Like, we can mock the fact that Marinette isn’t actually within spitting distance of being a “normal girl with a normal life” all we like, but that doesn’t change the fact that, from a purely on-paper angle, she is pretty average. She’s a middle-schooler with pretty average hobbies who deals with normal teen problems like bullies and a crush on a boy she doesn’t know how to deal with. There’s a reason it’s the opening line for the show’s opening. It's marketable. A special chosen one from the start wouldn’t have been as marketable in the same way. Especially when we take into account how hypersensitive Astruc is to Marinette being less liked than he’d want. He’d do whatever he can think of to make sure Marinette isn’t immediately judged a “Mary Sue”.

The thing with executives is that they don't watch the shows they fund. They read the pitch, synopses, and maybe the scripts if they can find the time. And even then, they might not want to put in the money to get a script revised even if they paid enough attention to tell it was dogshit. They wouldn't be interested as long as the different Miraculous bedsheets and shampoos keep selling and as long as the show isn’t too gay to sell to other countries. Like, the show bible that Gloob leaked? The one full of inaccuracies because it was outdated? That was what the executives were most likely given when the retool went into development. In addition, corporate oversight on the show has actually decreased the longer it’s gone on, because the show’s proven itself to be a success. I’m pretty sure the higher-ups were not asked: “hey, is it okay if we make Marinette an entitled jerk who gets validated at every turn while she starts treating people worse and worse?” I’m pretty sure no one okayed Marinette’s “villain arc”, it was just allowed to pass because it didn’t make the show less marketable.

That’s the thing with any property that becomes “too big to fail”. Less oversight means less quality control. It’s like one anonymous Gamefreak employee said about making Pokémon games: “It’ll sell anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it’s bad.”

[rinabin]

dance practice

“fucking seunghan,” you mutter under your breath, turning down yet another hallway. hearing the lack of loud obnoxious music, you realize you’ve gone the wrong way for the third time. groaning internally, you question why you’d tried to find this place yourself instead of simply asking the front desk. and of course seunghan had to not answer his phone at this very moment. granted he was probably practicing but hey!!!! you're a girl struggling in this maze that they called the dance building, you're allowed to be mad.

just as you’re about to take another step, you hear someone calling your name. whipping your head around expecting seunghan to come save you, you see another pair of eyes blinking at you instead.

“wonbin?” you say, surprised. 

wonbin gives you a small wave as he walks up. “what are you doing here? i’ve never seen you around the studio before” he asks.

explaining the dilemma you’re in, wonbin presses his lips together as if he’s trying not to laugh. you pause mid sentence and narrow your eyes at him, “so you think my suffering is funny?”

“no i would never think that,” he says with mock innocence. before you can retort, wonbin offers, “ i’m actually meeting them. you wanna walk together?” you nod, silently thanking wonbin for saving you from yourself.

a silence follows the two of you as you walk through the halls of the dance studio. taking in your environment, you try to memorize the correct turns and corners refusing to be embarrassed like this again.

“how’s daisy?” wonbin asks, catching you off guard.

“huh?” 

“daisy,” he repeats, with a grin, “how is she? i need to make sure i left her in good hands.”

you stare at him, deadpan, “you’re asking me how a stuffed animal is doing?”

wonbin lets out a side smile, “she’s your daughter isn’t she?" 

deciding to play along, you respond, “she’s very well, no thanks to you,” giving him a playful side eye. 

wonbin lets out a scoff, dramatically bringing his hand to his chest, “yn! how are you insult me like this? i literally birthed her.”

"shut up,” you softly shove him with your shoulder walking alongside him.

“soooooooooo, do you dance?” you question.

“not professionally like taro”, wonbin clarifies, “but i do enjoy it. i drop in sometimes when he’s practicing to blow off some steam.” he opens the studio door for you, “we’re here”. 

spotting seunghan, you immediately make a beeline towards him. “hey yn- ow what the hell!” seunghan exclaims as you lightly smack the back of his head. 

“that’s for not answering my texts and leaving me to fend for myself in this maze” you huff out. seunghan, confused opens his bag to see the 50 messages you left him on his phone.

“oh my god yn. i am so sorry, i left my phone on dnd” he apologies. "at least you made it here,” seunghan meekly adds.

rolling your eyes for dramatics, you hand him his wallet. observing the studio as seunghan packs his wallet, you see shotaro drinking water. you shyly raise your hand as a greeting, which he returns with a smile and a nod. next to him, you spot wonbin taking off his jacket, revealing a white tank top that showcase his defined arm muscles. feeling your face get warm at the sight, you quickly look back down at seunghan who is still ruffling through his bag. watching him scramble through his bag, you let him know you’re going to head out.

