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Entering 2025 (& the tumblr world) with this energy

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Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

Pola Negri (The Wildcat, Men, A Woman Commands)—Legally obliged to submit her as she's from Poland, but also it is one of the greatest stars of silent film, both in Hollywood and Europe, so she has to be here. The og femme fatale and a fenomenal dramatic actress. And just so hot in this 1920s vamp style. Obviously her career slowed down in America with the introduction of sound movies, because of her accent and low voice. I'd say her voice is so much hotter thanks to that, but I'm just a simple simp. But then she made movies in Germany, and after the war she was even offered Gloria Swanson's role in "Sunset Boulevard'' but she declined. She was probably bisexual as after romances with Charlie Chaplin and Rudolf Valentino in the 20s, since the 1940s she lived with her 'female friend'.

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Sophia Loren:

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

Pola Negri:

A tempestuous green-eyed vamp of the silent screen, she tantalized with both her onscreen and offscreen romances. Rocked a Polish accent - well, once there was sound! A true proficient at promoting herself and using all possible tools to do so - from a dead Rudolf Valentino to a cheetah named Teddy, the latter of which she brought to a press conference.

First European actress to be contracted by Hollywood! She survived poverty and illness to become The Queen of Tragedy, she divorced a count to date stars like Charlie Chaplin and Rudolph Valentino, then spent the rest of her life living with Margaret West in what could have been a romantic relationship.

I don't have much to say about her actual career, personal life, etc. but I just need everyone to see how hauntingly beautiful her face is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since the first time I saw her LOL like its pretty clear why she was such a star

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i know i’ve seen one like this out there but like sports players ateez… just holy 🙃

like can you imagine what it’d be like to be a cheerleader (literally) and then finding out they’ve been perving over you in your uniform and they decide that they have to have you and slowly one by one they add themselves into your little reverse harem … MM!

I LOVE harems, and I have no shame about it. I hate to have to make choices when I can have it all. 

You just piss them off—literally everything about you, from that extra-short puffy skirt and that cute tight top to those damn pom-poms and those stupid ponytails with the pink ribbons on them. You're so cheeky and proud that you don't even look in their direction. 

You don't admire them, and don't drool all over the floor. You don't put your wet knickers in their lockers or send them naked pictures. These facts literally scratch them from the inside out. The burning hatred eats away at their brains. Who do you think you are? They're a bloody star football team—titled, rich, and sexy. And you—you're just a pathetic bouncing girl, and they won't talk about how much they stare at your tits when you do jumping jacks. 

This whole nonsense is Hongjoog's fault. It was his idea to drag you into the shower after the match, and Woosan evil accomplices just added fuel to the fire. But you gave them hell. You nearly ripped out Hongjoong's beautiful cat eyes, you kicked and bit them, making them look like they survived a fight with a wildcat.

God, all that fire in your little body set them off in such a way that from that moment on, well, nothing went as planned. 

You were terribly annoying; that's what Yeosang told himself as he pinned you against the shelves in a corner of the library. He didn't like girls like that—so loud and so rude. That's what he told himself over and over again as he feverishly tore off your shirt and kissed everything he could get his hands on. He just wanted to get a taste of it. Just a taste. He said to himself pushing his fingers into your pussy.

All those little skirts and cute little bows-you're definitely an attention whore. You just begged to be fucked.

And Wooyoung was driven mad by the fact that it was never him who did it. All your smiles, all your sweet words, all your sultry looks - you gave them to everyone, but never to him. And it fucking irritated him. It annoyed him so much that one day he just grabbed you in class, bent you over the table and spanked your juicy, perfect bottom until it was red and covered in his handprints. Of course, he took your knickers with him.

You were such an arrogant, bloody teacher's pet, and God, Seonghwa just wanted to shut your smart mouth with his fat cock, which is pretty much what he did. It was amazing to see you kneeling as he fucked you in the mouth. He was holding your head in place as he slid his big cock over your tongue, pushing it deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of your throat and you were choking on it. God, it was exactly what he'd had in his mind all the time. And he wanted more of it. 

Mean, aren't you? You're so damn mean that everything about you sets Jongho's cold, collected temper on fire. 

Bad girls have to be punished. They're taught to obey by having their cute skirts pulled up and their slutty wet cunt spanked until they learn to behave. And he teaches you that lesson by pinning you to the dressing room bench with one hand while he mercilessly spanks your pussy with the other. He will do this until you're squeal and squirm, begging him to stop, or do you just want more?

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby. You are going to beg for my cock until you start to sob. You know how to beg, don't you, or is that mouth just for cock sucking? If so, you can put that pretty tongue around mine immediately. Mingi used to love to tease you by whispering the dirtiest and most horrible things in your ear during the lessons. You used to blush so beautifully, and he couldn't help but wonder if your pussy was as beautifully pink as your chubby cheeks. 

San didn't love you. Absolutely not. And he told himself that over and over again, as his tongue slowly fucked your sweet cunt and his strong hands held your hips in a dead grip. He was angry, not at all jealous that you were paying attention to some dickhead guy. And he just needed a bit of relaxation before he broke the bastard's jaw, and you were just about perfect for the release. It's not jealousy, San assured himself. His mouth pressed greedily against your damn tasty pussy. Not jealousy at all.

You were so tiny, so fragile. And Yunho just wanted to destroy you. And your bloody temper didn't help. You looked so beautiful as he stretched you with his fingers. You had orgasm after orgasm, so many that the stimulation was painful. Your juices were all over the place, you were squrting so hard that your whole body was shaking from the overwhelming power of the orgasm. Your thighs shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back in your head. But that was just training before he fucked you hard, dumb and drooling. And as captain of the cheerleading squad, you knew very well that the only way to get the perfect result was to practice endlessly.

You were on his mind all the time. He thought about you all the time, and it was driving him crazy. Why don't you look at him? Why aren't you crawling at his feet, where your place is? When you could be sucking his dick or moaning his name, why do you spend all your fucking time talking and being rude? Hongjoong couldn't stop asking himself the same questions. You had wrapped him around your finger faster than he was able to comprehend and you had him in a choke hold. He hated you with the same passion as he wanted to fuck you. And God, he was going to do it. Left alone after his next win, he couldn't control himself and as a result you're on all fours with his dick deep inside you. He fucked you mercilessly and hard. Every thrust of his hips was filled with hatred for the stupid feeling of love he felt for you. You were like a drug to him. Hongjoong never wanted to stop experiencing this ecstasy.

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Howard Schnellenberger

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6' 1" (185cm)

Howard Leslie Schnellenberger (March 16, 1934 – March 27, 2021; aged 87) was an American football coach with long service at both the professional and college levels. He held head coaching positions with the NFL's Baltimore Colts and in college for the University of Miami, University of Oklahoma, University of Louisville, and Florida Atlantic University. He won a national championship with Miami in 1983. Schnellenberger worked extensively as an assistant coach at the college and professional levels, including as part of the staff of the undefeated 1972 Miami Dolphins.

From his white hair, bushy mustache, blazer-wearing and ever-present pipe made him look more businessman than football coach, he was one sexy man. And with that low voice of his…forget about it. Mmmmmm.

Born in Saint Meinrad, Indiana, Schnellenberger graduated from Flaget High School in Louisville, Kentucky, where he played football, basketball, and baseball and earned a scholarship to the University of Kentucky. Apparently, he was an elite tight end for the Kentucky Wildcats, being named a 1955 All-American.

He was married to his former cheerleader of a wife for over 62 years; they had three sons. I’m projecting here, but I wonder if they’re swingers. Probably not, but if they were, I wouldn’t be surprised. I personally would waste no time in tapping both of them in some serious 3-way action. Again my fruitful imagination is running away again. Schnellenberger died on March 27, 2021, in Boca Raton, Florida, eleven days following his 87th birthday.

Years Active: 1959–2011

Head Coaching Record Overall: 158–151–3 (college), 4–13 (NFL) Bowls: 6–0 Tournaments 2–1 (NCAA D-I-AA playoffs)

Accomplishments and Honors Championships: National (1983), Sun Belt (2007) Awards: Eddie Robinson Coach of the Year Award (1983), Paul "Bear" Bryant Lifetime Achievement Award (2021)

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Second Opinion — Pezzy x Reader

f!reader, shopping shenanigans, fluff and smut, spicy but sweet, unexpected confession, request🦋

Shopping with the guys had been chaos from the start. It was supposed to be a simple trip—Kelly wanted to pick up a few things, and you decided to tag along for company. Somehow, it spiraled into half the group tagging along, mostly for the entertainment of watching Wildcat argue about the price of socks. But now Kelly had dipped out early, leaving you alone with the guys in the middle of the lingerie section. “Why are we even here?” Jaren grumbled, leaning on the cart like he was physically weighed down by the sight of lace and satin everywhere. “I’m just grabbing one thing,” you replied, holding up a red bra you’d been eyeing. “Then you can all go back to the manly side of the store with the sports equipment or whatever.” “That’s fine,” Droid chimed in. “But why are we here in the first place? Didn’t Kelly ditch us like, 20 minutes ago?” “Because I need a second opinion,” you explained, holding the bra against yourself to check it in the mirror. “And she’s not here, so… Max?”

Pezzy, who had been silently scrolling through his phone, froze mid-swipe. His head shot up, his eyes widening as he registered your expectant look. “Wait, me?” “Well, yeah,” you said with a shrug. “You’re the only one I trust to give me a real answer.” “You trust him?” Jaren laughed, throwing an arm around Droid. “Good luck, Pez. Try not to pass out.” Ignoring them, you motioned for Pezzy to follow you to the dressing rooms. “Come on. I just need to know if it looks good.” Max hesitated, glancing back at the others, who were already making obscene gestures and exaggerated faces. He shot them a glare before trailing after you, his heart already pounding in his chest. You slipped into the dressing room and shut the door behind you, leaving Max awkwardly lingering in the small hallway. A few moments later, you called out to him. “Okay, you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he muttered under his breath. When you stepped out, Max nearly forgot how to breathe.