“wait, no don’t go.” seunghan exclaims, standing up from his bag. “we’re gonna go for lunch after. come with us. it’s on me”.

toying with the straps of your jacket, you mumble that you don’t want to be an intrusion. seunghan reassures you that you won’t be, looking over to shotaro for backup. shotaro agrees, encouraging you to stay while wonbin adds a soft “stay” in support. you meet his eyes - maybe for a moment too long - before turning back at seunghan. 

“okay”, you whisper as you slide down to get settled on the floor. as you put your stuff away, you make eye contact with wonbin once again. he meets your gaze with a gentle expression, definitelyyyyyy not leaving you with butterflies in your chest.

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a/n: merry christmas and happy holidays!!! hope u all enjoy my gift to u <3

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[illmasc]

mildly vulnerable/ooc post on main oooh watch out!

feeling weirdly like domming people lately. but i need practice, haha. slowly working it into my page—if you want it from me, you’ll have to tell me exactly what you want at first. i still need to build up my dom muscles.

i used to advertise myself as a switch on here but got tired of trying to dom because it felt like a lot of guesswork and i didn’t know if i was doing a good job

i think that’s the case with all doms, at least at first, though. as horny as i am, i’m also someone on the aro/ace spectrum, so i kind of have an interest in getting people off without necessarily getting off myself sometimes. not that domming isn’t hot—i like to be bossy ;) but i have a lot of ideals about not infringing on people’s free will/not being actually demanding that get in the way. i get confused.

lately particularly tboys (not all, there’s some variance, but particularly) have made me literally just want to top them so bad. i know sub and dom are not synonymous with bottom and top, but you all know what i mean. a feral state comes over me and i want to fuck them with my phantom limb dick. so. there’s that.

hope this drabble is helpful. don’t jump at the chance for this—i’ll probably get overwhelmed again lmao. but just a little signal out to everyone that i’m stepping into switchy territory again…

[wonsroyalty]

R.E.M 🌙

jay x f!reader

03 | dream guest on my youtube channel

You’d tried to wake Natty up but were met with a great level of resistance.

Now you were stood in Jay’s kitchen awkwardly looking at anything other than him.

As soon as he’d buzzed you up he asked you to reach into his pantry to get a bag of flour for his pancakes.

A jumpscare waited for you when you left the room, a man stood staring at you as if you were an alien he wanted to inspect.

“Wonie, move.” Jay sighed.

“Wonie?” you mouthed in confusion to yourself.

You placed the flour on the counter and opened your arms to hug Jay but the hug never came as you were pushed back by the forehead.

‘Wonie’ dashed around the counter to separate the two of you.

“Jungwon.” Jay shook his head.

Your eyes darted around the room, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans as you slowly processed the embarrassment.

“What if she has a.. knife!” Jungwon held his hands up, surrendering to Jay’s glare.

“I don’t have a knife-”

“She’s not gonna have a knife..?”

Jungwon grabbed your hand then grabbed Jay’s opposite hand.

“Shake hands instead.” he pressed your palms together. “I don’t trust her yet..”

“Nice to meet you both, for Jungwon because I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Yn.” you smiled shaking Jay’s hand while looking at the strange boy.

“You’re really beautiful, you know.” Jay cheesed. “I would ask you to come see a movie with me, but I don’t want to get into trouble for bringing a snack.”

He winked.

You let go of his hands to cover your face.

“Oh my..” you laughed.

“Sorry about Jungwon, he’s a bit… skeptical with people he doesn’t know. He’ll be fine once he gets to know you!” Jay apologised. “He’s also my editor and roommate.”

“My editors also my roommate!” you gasped. “Well, more like my wife.. I pay her rent and she cooks me food.”

“Wife…? Yeah, no I don’t pay his rent, but I do cook him food!” Jay smiled.

“Can we hurry this up, The shoot isn’t gonna shoot itself.” Jungwon rolled his eyes.

You and Jay ate breakfast over the shoot for your video - a q&a with him about who he is and what inspired him to start his channel before moving onto the cooking needed for his video.

He planned for you to make his famous ‘Marry Me Chicken’, you weren’t sure if he was mocking you with the title but the video was running smoothly.

The chemistry between you two was definitely evident, lingering touches and gazes filled with admiration for the other. It genuinely felt like a love at first sight situation.

You leant against the counter while Jay cleaned the surface, blabbering about how your friend Sunghoon burnt down your old kitchen leading to your recent move.

“Yeah, he’s strange sometimes.” you grinned. “But- oh.”

Jay had accidentally swiped a spoon off the table.

You both reached for it at the same time, bumbling heads in the process.

Apologies tumbled out of your mouth rapidly but Jay grasped your own head before his.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern laced in his tone.

You let your head bobble as he inspected you.

“I’m good, my heads ringing but it’s nothing serious.” you reassured. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” he nodded, going back to the task he was doing before.

You looked into the camera then looked away, rushing towards the oven as the timer beeped.

“You’re not in the office, Yn.” Jungwon tried to frown but the small smile on his lips showed he wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Natty would appreciate the gesture.” you laughed.

“Are you saying that she’s a better editor than I am?” Jungwon argued before walking up to the camera a making a cut symbol.

“She never said- ” Jay started.

“You’re both amazing in your own ways.” you sighed, plating up the meal for the three of you.

Jay grabbed forks for you to try what you had prepared. He swirled a portion of pasta with a fork a spoon before holding it out in front of your mouth.

“Hm..?” you hummed in confusion.

“Open!” he widened his mouth.

He pushed the fork into your mouth, studying your face for a reaction.

“Jay… this is so beautiful? How did you even come up with this recipe!” you beamed, savouring the attack of flavours on your tongue.

Jay gripped your shoulder, beaming with joy.

“I’m glad you like it, we did this together!” he squeezed carefully. “It was my grandmother’s recipe, she taught me how to make it as a kid.”

The two of you got lost in conversation about a series of topics stemming from Jay’s grandmother.

Jungwon cleared his throat then walked into the view and made a cutting sign.

“Right, right. Thank you for tuning in to another Jaybie video, don’t forget to tag me in pictures and videos of you all trying out my recipes, I hope to see you in the next one.”

He then motioned for you to step forward.

“Thank you guys for watching this video, I hope you enjoyed watching us. Remember - No matter where you are, just know that I love you!”

“That’s so cute.” he smiled.

“Oh, thank you.” you blushed.

“Say bye.” Jungwon grumbled.

“Bye!” the two of you waved at the camera.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: when yn, a single mother to 900k+, describes a man she had a dream about, her fans set themselves on a mission to find said mystery man. what will jay do when he’s flooded with thousands of comments claiming that he’s the one..

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a/n: i experienced the WORST case of writers block while writing this omg 😭 it’s so bad 😞 and also sorry for the wait, ill drop the next chapter in a few hours 🤩

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Care Now and Forever (Starting Now)

Part 2 of Care Now and Forever

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Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

Summary: You faint and Deacon takes care of you. As you wonder how he manages to be exactly where you need him to be, Deacon plans to start forever with you.

Warnings: r faints, depictions of anemia/iron deficiency, brief mention of blood, fluff and comfort galore

Word Count: 1.0k+ words

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Yawning again, you glance at the clock and frown. It’s not even lunchtime, but you’re so fatigued you are having trouble staying upright. You stand to refill your water, then lower your hand back to your seat as you grow dizzy. Since the last time you passed out around Deacon, you’ve been better about ensuring your iron levels stay consistent and you are hydrated, but you’re having an off day.

In the kitchen, you get another glass of water and a snack, hoping it will help you feel better and get you through the rest of the day. You check your phone after receiving a text from Deacon promising homemade dinner when he gets off tonight. Before you can reply, your phone rings with an incoming call.

“Hi, Deacon,” you greet. “I was just texting you.”

“Should I hang up and let you finish?” he jokes.

“I suppose I could just tell you. Dinner sounds great.”

“Good. How are you feeling? You sound tired.”

Deacon has a sixth sense about you and your health, so you’re not surprised he can tell that simply from your voice.

“I am, but other than that, I’m all good. How’s work?”

“Slow. Which… Let me call you back? Hicks is calling us over.”

“Sure. I love you.”

“I love you,” Deacon replies before ending the call.

You return to the couch and sit carefully, sipping your water and eating your snack in measured bites. A metallic, coppery taste invades your senses, and your stomach flips as if you ingested blood. After another drink of water, your phone chimes, but you feel off-balance and don’t reach for it, opting to take deep breaths to remain conscious.

A key slides into the lock on your front door several minutes after your head clears, and you furrow your brows as you stand. Deacon steps inside with a bright smile, and you take several hurried steps forward to greet him with a hug. Just before you reach him, you stop and blink once before your legs buckle.

Deacon watches your eyes as he extends his arms. He catches you without a problem and carries you carefully to the couch. Watching your chest rise and fall, Deacon wonders what happened. You were fine earlier; you sounded tired, a symptom of iron deficiency, but you’ve been eating well, staying hydrated, and keeping him updated, so he’s confused about the sudden fainting.

“Hey, you with me?” Deacon asks, gently tapping your cheek.

You hum and squeeze your eyes closed tighter. “Did I faint?”

“Better question is why did you faint?” he counters. “Have you eaten today?”

“Yeah, I ate and drank water. Right before you got here, I got this weird blood taste in my mouth.”

“I’ll make an appointment with your doctor if you want. For now, what do you need?”

You open your eyes, smile, and look pointedly at Deacon's muscular arm resting beside you. He sighs, still smiling, and moves onto the couch to tug you against his chest. Your water and snacks are still within reach, and you take several bites while your senses return.