The red lace bra hugged your figure perfectly, the intricate detailing drawing his attention in all the worst—and best—ways.

You twirled lightly, hands on your hips as you looked at him expectantly. “So? What do you think?” Max swallowed hard, his brain short-circuiting. “Uh… it looks… nice.” “Just nice?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Not sexy enough to, you know, maybe snag a guy one day?” His face flushed instantly, and he stammered, “I—I didn’t mean just nice, I meant… yeah, it’s definitely sexy. I mean, you’re sexy! Wait, no, that’s not what I—” You laughed, cutting him off. “Relax, Max, I’m kidding. But seriously, does it fit okay?” He nodded quickly, still trying to keep his eyes from wandering too much. “Yeah, it… it looks perfect.” “Good,” you said with a smile, completely unaware of the internal meltdown he was having. You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Thanks for being a good sport. I owe you.” Max’s breath hitched, and he swore his heart was going to give out. “Y-yeah, no problem.” You stepped back into the dressing room, leaving Max standing there, still trying to recover from the visual assault you’d just delivered.

He ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself, “Pull it together, Max. She’s just messing with you.” But when you opened the door again, still wearing the bra and leaning casually against the frame, his heart rate spiked. “Hey,” you said, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “I just realized—if it’s too much trouble to go back to the guys, I could always get your private opinion.” Max froze, his mouth opening and closing as his brain short-circuited. “Uh… private?” You stepped closer, your confidence growing as you noticed his flustered expression. “Yeah, you know. Like… a second opinion. Or maybe you could… help me test how well it holds up?” Your tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of something more in your eyes—a challenge. Max’s throat went dry as you reached for his hand, guiding him into the dressing room and closing the door behind him. The space was cramped, the air thick with tension as you turned to face him. “Max,” you said softly, your voice losing some of its playfulness.

“You okay? You’re kinda quiet.” “I… yeah,” he managed, though his voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes flickered over you, taking in every detail. “You look… amazing.” You smiled, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. “You’re sweet, you know that?” His breath hitched as your fingers brushed against his chest. He was trying so hard to keep himself in check, but the way you were looking at him—like he was the only person in the world—made it impossible. “Do you really think I look sexy?” you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper. “Yes,” he blurted out, the word escaping before he could stop it. His hands twitched at his sides, desperate to touch you but unsure if he should. Your smile widened, and you closed the gap between you, your lips brushing against his ear. “Good,” you murmured. “Because I think you do, too.” That was all it took for him to snap. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, and laced with all the pent-up feelings he’d been holding back for so long. You gasped against his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as he backed you against the wall. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. When his mouth finally reached the edge of the bra, he hesitated, his breath warm against your skin. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint. You nodded, your chest heaving. “More than okay.” His hands slid up your sides, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace as he kissed along the curve of your breast. Your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips as his touch grew bolder. “Max,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “You have no idea what you do to me.” “Show me,” you whispered, pulling him back to you. And he did.

Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word left no doubt about how much he wanted you. The small dressing room faded away, leaving just the two of you, lost in each other. Max’s lips found yours again, softer this time but no less fervent, as his hands roamed your sides, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the restraint in him, the way his fingers hesitated at the hem of the lace, his lips pausing as though waiting for you to pull him closer. And when you did—hooking your arms around his neck and pressing your body firmly against his—he let out a low groan, his control fraying at the edges. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky and raw. His hands slipped behind you, fingers brushing along the clasp of your bra before stopping. “Can I?” You nodded, your breath hitching. “Please.” With practiced care, he unhooked the clasp, letting the straps slide down your shoulders. The red lace fell away, and his breath hitched as he took you in, his gaze so full of awe it made you blush.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands gently cupping your sides as his lips returned to your neck, trailing down slowly. His kisses were deliberate, each one igniting a spark that left you clinging to him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “You’re not even looking at the bra anymore,” you teased breathlessly, your head tilting back to give him more access. Max laughed softly, his lips brushing over your collarbone. “The bra’s great. Fantastic, even. But it’s what’s under it that’s got me distracted.” His words sent a jolt of heat through you, and before you knew it, your hands were tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Fair’s fair,” you said, your voice teasing yet laced with need. He let you pull his shirt over his head, his toned chest and shoulders now on full display. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, a small smile playing on your lips. “Not bad,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip. “Not bad?” he echoed, a playful smirk tugging at his mouth. “Guess I’ll have to try harder to impress you.”

Before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall as his lips captured yours once more. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the new angle sending a surge of heat through you. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you securely as he kissed you like his life depended on it. The air between you was electric, the confined space of the dressing room amplifying every sound, every breath, every whispered name. But even amidst the passion, Max was careful, his touch reverent as though you might break beneath his hands. “Max,” you whispered, your voice shaky but insistent. “I want you.” His forehead pressed against yours, his breathing ragged as he fought to keep control. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Your lips found his again, softer this time, full of unspoken promises. “Then stop waiting.” Max’s lips crashed into yours again, any hesitation melting away as his hands roamed your body with newfound confidence.

His fingertips traced over the curves of your waist, your hips, as though committing every inch of you to memory. The weight of his touch, the sheer passion behind it, sent heat pooling in your core. Your back pressed against the cool wall of the dressing room as his lips trailed lower, brushing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone before descending further. He paused, his breath warm against your bare chest, his hands steadying you as though giving you one last chance to stop him. But the soft whimper that escaped your lips only encouraged him, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. “Max,” you breathed, your voice trembling as your hands tangled in his hair. He groaned at the sound of his name, his lips capturing your nipple and tugging gently, earning another quiet gasp from you. His other hand slid down, gripping your thigh and pulling you even closer against him. Your legs tightened around his waist, the friction of his jeans against your bare skin driving you crazy.

“You’re so—God, you’re so good at this,” you whispered, your head tilting back as he switched sides, his kisses trailing across your chest. “You make it easy,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against the growing hardness in his jeans. The pressure made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body pressed into his. You shifted, grinding against him just enough to draw a strangled sound from his throat. His head fell against your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck. “You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both amusement and desperation. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your lips brushing against his ear. “I thought you could handle me.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with so much heat it sent shivers down your spine. “I can,” he said, his tone dripping with confidence. “But you’re making it real hard to be a gentleman right now.” You smiled, your hands sliding down his chest and resting on the waistband of his jeans.

“Who said I wanted you to be a gentleman?” His resolve snapped. In one fluid motion, he had you pressed even harder against the wall, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hands roamed lower. His fingers skimmed over the waistband of your panties, teasing the edge as if testing your patience. “Max,” you whispered, your voice heavy with need. “Please.” That was all he needed. His fingers slipped beneath the lace, exploring your warmth as his lips returned to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shudder. His movements were deliberate, his touch skilled as he drew soft moans from you, each sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core. The intensity between you was overwhelming, the small dressing room feeling like it might combust from the heat of it all. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands gripping him tightly as he worked you to the edge. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back, his breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against yours.

“We should stop,” he said, though his voice betrayed how much he didn’t want to. You shook your head, your lips brushing against his. “Not yet.” His lips curled into a small, almost smug smile before he kissed you again, his hands sliding up your thighs as the tension built between you once more. Max’s smile turned into something more devilish as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, supporting you as his body pressed even closer. The way you moved against him, desperate and wanting, only spurred him on further. “God, you’re perfect,” he muttered against your lips, his voice raw and breathless. He made quick work of sliding your panties down, letting them drop to the floor as his fingers teased along your heat. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much to bear, as though he was worshiping every inch of you with his hands and mouth.

“Max,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall. “Please… I need you.” Those words were his undoing. With one hand, he quickly unfastened his jeans, letting them fall just enough. He reached into his back pocket, fumbling for a condom he must’ve carried by habit, and with trembling fingers, he slid it on. His other hand steadied your hips, holding you firmly in place. He met your gaze, his eyes searching yours for confirmation one last time. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with a tenderness that made your chest ache. You nodded, your hands cupping his face as you pulled him into another kiss. “I’ve never been more sure.” With a low groan, he pushed into you slowly, the stretch sending a shiver through your entire body. Your breath caught as he filled you, your legs tightening around him instinctively. He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as he let you adjust, the intimacy of the moment making your heart race even faster.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the tension in his body. “Better than okay,” you whispered, your lips brushing his. “Move.” That was all he needed. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through you. Your moans filled the small room, mixing with his low grunts as he picked up the pace, his hips rolling against yours with a precision that left you breathless. The intensity between you built with every movement, every whispered name and broken moan. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his lips finding your neck once more as he murmured praises against your skin. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough and ragged. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His confession sent a new wave of heat through you, your nails raking down his back as you clung to him. “Me too,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “You have no idea.” Your words seemed to ignite something in him. His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deeper as he pushed you closer to the edge.

You could feel the tension building in your core, your body tightening around him as you reached for that release. “Max,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “I’m—” “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice filled with both determination and adoration. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His words sent you tumbling over the edge, your body arching against his as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your cry of release was muffled by his lips as he kissed you deeply, his own movements becoming erratic as he chased his climax. With a low groan, he followed you over the edge, his grip on you tightening as he buried himself inside you one last time. For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, tangled together in the quiet aftermath. Your breathing was heavy, your bodies pressed tightly together as the reality of what just happened began to sink in. Max was the first to break the silence, his voice soft and full of emotion. “You’re… incredible,” he said, his forehead resting against yours.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky.” You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I think I’m the lucky one.” He kissed you again, slower this time, the passion giving way to something softer, something deeper. “You’re stuck with me now, you know that?” he teased, his grin returning as he gently helped you adjust your robe. “Good,” you replied, your smile matching his. “Because I’m not letting you go.” Max helped you gather yourself, ensuring you were comfortable before leaving the dressing room together. The teasing you both endured from the guys was relentless, but neither of you cared. The smiles on your faces told the story better than words ever could.

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FORMULA One ace Fernando Alonso spent all night testing a stunning new model... and ended up coming second.