“Feeling better yet?” Deacon asks.

“I think you’re the magic cure,” you answer with a nod. “Maybe you should just quit your job and stay with me all of the time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier you weren’t feeling great?”

“I thought it would pass, it wasn’t like the last time, just some dizziness and the weird taste.”

“But you’re not actually bleeding?”

“Not that I know of.”

Deacon brushes his hand over your hair and kisses your forehead.

“What do you think happened?”

“Maybe you just missed me so desperately that your body reacted dramatically,” Deacon teases. “Alternatively, you might be slightly anemic or stressed; there are lots of possibilities.”

“You always seem to show up right before something happens,” you muse.

Deacon smiles but doesn’t comment on his ability to be in the right place at the right time when it comes to you. “Do you want me to order dinner?”

“We can cook,” you offer. “I’m feeling much better.”

“Sweetheart,” Deacon sighs. “Don’t jump back into doing too much too fast.”

You nod and grip Deacon’s wrist as you grow dizzy again. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’ll order the food, you sit here, look pretty, and stay conscious, okay?”

“I can do two of the three, but you have to pick which.”

“Faint and you become a comedian,” Deacon grumbles with faux grumpiness. “Any requests for dinner?”

“You can pick,” you reply. “And, Deacon? Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking care of me, being here, everything.”

“The care is a given, now and forever, because I love you. I really wish you’d start telling me when you feel off, but I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your phone buzzes as Deacon makes a call to your favorite restaurant. Unwilling to risk leaning forward, you leave it on the table and watch Deacon. Every little thing he does communicates his care for you, and you’ve known from the beginning that he shows his care in remarkable ways because he loves like you’ve never been loved before.

“Food will be here in thirty minutes,” Deacon says as he returns. “What else do you need?”

“You really want to take care of me?” Deacon smiles because he obviously does, and you ask, “Sit with me?”

Deacon takes the place beside you and welcomes you under his arm. Leaning against his shoulder, you look into Deacon’s eyes and thank him again.

“Will you go to the doctor with me? It’s not fair to either of us that this keeps happening.”

“Anytime,” Deacon assures. “What did you do today?”

“Not much. I got some work done this afternoon but started feeling bad around lunch. You’ll be glad to know I took your advice and rested, drank water, and had some food rather than pushing through.”

“I am glad to know that. However, you keep forgetting the most important advice which is to call me.”

“I think you’re secretly Spider-Man and your senses tingle, so you know to come home anyway.”

Deacon smiles at your phrasing. He doesn’t care that you just compared him to a superhero, but you called your house a collective home, and Deacon thinks the idea of a shared future with you sounds perfect. His promise to care for you forever is just the beginning, and now he wants to start forever with you.

[shoyastars]

My Christmas Star

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A Binary Star Hero fanfic special, happy holidays everyone, I hope you have an amazing Christmas.

Now, for starters.

I am not the creator of Binary Star Hero nor am I the creator of Ray, these world all with the characters belong to Concreteparasite.

If you haven’t checked out the game I suggest you do so. However keep in mind that it is strictly for adults. Which also means this should also count as the same, the fandom is strictly not for minors, 18+ only.

Now, let’s begin.

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Ray never spent Christmas with anyone, and after some time away from family, you didn’t ether for some time.

Since Christmas was around the corner, you decided to give him a gift he won’t ever forget. You could get him a store bought gift, however handmade seems more thoughtful, or even just a day together seems more precious to him. So what would count in his eyes as a good gift?

The sound of the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

‘Strange… doesn’t he work longer hours during this time?’

“Ray?”

“Hey star.”

He gone over and kissed your cheek, you were still wondering why he’s home early.

“Don’t you work longer hours during this time?”

“Well yeah, strangely… they’re letting me have a break..”

A break? The NAHA allowed him to actually relax? Confusing as it was, you knew this could be used to possibly figure out what to make for him or what he thinks is a good gift.

“Well as suspicious as it is… I guess they finally realized you needed a break. So what do you plan on doing with this time off?”

“Hm, maybe spend as much time with you. That’s a great enough time consumer for me.”

“I don’t know if I’m ether flattered or insulted.”

You went to go get a mug to make some hot chocolate, while pouting. You felt Ray’s arms wrap around you for a gentle hug.

“Ether way, I’m glad to spend as much time with you as I can.”

You felt your heart beating in your ears along with your face heating up. How does he always manage to fluster you so easily? You were glad he enjoyed being with you. Even if he was taking a break from being Binary Star. That’s when the idea came to mind, he really does want to spend time with you every chance he gets, however you were human, so that still meant you couldn’t be with him 24/7, but what if you gave him a reminder of how much you miss him during work?

Thank god you both agreed reading your mind needs to stop. Otherwise the surprise would’ve been ruined.