The supercharged Spaniard drove foxy Felicity Jaine wild in a marathon romp just hours before racing at Silverstone.

But when Fernando, 25, had to perform on the race track the next day he had nothing left in the tank.

"His stamina in bed blew my mind — he could literally go on for hours," said Felicity, 24.

"I wasn't looking at a watch, but at one point we'd been doing it for so long I considered stopping because my thighs were aching so much."

Felicity also revealed how the pocket hunk insists on wearing ‘lucky' Y-fronts for every race. And he should have kept them on that night—because he was beaten in the 2005 Grand Prix.

"When he got out of the car he shook his head at me, then gave me a knowing look," said Felicity.

"For Fernando the only place to finish is first and I knew he blamed our non-stop love-making the night before. But he thought the sex was worth it."

The relationship lasted two months but just three weeks ago the driver, now dating a Spanish pop star, texted Felicity asking her to join him at his hotel in Woking — near his McClaren Mercedes team's HQ.

Felicity, a film graduate from Shropshire, first met him at Goodwood Festival of Speed. He left with her number and days later took her for a meal in London with friends.

Then he invited her back to his place in Oxfordshire—and things started to move up a gear. "We were in the back while his Spanish mates were in the front and we snogged the whole way home," Felicity giggled. "I remember having really sore lips because of his stubble.

"Fernando was getting really turned on. He undid my shirt and slipped his hands underneath my pink Topshop bra. His friends were sat just inches away in the front seat and that was pretty sexy.

Belly

"I never expected him to be like that because he was so polite and reserved. But on that back seat he said goodbye to all manners.

"At one point, I was leaning against the door and he was laid down on his front between my legs.

"He tugged down the zip on my jeans and kissed the bit of skin above my knickers, just below my belly button. It was very sensual. We only kissed, but if the journey had been longer, more would definitely have gone on."

Within moments of arriving at Fernando's apartment the pair went into overdrive. Felicity said: "He closed his bedroom door and undressed me. It was slow and so sexual.

"All I could hear was his soft panting as he unbuttoned my shirt, unhooked my bra then pulled down my jeans. Sex with him was never animalistic—there was no ripping off of clothes. Everything was romantic and loving."

And Felicity admitted: "I'm usually a wildcat in bed, but because he was so sensitive I held back a bit. I didn't want to scare him off.

"I was nervous sleeping with him for the first time. When I was younger I'd read my dad's Grand Prix magazine and wonder how girls got drivers as boyfriends.

"Suddenly that was me. I thought, ‘Bloody hell, I'm in bed with Alonso'. It was like a dream." World champ Fernando, favourite to win today's race on home territory, also likes taking risks in bed. Felicity explained: "Once, his friends were in the other room and in the morning we had sex with the door open. Fernando loved the fact he could be spotted at any moment. He was dangerous like that and that turned me on."

His physique also left her in awe. "Fernando's short, about 5ft 6ins, but he's built like a muscle machine.

Hair

"And his chest is funny because only half of it grows hair." She admits it was his accent that turned her on the most. "I asked him to talk in Spanish during sex because I love the accent —it's so romantic," she sighed. "I've not got a clue what he said but it sounded gorgeous."

But the language barrier was a problem at times. "He'd say, ‘There's so much that I want to say to you but I can't translate them'. That frustrated me so much so I tried to teach him as much English as I could.

One time I asked him what he thinks about when he drives. He said, ‘The next corner ...but when I'm on a straight I think about you'."

During their months together, Fernando introduced Felicity to his dad, Jose Luis, but she never met his mum, Ana—a woman the multi-millionaire ace secretly thinks is a jinx.

"When he was at the Hungarian Grand Prix, Fernando told me that his mum was going to be there and he wasn't happy," said Felicity.

"He told me she's bad luck." And he was right—he finished 11th.

Fernando dumped Felicity and is now with singer Raquel del Rosario— but three weeks ago came the text asking Felicity to visit his hotel.

She refused. "Part of me wanted to but I didn't want to make it easy for him," she said. "He really hurt me."

In fact, if she had to do the same again...she wouldn't, Fernando.

[niragixpsych]

*Getting out of the shower, Kukki feels too relaxed and lazy from all that amazing hot water to be in the mood of rummaging through the closet for something to wear, so eyeing Niragi's discarded shirt he wore not so long ago, an idea strikes her. 20 minutes later, when Niragi returns from his work meeting, the brunette finds his girlfriend reading a book, dressed only with his shirt* Oh, hi dear! Did the meeting go well?<3

*he just stands in the door frame watching Kukki after he got back, his eyes running up and down her body without a shame in the world, not bothering with the fact that his darkened gaze gave away that this had an effect on him*

"Hello there, wildcat. The meeting went well. But I think I have another project ahead of me, which is getting my shirt back from you. Even though I will admit you look sexy and cute at the same in it.

[spaceumbredoggos]

hey look, chapter 15 of aces and oh's is finally out. Please don't kill me for having weird shapeshifter biology be borderline omegaverse. I am a sucker for that trope. I'm more so into the politics of that trope rather than the sexy stuff. But in the AO3 version, theres sexy stuff for you pervs.

Chapter Fifteen (At home with the ghosts at the national parks.)

Atlas’s POV: 

Everyone else had gotten over the sickness except for Kenz, who no matter how much cold medicine I put in them, they seemed to get worse. I paced back and forth, pondering why this was the case. Their fever refused to break and all they would do was sleep. I sighed as I paced over to the herb garden where the wildcats had raided all my herbs. It was too late in the season to start growing them again, as seeds need to be sewn in the spring. We’re gonna be off for a harsh winter without cold and flu remedies if those cats keep raiding our herbs. I harshly sighed as I transformed into my cat form, patrolling non-clan territory for herbs. The cats took what was left of my licorice. I gritted my teeth as I found some dried patches of licorice. The roots should still be good. 

I picked the roots out of the ground and sniffed around for feverfew, mallow, coltsfoot, and catmint. I picked several elderberries from a wild elder tree for elderberry syrup. I gave a heaving sigh as I couldn’t find any other herbs throughout this specific patch of forest. How far does Clan territory reach? I brought my herbs to my room and made some elderberry syrup for Kenz’s cough. “Here. Drink this.” I gave a large dose to Kenz, who needed it the most.

I took the herb search elsewhere in the woods beside the Gravity Falls lake. To my relief, I found what I needed in abundance in these woods. I harvested as much as I needed, taking the feverfew, catmint, tansy, mallow, and coltsfoot back to the shack to make into tea for Kenz. I gave Kenz some more elderberry cough syrup and gave them the tea I made. Kenz’s color started to return to their face, but their fever continued to rage at a boiling 104. 

Kenz’s pupils were narrow as they stuck their tongue out drooling. I could sense in their mind that the fever was racking their thoughts and mental capacity, causing them to hallucinate. “None of that is real.” I reassured them, deciding to help them get in the tub for a bath since they could hardly stand without staggering.

I took their shirt off and found a nasty rash starting on their neck and spreading down their scarred back before tapering off on their legs. The rash was full of red spots that tingled on Kenz’s skin. Kenz mewled as I tried to turn on the barely warm water on them. “I-it’s boiling!!!” Kenz’s face turned an even brighter red. They must have chickenpox. I remember that I am immune due to having been vaccinated with my sister by the Axolotl. Kenz was vaccinated. I don’t know why they are showing symptoms. I called Ford to come in and examine the rash. “I think it’s chickenpox. But Kenz must have been vaccinated.”

Ford shook his head and rubbed a cotton swab on the rash, much to Kenz’s protests. “Dipper broke into the same rash a few days ago and is doing a lot better now. I don’t think Kenz is as lucky. I think this is something much worse.” Ford rubbed the swab in an agar dish as I started to gently sud up the rash. “What sort of paranormal rash is this?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know how it went through the whole house without showing up. I guess most of us have had it before. It looks like goose pox, chickenpox’s less tame cousin that doesn’t cause shingles. It has a lot of different strains so reinfection is possible. But once you have had one strain, symptoms are milder. Kenz isn’t used to living here, so there’s some diseases that they will catch that are found nowhere else.”

“Is goose pox like chickenpox where it’s really bad to get it as an adult?”

“For the first infection, yes.” Ford adjusted his glasses as Kenz snarled at him for coming near them. “It can cause aggression sometimes.”

“I’m sure that’s just Kenz’s normal hatred for you.” I sighed as Kenz started biting the rash on their back like a mangy dog. I pulled their head away and gave them some Lavender in their bath to soothe them. They submerged themself in the water and decided to just breathe through their gills on their neck. I sighed as Kenz chewed on the lavender sprigs in the bath, soothing their feverish mind. “Yes. Chew the lavender. Not the rash.” I decided not to use any harsh soap on the rash. Instead, I used some natural soap weed known for making a soapy substance when wet. Kenz took a bite out of the weed and chewed on it more in their typical “I must chews on everything” fashion. 

I drained the tub and lifted them out. They bit me and insisted that they could get out on their own, only to fall on their back and struggle to get up again like a flipped over turtle. Ford stifled a laugh as I helped them up. “Kenz. Your brain is too scrambled to do anything.”

“Nyah!!! Your brain is too… Fuck…” Kenz coughed up some phlegm into the toilet and tried to bite me again. “Teeth tingle… Must chomps!!!” Kenz started to bite the shower curtains as I gave them a solid block of ice with a mouse frozen in it for them to chew on. They gritted their teeth on the ice and chewed on it, which kept them occupied long enough for me to put on their frog onesie. 

Dipper walked in, hearing Kenz’s feral growling. I sighed as Dipper seemed a bit drowsy. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Dipper scratched at a rash on his forearm, which looked more like an allergic reaction than the rash on Kenz’s back. I checked Kenz over once more, seeing that the rash looked more like small pustules oozing with pink fluid that reeked badly. The pustules were on the back of their neck, wrists, forehead and ankles as well. They gritted their teeth and transformed into a coyote, snapping at us to get out of their bed. I shrugged and went to my own bed, but Dipper was passed out and didn’t budge. Kenz gritted their teeth, getting into their boxes with their sharp teeth. They gently started carrying more plushies and blankets to their bed, arranging them in a peculiar way that resembled a nest. I saw them drag a massive frog plush half the size of their human body to the bed, which I presumed they ordered with some of the inheritance that Mom left them (Mom surprisingly was widowed by her ex husband at the time of her death who was super rich. She only used the funds for her medical treatment and split it with the three of her children after her death in her will. Kenz spent some of it on plushies.) 