The day out on the town was also a day you decide to secretly get some supplies for your gift for Ray, the snow was also falling and the chatter of people going Christmas shopping for the holiday filled the air. It was always busy this time of year, though a bit annoying, you can understand the reason being they wanted to get something nice for their family or friends. You made sure to keep the supplies stashed in your bag, you didn’t originally know how you were going to get it but you did. When Ray asked you why you were acting strange, you waved it off as just the cold season messing with you. Why did he believe it? You have no idea.

Sometimes you worried that he was going to discover the gift before you were done with it. You made sure to hide it from him what he came in the room or heard him coming. It was a bit hard to do so since he would suspect something, however it was only a few times and you still have a bunch of excuses before you run out.

When you were finally done it was the night before Christmas Eve, you smiled at your hard work, took some YouTube tutorials and some struggles but you were satisfied with the outcome. You couldn’t wait to give it to him, you put it in a small box for now since you were still hiding for him till Christmas Day comes. You look at your phone after doing so and see a part of town in the latest article. You thought you might as well take Ray with you to go see it.

“This late?”

You nod as Ray asked.

“Better late than never.”

“Uh… alright.”

Walking down the street you two were hand in hand, you were mostly leading the way. Ray smiled at your excitement to go see something.

“What exactly are we-“

“Look over here!”

The lights of the area brought a warm feeling as you saw how well the Christmas decorations were, you were so lucky they weren’t so far away from where you two were. The sight gave a nostalgic feeling to it. Ray noticed how happy seeing the sight, he had to admit it looked well decorated. You look at Ray and smiled as seemed to like them too. Your hand in his gripping onto it once more.

“I’m glad I get to spend my Christmas with you.”

Ray’s face though from the cold you spotted him with a bit of pink on his cheeks, he smiled afterwards.

“I’m glad I can spend my Christmas with my one and only Star.”

Ray hugged you as the lights glowed brightly. The warmth in the moment during the cold season felt ever so nice. The smile upon your face evident as you leaned into the hug. A Christmas worth spending together, and a New Year that will start with the two of you together. You couldn’t ask for anything more. The Best Christmas gift you could ever ask for.

The day you woke up for Christmas Eve you decided to check on the gift.

Only for it to be missing. You panicked, you searched for it frantically, where could it be?! Not here, not there! Where did it go???

You heard the door, you gone towards the door, it was Ray. He went out? He probably needed to get something.

“Hey Ray, how-“

He’s wearing the scarf you made him… did he find the other thing in there?

“What’s with the face?”

“The scarf… it’s-“

At first he didn’t get it.

“Said it would be more cold out today, thought I’d look for something to help keep me warm, i hope you don’t mind I borrow it if it’s yours.”

You felt like that surprise was ruined up until you saw the handmade bracelet you made for him. That’s when you realized, this mother fucker…

“You son of a bitch..”

“Oh, so you finally realized I couldn’t wait for your secret surprise for me?”

“YOU ASSHOLE I THOUGHT IT WAS RUINED!”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

You pouted, as he laughed a bit.

“I might have accidentally read your mind yesterday, however I couldn’t wait till Christmas. Anything handmade from you will always count as a gift any day.”

You blushed as he then kissed your forehead, he liked the gift. He really did like the gift.

“I wasn’t sure about mine until I saw your gift, I’m not as good as you were but… here.”

He handed you your gift, and you opened it, a pair of gloves and a bracelet. Guess you both had the same idea except different winter wear.

“I always want to spend time with you, however I thought the other way around, I thought just a box of gloves was silly, and bracelet was nothing. Until I heard your thoughts and looked at your gift. Made me feel better about it.”

“I love it.”

“Huh?”

“I love them both. Thank you.”

You hugged Ray as you set the box aside, who would’ve thought such small things for each other as a good gift at the same time. Turned out to be the best gift ever.

“Best Christmas ever.”

“Haha, agreed. Best Christmas Ever.”

You spent Christmas Day together, in each other’s company. Definitely the best Christmas you’ve had in a long time.

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Merry Christmas to all and to all a lovely new year!

✨🎄✨

[niwaart]

Doctor! Male! Reader X Batfam (part1, part2, part3, part4.....)

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Part4

It's rare for Y/N to show weakness, only in front of the kids, but in front of others? He would be sarcastic, laugh and joke around and wouldn't show the slightest weakness, but now Y/N wonders what he did wrong to have such a bad day. What happened?

Well... It all started in the morning while Y/N was doing morning exercises with the kids. "1....2....99..." Y/N said while doing push-ups. "Hey! You're cheating! How did you get to 99 in a second?!" One of the kids sitting next to Y/N said.

"Well... How am I supposed to get to 99 with all of you on top of me like this? I can barely move my arms!" Y/N grumbled and complained as he carried three kids on his back.

"How can you protect us when you can't even carry us!" said a little girl who was also on his back.

Y/N's arms gave out from exhaustion so his face fell to the ground. "Maybe I should cut down on giving you sweets...". While the kids were arguing with Y/N, one of Y/N's assistants walked in. "Y/N... even though I hate it when kids stop you from hitting you, you have an appointment with someone..." Y/N looked at his assistant with a hurt and betrayed look. "You're so evil Sammy... hmm? I'm sure my schedule is clear now, is there a new appointment?" Y/N looked at Sammy in confusion. "Yeah, I would have rejected him if he wasn't from the Wayne family." Sammy said as Y/N froze for a second. "Huh? Is Bruce Wayne here again?" Y/N said in surprise. "Um, no, actually it's Tim Drake." Sammy said as he looked at Y/N who started to get up from the floor and carry the kids off his back. "Where is he?" Y/N headed out of the kids' playroom. "In your office, Doctor." Sammy walked right behind Y/N as they headed towards Y/N's office. Y/N entered his office to find his current guest or patient sitting in front of his desk.... Calm, and looking like a prestigious figure, black suit, styled hair, even his sitting was elegant! "Sammy bring me an orange juice please." Y/N said to his assistant who left immediately, Sammy knew very well what it meant to bring me orange juice, it meant that Y/N would have a severe headache after this. Y/N entered the office and sat in his chair.

Y/N leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he watched Tim Drake, who sat perfectly still, exuding an aura of intelligence and sophistication. Y/N raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“So, Mr. Drake, what do I owe you the honor of visiting? Are you here to tell me that I won the Wayne Family Lottery or something?” Y/N smiled.

Tim chuckled lightly, adjusting his tie. “Not exactly. I’m here on behalf of Bruce. He wants you to join us for dinner at the Wayne Manor.”

Y/N let out a laugh that echoed throughout the room. “Dinner? At the Wayne Manor? Do I look like someone who fits all the tableware and formal dining etiquette?” He shook his head. “No, thanks for the offer, but I’m fine here in my humble little life.”

Tim remained unfazed, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “No need to make a quick decision. It’s just dinner. No pressure.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow in doubt. “Well, sure. Dinner with a billionaire and his seven kids sounds pretty cozy.” He leaned forward on his desk, resting his chin on his hand. “Let me guess, there’s a secret agenda behind this, right? Let me save you the trouble: I’m not interested in any family strengthening sessions or talk of inheritance. I like my life as it is.”

Tim watched Y/N carefully, noticing his relaxed demeanor and cheerful tone. He decided to change his approach. “Well, no family strengthening talk. But… what if I told you there would be cake?”

Y/N froze. His wry smile faded for a split second, but he quickly covered it up with a wry laugh. “Oh, please. Do you think a simple cake would be enough to tempt me? I’ve survived years of hospital cafeteria food; I’m practically immune to temptation.” How did he know I liked sweets? That’s suspicious.

Tim leaned forward, his voice calm and confident. “Not just any cake. Alfred’s cake. Triple-layer chocolate with ganache filling and caramel drippings.” He paused for effect. “It’s legendary.”

Y/N’s mouth twitched. His resolve began to waver. He coughed, trying to sound nonchalant. “Pfft. So what? Cake is just sugar and flour. I’m not the sweet-toothed type, you know.”

Tim tilted his head, his gaze sharp. “Are you sure about that? I heard from some of the kids here that you have a stash of candy hidden in your office.”

Y/N gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “My parents betrayed me! How dare they reveal secrets!”

Tim smiled, realizing that he had tightened his grip on him. “So, what do you say? Come for the cake. Stay for… well, whatever you want. No strings attached.”

Y/N leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, trying to maintain his composure. But the thought of a rich, luxurious cake was hurting him. His stomach betrayed him with a low growl.

He groaned, leaning forward in mock defeat. “Fine. You win, Mr. Suit. I’ll come for the cake. But don’t expect me to stay long or play nice with your little army of siblings.”

Tim smirked, triumphant. “That’s all we ask. I’ll tell Alfred to make an extra slice.”

Y/N gestured at him, muttering under his breath. “The rich and their schemes. I’ll bring my own fork.”

As Tim stood up to leave, he looked back with a sly grin. “Oh, by the way, can I have this lollipop?” Tim was looking at the glass case full of lollipops that sat on Y/N’s desk, specifically at a certain coffee-flavored lollipop.

Y/N laughed and smiled softly this time. “You can have one, feel free.” Tim took the coffee flavored lollipop and then walked out, leaving Y/N to mentally prepare himself for what was sure to be a very... interesting evening at Wayne Manor.

Sammy entered the office moments later with an orange juice. “So, is everything okay?”

Y/N took the juice and sipped it slowly. “I’m not feeling well… I gave in to the cake.”