Kenz transformed into their cattle dog/labrador mix form and barked loudly at Dipper, who buried his head in a pile of moth plushies. Kenz barked again, pawing at Dipper to get out of his nest. “Kenz. I took some benadryl and you know how that stuff makes people sleepy.” Dipper slurred, seemingly out of it. “Geez. How much did you take?”

“Enough.” Dipper whined, showing me the bottle. “This is industrial strength benadryl.”

“I almost had an anaphylactic reaction to a banana.” Dipper groaned. “I’m getting a ton of weird allergies lately. Like I’d be allergic to something one day and would be completely fine with it the next. I think it’s a complication of whatever bug was going around the house.” Dipper started scratching at his skin. “Dipper. Don’t scratch.” I put some hydrocortisone cream on the rash as Dipper started to lean in the direction of Kenz and fall asleep. He swatted at something in his sleep before falling still. I checked the benadryl bottle and checked the dosage. “Dipper, how much did you take? Because it says here one pill contains 500 milligrams.”

“Three pills. Why?” Dipper muttered in a half asleep daze. I shook him as Kenz sniffed the benadryl bottle and barked loudly. They sat on their haunches and pointed at the bottle like a drug detecting dog. “Kenz, what are you saying?”

Kenz transformed back into their human from and showed me that the label was peeling off. They peeled off the label to reveal another. It had the Das Flavor Pups logo and was labeled “Partydryl.” which was just really large benadryl pills with extra Diphenhydramine in it to get the “party rush.” 

“Oh no!!! Dipper!!!” I immediately got an IV into him and started giving him some physostigmine nasally. I patted Kenz on the head as they bit my arm. “Kenz. You saved his life. Don’t bite me.”

“I don’t wanna be touched!!” Kenz growled as they rubbed their back all over their plushies, getting their stink all over them. Ford walked in with a piece of paper. “The good news is, whatever’s going on with Kenz is not a viral illness like we originally suspected.”

“So what’s the bad news?”

“The bad news is that whatever we all came down with had some complications with Kenz’s thyroid regulation. They’re currently going through a hormonal surge similar to dogs in heat. Those pustules? They’re scent glands releasing scents.” Ford grimaced as he shot his glance at Dipper. “What happened to him?” “Bad case of benadryl spiders. He accidentally took the wrong dose due to his allergies and took the wrong kind used by college kids to get high. Where did he even find this?” My lip curled at the bottle as I threw it in the trash. “The CVS backrooms.” Kenz snarled, sinking their teeth into the massive frog plush and thrashing their head. “Kenz!! Knock it off!!” Ford pried Kenz’s head off the frog plush only for them to bite him instead. “Kenz isn’t keen on touch right now.” I poured some warm water where Kenz was biting and they instinctively let go to take a sip. They went back to biting the pillows. “Kenz. You’re gonna accidentally shred things.” 

Kenz whined and started rolling in their plushies. “Kenz. Can you maybe…” The words didn’t come to my mouth as I sighed. “It’s getting late. Maybe you should take your meds and go to bed?” I suggested as Kenz seemingly snapped out of whatever trance they were currently stuck in and went over to their desk where they kept their meds and took them. They went back over to their nest of plushies and blankets before transforming into a coyote and bolting outside. They came back with a massive leaf half the size of their body covered in eggs the size of Ford’s hands, along with their fur roughed up and covered in a sticky substance. They put the eggs in the center of the nest and curled protectively over them. “Hey Kenz?”

Kenz transformed into a massive cobra and flared their hood at Ford, hissing and faking strikes. “Kenz. Why did you steal those eggs? You’re not exactly in the position to be a parent.” 

Kenz didn’t respond and went to sleep in their human form, curled up around the eggs. Their back was covered in scales of a strange creature and they stank of flowers and nectar. Ford approached them as they protectively curled over the eggs. “Kenz has never been this keen to be a parent before.”

“Exactly. I have seen how they run away from Soos’s son at every opportunity.” Ford seemed really concerned for Kenz as they snarled at him for getting too close to the eggs. Ford’s gaze lit up with his typical “Oh no. Something went terribly wrong here.” expression. Kenz was slightly bleeding from their mouth and breathing harshly. “The Moth Queen.” Ford covered Kenz’s back in a lavender salve as they relaxed their posture. Ford took the eggs out from underneath them and put them back outside. “The Moth Queen?”

“Queen of all Mothmen. She must’ve picked up on Kenz’s vulnerable state. She’s basically a giant anthropomorphic moth with heavily exaggerated woman-like features. Able to hypnotize any creature who can smell her pheromones. I think Kenz got scammed into a glorified babysitter role for her offspring.” Ford’s tone was frustrated as I went over towards the eggs. “Don’t crush them!! They release a scent when crushed that summons other mothmen. And mothmen eat flesh. Sometimes human flesh. They start out as catterpillarmen watched over by highly territorial mothmen.” Ford shooed me away from the eggs as I nodded. “Kenz must’ve been at the wrong place at the wrong time.” I sighed, remembering how other monsters react to shapeshifters as a “breeder species” or the perfect species to raise their young due to their high genetic variability. The Axolotl told us how humans fear shapeshifters, but other species particularly like to view them as baby making machines. Shapeshifters, even though they are a powerful species that could easily turn on their owners, are often used in the monster fucker trade. They’re really fertile and can easily change their biology to breed with anyone. No one gives shifters the respect they deserve. Kenz is having to learn the hard way how to be careful. Very few shapeshifters are the sex hungry breeders that monster society puts them as. I gave a heaving sigh as Holly walked outside, gazing at the eggs. “Those smell suspiciously like mothmen and Kenz. Oh no.” Holly burst inside to our room as I sighed and gazed at Ford. “Shapeshifters have been fighting for their rights for millennia. It’s really sad.”

“So I’ve heard.” Ford sighed sadly and with regret. I walked back into our room as Holly was giving Kenz some lavender, chamomile, and thyme tea to soothe their overactive mind. They purred and flopped over. “Kenz, why do you have to present now? You’re getting your stinky slick everywhere.” Holly sighed and shook her head. “Who am I kidding? This must be so hard for you. It wasn’t sickness that brought this on. It was just a matter of shapeshifter puberty.” Holly brought out the whole bible long book of shapeshifter history and biology. “Atlas. You might want to have a look at this.”

She showed me the page on shifter sex. “Kenz is going through some changes. They’re nto liking it in the slightest.”

I nodded as I put Kenz’s frog warmie in the microwave to soothe their cramping body. I’m so sorry.  

[your-sweet-cookies]

🎲

The kiss roulette

Guess I do owe you a longer short story, my dear! X3 So, let's see what destiny will give you this time, hopefully a number that'll allow for a more fruitful scenario.

And your second lucky number is... 31!

A kiss to the inner thigh (Oh, this one really is going to be a 'fun' one! :> Destiny was extremely generous the second time around!)

(Also, tw: The following contains NSFW content)

For a very innocent and pure girl, Kukki sure had her moments in which she would be very 'naughty' and horny, but that was to be expected with a boyfriend as handsome and hot as hers. So it didn't come off as much of a surprise that she was always eager for their 'fun' times, especially after a long and boring day of classes and work that seemed endless and kept them separated for far longer than they would've liked.

And today seemed to be one of these days of being kept away for far too long from her beloved wild bobcat. Kukki was starting to get more and more frustrated by how slow the clock had been moving and for some unknown reason, the end of the day found her even hornier than usual for their reunion, so for tonight, since Niragi made the 'mistake' of telling her that he might run late because the current game project was falling behind schedule, she'd decided she wanted to have as much fun and enjoyment to the fullest while also 'punishing' him for letting her wait like that, and she was going to do that by putting into action one of her long time favorite fantasies.

So, after getting home, preparing herself for her sexy night by dressing in her hottest and sexiest lingerie she owned in her wardrobe and getting the bedroom ready, Kukki set to waiting patiently for Niragi to finally come back home and 'entertain' her. That didn't take too long, fortunately, and from one thing to another, Niragi ended up tied up to the bed with a nice fluffy pair of handcuffs (because she didn't want him to really get hurt because of her kinky fantasies), half naked and with Kukki all flustered and excited on top of him. He didn't really like playing the 'sub' role, but for this once, Niragi was gonna let it slide since he understood this was her way of getting back at him for prolonging the time spent separated on a day that already kind of bothered Kukki. Well, at least he got to enjoy the view on top of him provided by that lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination.

"Ah, my beloved, you look soo good all submissive like that! Indeed, I was right that this fantasy is simply delicious!" Kukki licked her lips as she stared down at him. "Glad you enjoy it, wildcat, but don't get too used to it. You know that I'm the one who likes to be in control." Niragi retorted with a grin on his face, as he too ate her with his eyes. "I know, I know... But I can still make this one special time worthwhile for both of us! You'll see, being the sub has its perks too!~" Kukki winked at him and leant down for a sweet, passionate kiss.

In the process, she made sure that her body would rub sensually against his, stimulating all the right places, especially that very sensitive and hardened part of his body. After enjoying their very passionate kiss for a bit, Kukki then shifted her attention to his neck, covering it now in kisses and love bites that marked Niragi as hers. "Hmmm... Looks like you're really enjoying yourself tonight, wildcat..." Niragi groaned, as Kukki nibbled on the soft spot on his neck.