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That night, Y/N was standing in front of the mirror trying to pick out an outfit for the Wayne Manor dinner, with one thought in his head: “Can I take some cake home with me?”

Maybe the next part about Dick or Damian... or both with Bruce...

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[minnlahzz]

Alain Relationship Headcanons.

requested.

alain, alain... i hate french people, but ig he gets a pass because his pokemon are sick!! sorry for the delay of this request, procrastination gets the best of me

alain isn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. he’s reserved, almost to a fault (dangerously nonchalant 😔🙏) and it takes time to understand how he shows affection. he’s not one for grand declarations, but his loyalty and quiet care speak volumes. you might not get a lot of words from him, but his actions leave no room for doubt.

alain would never confess first–not because he doesn't care, but because he's too cautious. (also because he doesn't know how he would talk to you about this, considering he's still young and doesn't want to look like a fool infront of you) you guys have a great friendship already, why ruin it with all that mushy stuff? even if it's obvious you like him back, he's not quick to make assumptions and sees this as your 'friendly gestures,' which definitely killed you as he ignored all your signs BLINDLY. so realistically you would have to confess first.

when you confess to him, he just zones out trying to process what you said. almost like he didn't believe that you liked him back. It would go something along the lines of this.

you weren't planning on confessing, and especially not today. it just slipped out of your mouth while you guys were hanging out. “i think i’m in love with you,”

alain blinked, turning to look at you like you’d just spoken gibberish. “what did you just say to me?” he heard it loud and clear, he just didn't understand why you said that.

“nothing!”

“...you’re terrible at lying.” (he likes you back)

for him, actions speak louder than words. that's why his love language is 100% acts of service. he’s not great at expressing his feelings, but he’ll go out of his way to do it for you. need help with something? already done. forgot your umbrella? he’s there with one even before it started getting cloudy.

alain is okay with pda, as long as its not excessive or like frequent. holding hands? sure, why not. hugs? yup! kiss? sure, but only on the cheek.

he’s very observant and notices things about you that even you might overlook. if you’re stressed or upset, he’ll pick up on it right away, even if you’re trying to hide it.

alain can be quite protective, but not the point of being overbearing. he trusts that you can handle yourself, but if ever someone tries to mess with you, they're going to face alains charizard!!

arguments with him are rare, but when they happen, they’re intense. he’s not the type to yell or lose his temper, but his stubbornness can make things drag out longer than they need to. he hates conflict, so he’ll sometimes shut down instead of addressing the issue right away. it’s frustrating, but once he’s had time to think, he’ll come back to make up.

dates with alain aren’t traditional, and honestly, they might not even feel like dates at first. like a walk through the streets of lumiose city or spending time at a Pokémon Center while Charizard gets checked up. it’s less about the activity and more about being with you in a way that feels natural to him. he tries his best though!!

he's not that romantic let me make that clear, but his silliness is somehow charming in a way. he does hilarious things without noticing, and he'd just stare at you confused on what you're laughing about. he's the type of guy who would give you flowers randomly and then say "it was on sale..."

one time, you walked in on him mid-rant about how the weather was today, and charizard was just sitting there nodding like it understood. when he noticed you, he got all defensive: “what? it’s not weird.” yeah, okay, whatever you say alain...

rating time!! 8/10 he's actually really fun to be around despite his cold demeanor and nonchalant dread head energy, he's dependable and genuinely cares for your well being, but his communication skills are through the floor because its almost non–existent! goodluck showing him to your parents...

[ashblooddragons]

This Mysterious Love (Chapter 5/?)

Series Masterlist

Ottos pov

I watch as Daemon storms out of the King's chambers. I had heard what he said and it is curious why he is defending my daughter instead of belittling her. 

I follow after him as I think about what Viserys had said to me before his brother burst in.

“Rhaenyra found me speaking with your daughter…alone.” He says plainly but I don't miss the blush on his cheeks nor the scowl on his lips. 

What were you going to do to my girl, old friend? I think fighting the images of him forcing himself upon her. 

“That is…” I start but find no words are right without ruining my daughter or offending the Princess.

“Awful? Yes I know.” Viserys says before hissing as the Maesters poke at a particularly sensitive spot on his back. “Rhaenyra is having a fit, no amount of threats or promises are calming her. It truly is a mess.” He continues.

I can’t help the rage that fills my belly. For this man who calls himself King lets his daughter who is a Princess like a toddler when she is well into her marriageable age. 

“Yes, quite a problem.” I say through gritted teeth. Viserys says he has no clue why Rhaenyra is the way she is, but I know why. She is spoiled, told just because she has a pretty dragon and face she can do as she pleases. But the hard truth is, that additude will be her downfall. 

“Which is why I have made a decision on the whole wife situation.” Viserys says looking up at me like a child who knows they are about to be scolded. 

“And what is that?” I respond when he falls silent avoiding eye contact.