"And so are you my love, judging by what I'm feeling down there..." Kukki replied in a soft whisper, tickling his ear, followed by a slight sexy moan as she pressed herself down harder onto the specified area. "Can't and won't deny that either..." Niragi snorted, letting out a moan of his own. "But I assume you won't really hurry straight to the 'best part' now, are you?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at her amused, desire still undeniable in his darkened eyes. "Nope, I am totally going to take my time enjoying my 'little toy'.~" The young woman winked at him and continued her 'journey' down his clavicle, to her next destination: his strong and sublime chest and abdomen.

On this area, the silver-haired woman decided to move even slower, but in a very sensual and teasing manner, leaving more marks in her way, as she licked down the man's pecks, kissing and leaving a wet sexy trail along the way. All that while she made sure to never break for a moment the eye contact between them and as an added 'bonus', she also made sure to rub against his bulge from time to time, yielding delicious moans and groans out of her lover's mouth.

Finally reaching his abs and applying the same 'treatment' from before, her hands decided to join the game, by busying themselves with his belt and pants. But of course, even this activity was going to be done in a slow and calculated manner, meant to simply tease and drive him insane with lust even further. "Mmm... You are always so delicious my beloved! I can't wait to get to take a taste of the best part of tonight's 'meal'!~" Kukki let out another soft sigh as she sat back up on top of him, looking at Niragi with an almost salivating facial expression.

"Why don't you go on and serve yourself already, wildcat? I'm sure it's waiting as impatiently for you, as you are for it." Niragi smirked, being unable to not feel incredibly amused and satisfied that even now, when she was on top of him like that, Kukki still displayed her usual sub behavior, being all needy and horny for him like that, totally under 'his spell'. "Everything at its time, wild bobcat! Don't try to tempt me! I still have some things left up my sleeve for me to try out on you..." Kukki bit her lip yet again and this time tugged onto his belt a bit harder, pulling it open finally, followed by the buttons of his pants.

The pants didn't take long to leave Niragi's body, but to his twitching erection's disappointment, he was going to have to endure the tightness of his boxers a little bit longer, because Kukki was suddenly more interested in his upper legs, than her ready to go 'meal'. "Don't think I forgot about the fact that your thighs are one of your most erogenous areas, my love! So, because I am a good girl, I am going to make sure they get plenty of attention too." She commented in a very innocent, yet teasing tone as she guessed what he must've been thinking at the moment.

"You are really enjoying this a lot, aren't you?" Niragi smirked and snorted yet again, despite his slight impatience at her very slow 'process'. Kukki didn't answer right away, flashing him a sweet and playful smirk of her own, as she began slowly and sensually massaging his thighs, especially his inner thighs. And for the 'cherry on top', the woman's next move was to lean down and start placing soft and wet kisses on his inner thigh, all while still making sure to never break their eye contact. "You can't even imagine how much I am enjoying this!~" Her soft, sexy voice sent electrifying shivers down the man's spine, while Kukki enjoyed tremendously the sight of his bulge getting even harder thorough the material of his boxers. Indeed, she was in for a looong and very fun night, which she was going to definitely enjoy thoroughly and to the fullest!

[bandzhoe9194]

A Halloween Night

Terrormoo/BasicallyIDo407/H20 Vanoss/Daithi de Wildcat

Word count: 2037

Based off this prompt:

Brock slipped the leather jacket on, squinting through the purposely broken red sunglasses that only had one lense. He was dressing as Terroriser, his biggest rival and honestly? One of his best friends.

Terroriser was considered a villain, his partners in crime Wildcat, Basically and Delirious. Brock was considered a hero, though he didn't see how. He just didn't like seeing people hurt.

Terroriser and his group didn't hurt people, though they liked to steal and vandalize. There were worse villains out there, but Brock and his friends Daithi, Evan and Scotty tended to run into Terroriser's group more.

Brock scrutinized his outfit, feeling mildly out of place in the leather jacket and black jeans. Normally he wore blue jeans, a sky blue hoodie and an eagle mask, but it was Halloween, and he was going as Terroriser. He thought it was ironic.

"Daamn Brock, you look good in leather," Evan said playfully, Brock turning to see a hockey mask and one of his blue hoodies on his best friend. "Are you going as Delirious?" Brock asked amused and Evan winked through the mask.

"Hell yeah, that little fucker looks cool," Evan said cheerfully and Brock shook his head. "Hey, you can't say shit, you're going as Terroriser, and besides. Daithi is going as Wildcat and Scotty is going as Basically," Evan said, pointing a finger and Brock just laughed.

"Alright, let's get going. It's going to be hilarious to stop Terroriser and them dressed as them," Brock said excitedly and Evan nodded with a laugh.

"Daithi! Scotty! Hurry up! We're leaving with our without your asses!" Evan yelled through the house they all shared (rent was a doozy and easier split between 4 people).

Brock rolled his eyes as footsteps ran down the hall, Nogla sliding in with a pig mask and bike helmet on and Scotty sliding in wearing a blue t-shirt and a white eared hood.

"Let's go!" Brock said excitedly, tightening his shoe laces in preparation for take off. Brock and Evan had flight as abilities, Evan through wings that would melt into his skin as tattoos at will. Brock mostly could just control air pressure under him.

Daithi had super speed that let him run not only over water but up buildings, and Scotty had high jumps. It made getting around easier considering they were in a massive city and traffic was usually a mess.

They left, locking the door behind them and taking off. Evan and Brock flew high above the lights of the city, catching glimpses of Scotty leaping from building to building and Daithi running along the skylights.

Bright red flashes appeared on the East side of the city and Evan nodded at Brock as they took off towards the area. It was mostly warehouses and boat docks, so Brock assumed Terroriser and his group were either raiding or burning something.

Evan and Brock flew down, landing on a warehouse a couple buildings away from where the lights were flashing. It was definitely Terroriser's lasers causing those flashes and Brock rolled his eyes.

Daithi skidded to a stop beside the two, Scotty landing lightly on the other side. "Any idea on what they're doing?" Scotty whispered very faintly as Wildcat had very strong hearing.

Brock shook his head and gestured for Daithi to step closer. "Go around the back, stay hidden and quiet. Vanoss and I will fly above, Fourzer0 will go around the other way," Brock whispered, using their alias names.

Everyone nodded and took off, Brock and Evan hovering about 30 meters above the now vandalized warehouse where they say the four villains laughing and either spray painting, burning or carving stupid stuff along its walls.

Brock raised an amused eyebrow and caught Evan's eye, who was smirking faintly. "Looks like we weren't the only ones," he said amused and Evan nodded, shaking his head.

Brock and Evan flew down and landed right behind the four men, grinning amused. "Well hello sexy," Terroriser said coyly, giving Brock an up and down. He had an eagle beak mask over his mouth and nose, a very tight blue hoodie and blue jeans on.

Brock rolled his eyes, internally appreciating the tightness of the hoodie. It was obviously Delirious' hoodie, as that was his signature along with the painted hockey mask.

"I see you guys had the same idea as us," Evan said amused, checking out Delirious' skin tight black outfit and half owl mask that left his mouth free.

Delirious had a smirk, looking Evan up and down. Wildcat looked over at the alley between the warehouses and called, "I can hear you Nogla, come on out. You too Fourzer0seven."

The two stepped out, eyeing Basically and Wildcat who were dressed as them. Wildcat looked very odd wearing a headset and a bright green tee, Basically in black skinny jeans and a Grey and white t shirt.

"I'm liking what I see," Scotty said, winking at Basically who just rolled his eyes, grinning. Terroriser nodded, having not taken his eyes off Brock since he'd turned around.

"Having a good Halloween, Vanoss?" Delirious purred, skipping over to Evan and running a hand down his chest. Evan chuckled, shaking his head and grabbing Delirious' hand before it could travel any lower.

"And if I am?" Evan asked softly and Delirious grinned, not letting go of Evan's hand. "I guess we'll just have to add some chaos to it, as long as you don't mind," he replied just as softly and Terroriser and Brock just rolled their eyes at each other.

Those two had had the strongest chemistry since the "rivalry" had started, though Evan had always fired back saying Brock and Terroriser were right there with them.

"What do you say? We all stick together? Put our rivalry aside tonight and be normal people?" Terroriser asked, walking closer to Brock and tilting his head.

Brock took the sunglasses off, raising an eyebrow at the other. "I think-" he started but Daithi cut him off. "Sounds like a plan to me. Let's go get pizza and bullshit around the pier."

Wildcat and Basically nodded in agreement but Terroriser didn't take his eyes off Brock. Brock just nodded in agreement and Terroriser smirked excitedly.

"Then, for tonight, you better call me Brian," he said softly and Brock tilted his head. "And you better call me Brock," he replied finally and Brian hummed.

"Okay okay, you four go get separate rooms," Daithi groaned, seeing Evan and Delirious practically nose to nose and Terroriser's- no, Brian's and Brock's chests nearly touching.

Wildcat walked to him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that an offer?" He asked quietly and Brock and Brian smirked at each other as Daithi went bright red, mouth opening but no words coming out.

"Why don't we all head to the pier?" Basically suggested and Scotty nodded, arms crossed at the three duos.

Delirious winked and he and Evan blinked out of sight, Delirious having teleportation as one of his abilities. Wildcat rolled his eyes and looked at Daithi.

"Here," he said, grabbing Daithi's hand and both of them shrank down into birds, a surprised squawk coming from Daithi as he wobbled on his new hawk feet.

Brock shook his head and grabbed Brian's hand, the other frowning confused. "Don't let go," Brock warned him and adjusted the air pressure under them and they took off flying. Brian let out a shocked scream, his other hand flying to grab Brock's arm tightly.

Brock let out a laugh as Basically screamed behind them. Brian had his eyes squeezed shut but Brock could see that Scotty had grabbed Basically in a bear hold and jumped, the two shapeshifted birds flying behind Brock and Brian.

The trip to the pier only took 5 minutes, but by time they reached it Evan and Delirious were already wrapped around each other and half hidden by Evan's wings.

Brian burst out laughing, a full, genuine laugh that Brock was already obsessed with. Evan and Delirious broke apart, Evan flushed but Delirious smirking smugly. "Don't be jealous, Brian," Delirious snipped and Brian tilted his head.

"Of what, Jon," he asked and Delirious nodded at Brock. "We all know you want to be under the one and only Moo, but are too scared to take it," Delirious answered and Brock went bright red as Brian stammered.

"I- uh-" Brian stuttered and Brock rolled his eyes, winking at Evan and Delirious before grabbing Brian's arm and spinning him around. "Here," Brock said amused, pulling Brian against him and kissing him deeply.

Brock had no idea what had come over him and let him gain the confidence to do that, but was he ever so happy he did. Brian melted into his hold, a shiver going down his spine at the motion.

Brock heard a wolf whistle and clapping and the two broke apart to see Evan and Daithi clapping and Scotty pulling his fingers from his mouth after the whistle.

"Fucks sake Brock! I didn't know you had it in you!" Daithi called and Brock flushed, making Brian laugh. "Now it's your turn," Brock snapped back and Daithi shook his head, his cheeks flushing.

"Oh?" Wildcat asked, turning to face Daithi with a smirk. "Like this?"

Wildcat pulled Daithi against him, pausing in case he pulled away but continuing when Daithi made no motion to do so. Brock shook his head at the very intense kiss, turning back to Brian.

"You have pyrokinesis, yeah?" He asked quietly and Brian nodded, looking curious. "Want to start a bonfire?" He asked and Brian brightened, nodding even more enthusiastically. "Then let's go collect some driftwood."

The two ran off, none of the others noticing. They started collecting driftwood, but Brock paused with an armful and just stared out at the ocean. The moonlight was reflecting perfectly off the water, the breeze barely there.

Brock closed his eyes and felt all the tension in his shoulders vanish, breathing in the slightly sweet air contently.

"You okay?" Brian asked softly, his voice fitting in with the atmosphere perfectly. Brock opened his eyes and turned to him, smiling faintly. "I'm actually perfect. It's such a nice night," he replied just as softly and Brian smiled faintly.

"It is. I'm kinda glad you guys came to stop us today, I really wanted you to see my "costume". You showing up dressed as you are was a plus," Brian said amused and Brock looked down at the black jeans and leather jacket ensemble he had on.

"This was honestly one of the strangest things I've ever worn, I've never worn leather. But it's surprisingly warm," he said and Brian laughed. "It is. I like my leather jacket, but yours looks even nicer than mine," he said and Brock shrugged.

"It's brand new, Evan wears leather jackets but none of them fit me, so I had to go buy one," he admitted and Brian laughed, dropping the wood in his hold and pulling at the blue hoodie he was wearing.

"This is Jon's, its like a full size too small, but the arm length was barely long enough so it worked," he said and Brock couldn't help but let his eyes trail down Brian's body.

"You can definitely tell it's small on you," he said and then flushed and Brian raised an eyebrow. "And how?" He asked knowingly and Brock's blush grew darker as he sighed.

"It really suits you? Like, I can see everything in that outfit," he said and then dropped the wood as Brian pulled him against him.

"Everything?" Brian murmured and Brock swallowed, that strange confidence coming over him again.

"Yes. Everything. And I will admit, I'm really liking what I see," he replied with a faint purr and Brian's eyes widened, his pupils dilating.

Brock leaned closer, his lips barely brushing Brian's before he stepped away and picked his pile of driftwood back up. "We should head back, I'm sure our friends are looking for us," he said cheerfully, knowing exactly what he did as he turned around and started walking back to the pier.

"Brock you asshole," he heard Brian mutter and Brock just laughed. This night was definitely proving to be a Halloween to remember.

[jj-babebank]

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 5

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being… Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death. Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 Masterlist

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Part 5 -

53 days of camp left

The first day at Camp Willowdale was usually pretty straightforward – campers arrive, sign in, move into their designated cabins where they meet their counselors, then all gather in the Wildcat Lodge to get their schedules, maps, badges and compasses. Ever since Pricilla’s daughter left her, she ditched the idea of having a stable with horses at camp (saying it reminded her way too much of Wendy, and also cost a lot of money to maintain), and settled for scavenger hunts in full scout mode in the forest, hence the compasses and badges. Every camper was given a first badge for participation and would get the chance to earn new badges to add to their collection during their nine week stay. Pricilla made sure that there was a badge for literally everything – from successfully starting a fire to throwing out the trash. She liked to do this to make all the campers feel included and special, which on its own sounded like a wonderful thing, however her actual motives were selfish – happy kids meant happy parents, and happy parents meant money. She also liked to turn everything into a competition, so she established a scoring system that nobody but her understood, where she’d award or deduct points from different groups and the group with the most points at the end of the summer will be crowned conquerors of the camp at a made up end-of-summer event Pricilla named the “Camp Will-all-hail banquet”. Caroline always found the name to be extremely tacky, but much like mostly everything that Pricilla put her finger onto, it wasn’t surprising.

JJ and Caroline had gotten assigned to Teens 2. Unsurprisingly, everyone in their group was almost their age, which seemed like somewhat of a recipe for disaster, as Caroline feared that this could result in the teens refusing to follow orders from someone who is basically their age. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that their group of teens was actually quite well-mannered and well-behaved. John B and Sarah’s teens, however, were a whole different story.

“You sure you got T2 and not T1?” panted Sarah after finally sitting down at the counselors table beside Caroline for dinner.

Caroline smirked, “Positive,” she confirmed, not being able to hide her amusement at the sight of an already tired Sarah, “Why’d you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” said Sarah sarcastically, “Well, besides all the girls, and I’m pretty sure one of the boys, having a massive thing for John B, and them all quite literally being the spawns of Satan, hm… no reason,”

Caroline laughed at Sarah’s words, looking over at the table where her group and Sarah’s were seated at. Two of the T1 girls were giggling while telling a story, while everyone else’s attention was on them. Caroline came to the conclusion that they would be the It Girls at this year’s camp, bossing everyone around. She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that it was Sarah who got these two as they were literally mini versions of her.

“Heard my name being called,” John B slid onto the bench across the table from the girls. Now that everyone had been sorted, the Wildcat Lodge seating area had been rearranged so that the groups would be sat together according to their ages, and the counselors would be sat together according to their groups. The head staff had their own table at the very foot of the podium, right next to where the food was, conveniently.

JJ was quick to join their group at their respective table, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, nothing,” Caroline said nonchalantly, “Just Sarah being jealous over her girls liking John B, no biggie,” Sarah kicked her under the table, earning an, “Ow!”

John B’s eyes immediately shot up, that familiar twinkle of excitement swimming through his honey orbs, “Jealous?”

“As if,” barked Sarah, squinting her eyes at him threateningly.

“We’ll see about that, baby cakes,” John B winked, diving into his dinner.

“So,” said JJ, lowering his voice in case any of the neighboring tables were listening, “What’s the plan, guys?”

Caroline shook her head, “I don’t even know where we could start, I mean, the only clue we’ve got so far is that message we had to scrub off the rock this morning before the campers arrived…”

John B thought for a second, “Hey, wasn’t Topper paired up with her?” he said suddenly.

Caroline’s eyes widened in realization, “John B, you’re a genius!” she said, earning a proud smile from the boy, “Last night at the counting, Topper said something about feeling guilty for not offering her his jacket!” the four of them turned to look towards Topper’s table. He was sitting quietly, barely poking at his food, while the rest of his fellow counselors were having an animated conversation around him. Caroline turned back towards her friends, “Chances are he was the one who saw her last!”

“Yeah, and judging by the look of his face, he doesn’t seem too excited about it,” remarked JJ.

“Can you blame him? I’d be pissed if I was paired with Madison, too,” muttered Sarah, scrunching her nose at the leafy salad in her plate.

“Tonight at the bonfire,” said Caroline, “Sarah’s going to offer him some help with his girls, seeing as he’s dealing with all of his kids alone,”

“Hey, why me?” Sarah frowned at the plan.

“Because you’re the one who had a massive crush on him back in the day,” Caroline whispered in Sarah’s ear, resulting in Sarah kicking her under the table again. Caroline bit back a groan as she smiled forcefully, looking at the two boys in front of her, “Okay, well, sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

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After handing out the songbooks and marshmallows to all of their teens, Caroline, JJ, Sarah and John B took a seat at their designated log next to their groups, which had somehow bonded during dinner and were all laughing together.

“Alright, settle down kids!” Pricilla said, causing everyone’s chatter to die down, “As you have already been informed, it is a Willowdale tradition to perform our very own rendition of Bomfiara every morning and night until the end of camp. The songbooks you’ve been kindly given by your counselors contain the lyrics to all of the camp songs we’re going to be singing this summer, but I’m sure that by the end of it you won’t be needing the books anymore,” Pricilla fake-laughed at her own joke while everyone just started at her blankly, “Okay, well, let’s sing!” she gave the tone and everyone started signing.

“This is so lame,” said one of the girls Caroline proclaimed as “It Girls” earlier that evening, “We’re too old for this BS,”

“You got that right,” mumbled Sarah.

“Oh, come on, I love it, it used to be our favorite tradition!” whined John B.

The two girls squealed and started pinching each other, immediately opening their songbooks and joining in on the singing, making intense eye contact with John B with their best seductive looks. Sarah rolled her eyes at the scene.

“See?” she whispered to Caroline, “This is what I meant!”

Caroline smirked at the blonde girl, “Am I sensing… jealousy?”

Sarah scoffed at the remark, “Pf, yeah right,” she said defensively, “I’m just annoyed that they’re only listening to what he’s saying and we’re supposed to be counselors together.”

Caroline nodded slowly, pretending to be buying the story, “Yeah, sure,” she turned to look at Topper, who regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by his group and fellow counselors, still seemed down, the camp fire illuminating his distant face, “Speaking of together, when do you wanna go talk to Topper?”

Sarah followed Caroline’s gaze towards the boy, “Once this stupid song is over,”

Caroline nodded and both girls turned towards their group again, where the It Girls were still making sexy eyes at John B, who seemed totally clueless to their approach as he was belting the lyrics of the much familiar song out loud, waving JJ’s hands every so often.