He takes a deep breath before turning to look up at me again with eyes of worry. “That I will not take another.” 

I can’t help but gasp, for I knew Viserys wasn’t the brightest but he never was a fool. I take a moment to figure out how to respond but he beats me to it.. 

“I know, I know, I need heirs as I have none. But I thought of two options, one I name Rhaenyra my heir.” He says but we both grimace as we both know that won’t end well for the realm. 

“I hate to say it, Your Grace, but the hard truth is the realm will never stand behind a female heir. Princess Rhaenys and yourself proved that, and though you may not marry, your brother is and he can have heirs, male heirs.” 

Viserys only sighs before nodding his head. “My thoughts exactly. Daemon would finally bed his ‘Bronze Bitch’ as he likes to call her, if only to spite me. Which is why we have another option.” 

I stop trying to figure out what other option we have other than Rhaenyra or Daemon being the named heir. Especially since the KIng seems set on not having another wife. 

Viserys seems to notice my confusion as he continues without letting me speak, which is rare as he usually makes me speak for him. 

“I could make Daemon’s son heir.” He says and I scoff shaking my head.

“I apoligize for my crudeness, Your Grace, but we would have a better chance of convincing your brother to kill his Blod Wyrm before we convince him to bed his ‘Bronze Bitch’.” 

“Your right, which is why we need to find him a new wife, one he will actually lay with. And just so we’re clear this is my final decision. If Daemon won’t lay with his new wife, Rhaenyra will be named heir.”

I go to speak but then the chamber doors burst open and the very man we were speaking of storms in.

I’m brought back to the present when Daemon turns into a hall that leads to the gates that goes almost directly to the streets of silk. I can’t miss this chance, I may have lost Viserys as a way to have my blood on the throne, but I won’t miss this chance. Especially not after hearing how he defended my daughter.

“Prince Daemon.” I call out fighting the urge to flinch when he turns and glares my way. No matter how long I work with these Targaryens I will never get used to the fire that fills their eyes. They truly are the blood of the dragon.

“How can I help you, Hand?” He asks with a level of mistrust in his voice.

I take this as a invitation to step forward so we can speak more privately. “The King just told me he won’t remarry.” I say in a hushed tone.

Daemon seems shocked but that is quickly overshadowed by suspicion. 

“And why would he choose that?” He asks eyeing me with accusation.

I sigh trying to find the best wording, Daemon cares for his niece though he will be the first to say she is a spoiled thing and needs to learn what the word duty means. “Rhaenyra–” I start only for him to sigh and nods his head. 

“You don’t need to finish, let me guess. Rhaenyra had one of her tantrums and now he’s trying to make her happy by putting his rein in jeopardy?” He asks but his tone has a bored edge to it, as if he isn’t shocked. And I don’t blame him, for neither am I.

“Yes, precisely, and on top of that he has some ideas on who the heir could be.” I say fighting the smirk that wishes to rise to my lips when I see him scowl.

“I am his heir.” He hisses out.

“Oh come now, my Prince, you truly thought that would stick. You were always going to be sumplanted, either by a son, or Rhaenyra.” 

He glares my way before scoffing with a whisper from his lips “Of course he would.” 

“Though he doesn’t seem fond of the idea Rhaenyra being heir, he has another idea.” I say purposely leaving out the second option hoping he’d take the bait.

“And if Rhaenyra isn’t his heir…then who is?” He asks obviously impatient by now.

“His other idea is that your first son being his heir.” 

He laughs throwing his head back. “Oh thats amazing! I would father cut my own cock off than fuck that Bronze Bitch.” He responds with chuckle. 

I only smirk nodding my head. “Yes which is why he wishes to annul your marriage.” I say which stops his laughter and his face morphes to pure shock. 

“Will I be able to choose the wife I take?” He asks eyeing me suspiciously. 

“As far as I have been told, yes.” I respond not giving him time to respond. “Which is why I wished to speak to you. Rhaenyra caught Viserys and my daughter Alicent talking in his chambers…alone. I hate to even think it but we both know Rhaenyra speaks first and thinks last, she may be spreading what she found as we speak. So you know how dire it is to me, how much I truly believe she would do this to my girl, for me to come to you for help.” 

“And what ‘help’ do you need?” He asks with a smirk and I know he already knows what I am going to ask.

“Marry my Alicent, make it where the rumors will not follow her. We both gain something from this, your son on the throne, and my daughter’s reputation can be saved.” I say with a scowl I had to turn to him for help. 

He only smirks and pats me on the shoulder condescendingly. “I’ll keep her in mind when I search for a wife.” He responds before turning on his heels and leaving me in the hall alone. 

I watch him leave with a scowl. I don’t need Alicent to be a option, I need her to be the option and now I need to find out how to do that without ruining Alicent more than I already have.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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