Once the song was over and everyone got back to their regular chitchat, Sarah stood up and straightened her shorts and camp sweatshirt as she made her way towards Topper.

“Hey, Top, this seat taken?” she said, referring to the empty spot on the log next to him where Madison was supposed to be sat.

Topper looked at Sarah as if she’d just said a distasteful joke, “Hey, Sarah…” he muttered, “Obviously not,”

“Awesome!” Sarah smiled widely, plopping down next to the boy.

“So,” Topper started awkwardly, “What brings you here?”

“Saw you from across the pit,” she explained directly, “Couldn’t help but notice that you seem lonely,”

“Yeah, well,” Topper looked at her with a look of disapproval once again, “I sort of am,”

Sarah pretended to only just realize what he was talking about, “Riiight… So, about that,” she chirped again, “Last night you said something about a jacket?”

Topper sighed, “Yeah, Madison said she was cold when we were in our cabin and instead of offering her my jacket, I sort of felt… relieved that she was going to leave me for a second to go grab hers. I should’ve known that something was wrong when she was gone for over 10 minutes, instead I just laughed around with Kelce and the boys and then we heard the scream…”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Oh, please, you’re not blaming yourself for it, are you?”

“I mean, I kinda am,” Topper confessed, “If I wasn’t too caught up in being annoyed that I’d been paired up with her, I’d have just given her my jacket or followed her to your cabin to get hers and none of this would’ve happened,”

Sarah tried putting on her best apologetic smile as she reached for Topper’s hand, taking him by surprise, “Look, Top, I hate Madison just as much as the next person, but I hardly think any of this was your fault. She probably just used the jacket as an excuse to ditch and got excited to see her rookie boyfriend, hence the scream,”

Topper frowned, “Don’t tell me you actually believe all that?”

Sarah shrugged, “I mean, she was a drama queen,”

Topper pulled his hands away from Sarah’s, shaking his head, “Just go, Sarah,”

Sarah looked over towards her friends across the fire pit who were all staring at her in anticipation, as she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed them a, “Sorry, I tried,” making her way back to where they were seated.

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A/N: Camp has finally officially begun and so has the search for truth ~~ As always, let me know what you think, I hope you are enjoying the story so far, I'm super excited to be writing this xxx

tags: @k-k0129 ; @hayleyy-l ; @marvellover04

Part 6 here

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Propaganda

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Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

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Eleanor Parker:

“When I’m spotted somewhere, it means that my characterizations haven’t covered up Eleanor Parker the person. I prefer it the other way around.” So shy she was actively nervous about winning awards in person, her personal life remains mostly behind the scenes. But on screen? she was a force majeure. It's a shame the role most people remember her in is the Baroness in The Sound of Music, but then again, it did make Christopher Plummer reminisce upon her passing “I was sure she was enchanted and would live forever.”

Listen we all know Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews had insane chemistry but the Baroness deserves some love too! She has such a glamorous presence but not in a hard way

She will be known as the fabulous baroness in TSOM, but she was so much more than that. Just as comfortable in westerns or melodrama, the scheming other woman, and the beauty that wins the heart of every man in town.

Audrey Hepburn propaganda:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funds against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

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I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

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What are some things Amy does subconsciously that Jake finds sexy?

- she has this habit of licking and biting her lip when she's really concentrating on something difficult. He, uh, he might've bought her an extremely hard puzzle game for her birthday just to see her do that with the Switch in her hands...

- sometimes when she's slept a bit wonky or had a couch nap or something, she basically does a full-body cat-style stretch and the accompanying groan is absolutely, definitely a sex noise Jake's heard before too

- she scratches his neck or through his hair a lot and yes it's sweet and it's comforting and very much platonic-romantic, but sometimes she'll scratch just a little harder and he'll always get goosebumps from that

- it's probably not as subconsciously as it used to be but she always, always leans just the right way when she's wearing a deep-cut dress or something that clings to her butt that Jake has to pry his eyes away from it all

- lemme just say that Amy Santiago on a research-run/binge being obsessed with her books and files and stalking info like some wildcat is probably a weird aphrodisiac, but you should just see the look in her eyes and the determination and then you might understand

[multimetaverse]

HSMTMTS 2x08 Review

Most Likely To was the best ep of S2 so far and ended one ship while launching another. Let’s dig in!

Gaston was super fun, a very nice showcase for both Larry and Matt. This is the kind of energy that early S2 was lacking. Also feels like the first ep where East High might actually have a shot at beating North High. Covid restrictions played a role but we really needed to see more rehearsal scenes and scenes of the wildcats just being theatre kids. This also may be one of the last times we see EJ perform as a student in the musical so I’m glad we got this.  

EJ has been criminally underused for most of S2, he’s marketed as part of the big 4 along with Nini, Ricky, and Gina and Matt Cornett’s name is listed 3rd in the credits but in the early eps of S2 you’d think he was guest star. Lately he’s started to become more important and tonight was an excellent showcase of why he’s such an interesting character. I’m not gonna check but this feels like it’s the most EJ screen time in a single ep that we’ve gotten all season long. 

Of course, the main reason for EJ’s increased screen time is because of Portwell. I’ve been neutral on them but tonight they really won me over’ their scenes were so sweet that they warmed even my cold black heart. Matt and Sofia are good friends irl and that shines through in their easy rapport and great chemistry. Gina snorting at EJ’s joke was cute and I loved the shot of Gina accidentally walking into the shot for EJ’s confessional. As an aside, they’ve been doing some fun stuff with the confessionals lately which helps add a bit of the metaness that helped make S1 so great.

The real big Portwell scene tonight was EJ and Gina talking on the couch at Ashlyn’s. Lot’s to love there. Gina’s speech to EJ about what she sees when she thinks of him was sweet and her saying that EJ tried to do the right thing and often failed but kept trying echoes what she said of herself during her confession to Ricky. Also when EJ asked Gina if she understood the feeling of having her life mapped out she replied, ‘’not really’’ which is almost certainly the inspiration for Gina asking a question to EJ and him responding ‘’not really’’ in their pre S2 face time call on the hsmtmts instagram. 

EJ is still wracked with guilt for the guy he used to be but Gina reminds him that he’s grown and is a good guy which leads to her slip up about her seeing him that way vs the rest of the gang hinting that she’s beginning to catch feelings for EJ. Which leads to EJ complimenting her and them having a moment that could well have led to a kiss if Ashlyn hadn’t come home. And they cap it off with Gina falling asleep and EJ covering her with his Duke sweater. 

It’s been nice not seeing Gina upset over Ricky these past two eps and it’s a damning indictment of the poor writing and pacing of S2 that her story in the first 6 eps can be summed up as Gina being upset over something Ricky said or did. Not only has Portwell allowed EJ to rise in prominence but also it’s allowed Gina to escape the rut her character was stuck in pining for Ricky. 

I hope after S2 is over that we get an interview where Tim explains how the Portwell plot came to be. The S1 finale set up some possible interest between them as did the pre S2 face time call but nothing came of it during the first 4 eps, they stood next to each other a lot but barely interacted otherwise. Notably in 2x01, which Tim himself wrote, EJ tries to grow a beard and tells Ashlyn that he says her as so young which is extremely jarring now that we know that EJ is crushing on Gina who is Ashlyn’s age. 

Was Tim not set on doing Portwell until he realized he needed to give Gina something else to do other than hopelessly pine for Ricky? Narratively, it made sense after Rini got together in S1 to put the other two Big 4 characters together in S2 but did Tim not want it to seem so obvious to the audience so he deliberately kept Portwell apart until 2x05 where EJ’s feelings make for a nice plot twist? Was he just reluctant to plug EJ back into the love square due to how much more complicated it would make things but later felt he had no other options? Or was it just plain old bad pacing and writing?

Of course, I wish that there wasn’t such a large age gap between Sofia and Matt but there are no Gina ships that avoid that problem, there’s also an age gap between Sofia and Joshua, just as there was between Olivia and Joshua and Matt in S1. Depending on when they film S3 there’s a good chance that most of it will be finished before Sofia even turns 18 which is deeply unfortunate. There’s a broader issue of teen girls being cast in mostly age appropriate roles while their male love interests are older adults and in particular it often affects female characters of colour. Netflix has a really bad track record with those kind of age gaps but Disney has problems too as we’ve seen on HSMTMTS and on GMW where by the end of S3 they had 18 year old Peyton Meyer as the boyfriend of 14 year old Rowan Blanchard’s character (not to mention canon Joshaya which didn’t have such a bad age gap between the actors but was problematic regarding the ages of the characters themselves).

A knock I’ve seen on Portwell is that EJ is just gonna leave for university next year but that was never gonna happen, Matt’s under the same 4 season contract as all the other mains and he’ll be sticking around in some capacity much like Sharpay ended up doing in the movies. It is true that EJ will probably have to move on at the end of S4 while Gina still has her senior year left but that will also happen with her and Ricky since he’ll be graduating at the end of S4. It was a big mistake to make EJ a senior but it also may end up being a big mistake to make Gina a sophomore. It would have been too messy to retcon EJ to be a junior but Tim probably should have taken the chance to retcon Gina into being a junior in S2.

That Rini breakup was so sad (missed opportunity for gotta go my own way). They managed to get in a Troyella reference with the treehouse. This was inevitable they just have not been communicating well though now that we know that Ricky thought Nini left YAC for him some of his desperation to spend as much time together as possible makes more sense. I think Rini is endgame if the series has 4 seasons but it wouldn't shock me if we never seem them dating again and they only get back together in the series finale. It also wouldn’t surprise me if Nini never dates anyone else for the remainder of the series or at least not seriously. 

We’re not even halfway through the series so it’s way too early to permanently slam the door on Rini though this time apart will probably help Joshua and Olivia move on from their own bitter break up before it bleeds too much into their performances. I do wonder if Tim really has a clue what he's gonna do with them for the remaining 24-28 eps of the series, assuming S3 and S4 have 10-12 eps each. 

Roman Banks killed If I Can’t Love Her and the montage of all the couples or ex couples was great.

It was nice to finally meets some parents other than the Bowen’s and Salazar-Roberts’. Kourtney’s mom was played by Dara’s actual mother and their dynamic was great as expected. It seems from their conversation that Kourtney's father is dead which I don’t believe has been mentioned before. Cash Caswell.... well it gets what the character is about across. He really looks and sounds like a rich Utah republican, I bet he knows Mitt Romney personally. I liked EJ going to tell his father that he’s not going to Duke and recognizing that he wants to build his own life on his own merits. 

We saw a bit of that S1 Miss Jenn energy tonight which was fun though I didn't like how curt she was with Seb nor did I like how rude Carlos was to Seb although we know that blows up in 2x10. 

Jazzara rising! I really liked how Jazzara and Portwell are sort of mirroring each other and since Mazzara knows about EJ’s feelings for Gina it wouldn’t shock me if helping EJ out is part of him showing a softer side in 2x12.

Of course Ashlyn is VP of the Nostradamus society. It's clear her family has some kooky new age beliefs (her parents are probably members of some naturopathic medicine group on Facebook that doubles as a gateway into Qanon)

It was nice to see Big Red being such a good friend to Ricky and the return of Ricky’s infamous pillow hugs. Lmao at Ashlyn just chilling while Big Red is comforting Ricky

Also Miss Jenn saying sexy and Big Red referring to pillow talk, the writers are adding a bit of spice when cooking up these scripts.

Looking Ahead: 

Looks like Gina may be wearing EJ's duke sweater next ep according to some posts I saw. Jack presumably is there to somehow help Gina decide what she wants with Ricky and EJ though him having wanderlust might also feed into Gina’s thoughts on settling down in SLC or moving with her mom around the country.

Let's see what mom of the year, Lynne Bowen, has up her sleeves. Ricky’s bedroom at her place in Chicago looks much nicer than the apartment Mike Bowen has so perhaps she makes a lot more money than he does. 

Not looking forward to the Zoom portions of the ep but I guess it was inevitable. 

There’s only two paths for Gina’s story to go in the remainder of this season; either she decides to move on from Ricky and give EJ a chance or she decides that Ricky is worth trying again and squelches her budding feelings for EJ. The former looks much more likely after tonight’s ep but either way it needs to be handled with care. Inevitably Gina and Ricky need to talk about what happened between them but if Tim really wants Ricky to continue being a viable love interest or even a good friend to Gina then he needs to really have Ricky apologize and show a thoughtful, kinder side of him that’s largely been missing this season. 

What I think Tim is doing is setting up Portwell getting together in 2x12 but Ricky pining over Gina until Portwell break up late S3 and Rina get together in the S3 finale before they break up later in S4 and Ricky gets back with Nini near the end of the series. If I had Tim’s ear I would tell him that he should pick which ship he wants to do, Rina or Portwell, but don’t do both. He wants canon Rina? Great then end Portwell before it starts and have Rina happen in S3 and introduce other obstacles to them getting together rather than having to damage EJ’s character and make him lose another girl he likes to Ricky. He wants canon Portwell? Great then have Gina and Ricky’s conversation be closure for the both of them and have Gina and EJ get together and break them up without Ricky being a cause of it or waiting in the wings to get with Gina soon afterwards. Doing both will be a disaster and I truly hope that Tim Federle carefully thinks over his mistakes in S2 and really plans out the remaining 2 seasons of the series while there’s still time to prevent things from going really off the rails like GMW and AM did thanks to the bad decisions of Michael Jacobs and Terri Minsky. 

Until next week wildcats. 

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ive got another something for ya. i loved the way you wrote my squid game request!

link warning: boobs. no full boob, but pic one is a white shirt thats wet (nipple peeking through) and pic two is a pic of a woman in a bra, but no full nudes. and i hope i dont make you feel uncomfortable with linking the pics! feel free to just ignore this req.!

1. scrolled through twitter, saw this pic, and thought of pezzys heartrate monitor going way up when reader walks into the room fresh out of the shower in this and the guys teasing him about it. (obviously some fluff or smut after)

https://x.com/lxIxIxlxl/status/1874559585773813921?t=DVC2GK7kakfCX84BQAkdjQ&s=19

and/or

2. reader goes shopping with the guys, yet kelly, (wildcat/tylers gf) aka. the only other female thats there left early and reader really wants an opinion on this bra she plans to buy, so she has no other choice to ask pezzy, who shes closest with, to check her out, if it looks cute and if it fits well. she doesnt know that pezzy likes her so she jokes with him and asks if it looks sexy enough on her so she might go home with a guy one day. (again possible fluff or smut after)

https://x.com/ange7ot/status/1875206868567499112?t=DVC2GK7kakfCX84BQAkdjQ&s=19

with love <3

so you’re the squid game req! i loved doing it lol i just had to finish the last two eps of season one and finish the first ep so i could write it 🩷 i love these btw so lemme get started

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What Team? (pt. 2)

(yes, everytime i see “what team?” i think “wildcats!” and i just couldn’t help myself with the title heehee)

I hope this meets all of your expectations! if not then sorry i guess lmao. if there are mistakes or inconsistencies let me know(:

So I got a little carried away and this is much MUCH longer than the first part so... sorry? you’re welcome? idk but turns out the story has not progressed but it basically has so let’s say it did. I also got a little carried away with Alix meeting the waynes... (Also I should add I don't know squat about roller blading)

Part 1

Based on this post by @unmaskedagain

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Alix wasn’t stupid, granted her best friend was Kim and together they were pretty stupid, but Alix was not inherently stupid, Kim just lowered her IQ by a significant amount just by being around him, ok? Not her fault. But anyways, point being, Alix was not stupid, she could see the way Lila's face morphed to disgust when she looked at Marinette and thought no one was watching, or when she sneered at the backs of all of her classmates when they turned around, so of course she knew why Lila really tried to force "Lukanette" down everyone's throats, she wanted to be on top. Alix aslo prided herself in not having problems such as crushes, why bother yourself when clearly people are not… hot, attractive, sexy, ect. Alix didn’t understand how or why people so desperately wanted to kiss each other but not having that urge really brought light to her class’ situation. She had learned from the way Kim used to look at Chloe and the way Max looked at Kim and the way Marinette looked at Adrien, there were plenty more examples, like Mylene and Ivan, anyways, they all had the same look even if they were trying to hide it. Lila looked at Marinette with that same look but hidden under disgust, but then again she also looked at Adrien that way too, without disgust and hate though. But she also hated Marinette, plain and simple. Wait, definitely not simple. As for why she hated Marinette, Alix just hadn't gotten that far yet, but she was sure it had something to do with Adrien. And being a closeted gay. 

As for everyone else it was no secret that Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Lila Rossi did NOT like each other but lucky, or unlucky depending on how you look at it, the class simply ignored the both of them when they tried talking about the other. 

Marinette, picking up on the fact that she won that battle, stopped trying to tell everyone about Lila’s obvious lies. She knew the girl still had it out for her but she was completely powerless when it came to taking Marinette’s friends away. It was quite exhausting listening to Lila and not being able to say anything that would disprove her lies because no matter how sound her proof was her classmates wouldn’t listen. And Marinette honestly just wanted to sleep.

Lately she didn’t know what was going on, all week people kept whispering and would change the conversation when she arrived. She thought they were talking behind her back but they never gave her dirty looks, in fact they were even more friendly and she got a large increase of “morning Marinette!” and “How are you doing?” which was only slightly confusing. At least they were finally being as friendly and considerate towards her as she was towards them. 

“Hey Marinette?” Marinette looked up from her sketchbook as her thoughts scattered to see Juleka nervously tapping on her desk with her nails while Rose stood behind her girlfriend with a look that could only be described as sparkly. Marinette raised an eyebrow but smiled kindly at them. 

“Yes?” 

“So, umm,” she cleared her throat nervously, “can you help me and Rose make shirts that say “Team Luka” on them?” 

“Team lu- uhmm sure?” 

Juleka gave her a rare smile and a soft “thanks” before returning to her seat with Rosa who squeaked “you're the best Marinette!” Marinette gave the girl a weak smile and a small nod of appreciation and just stared in confusion at the spot where the two girls stood previously. 

What?

The heck?

“What was that all about?” Alya voiced Marinette’s thoughts and slid into her seat, poking Marinette’s arm to break the black haired girl out of her stupor. 

“I'm... not sure....” She furrowed her brows in confusion. Who was Luka going against that required Juleka’s support? She hadn't heard of XY making headlines lately and Luka wasn't either, well she wasn’t really online either anyways. “They asked me to help them make Team Luka shirts.” She looked over to her friend and was brought to even more confusion. Alya looked… offended? But she quickly wiped the look off her face and pursed her lips together before turning to face the front saying, 

“Interesting....”

After school Marinette, with Juleka and Rose, went to buy supplies before heading to the ship to meet with Luka. Together they made ten teal tie dyed shirts which they had printed “TEAM LUKA” on the center of it. Marinette tried asking what it was for but all three just redirected her so she eventually just dropped it. 

As she was leaving Luka stopped her. “Thank you, Marinette,” he said softly, “you really are a wonderful girl, you deserve the world.” Of course that made Marinette blush, what was up with this guy and his cute, mushy words? 

“Thanks, Luka. An- and don’t worry about it! Anything for you,” she trailed off for a moment before rushing to add, “and your family of course. Obviously.” She chuckled nervously while Luka just gave her an amused smile. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Have a wonderful evening, Marinette.” He turned and walked back onto the ship, leaving Marinette weak in the knees. She quickly steeled her nerves then chastised herself while walking away. Stop feeling for multiple boys. Stop feeling for multiple boys. Stop feeling….

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Alya was not happy to find Juleka and Rose wearing teal tie dyed shirts saying “TEAM LUKA” printed on them. So they want to play THAT game. Ok. She can deal with that. In her desire to plan she missed Marinette’s rambles throughout class and the bell that signaling the start of lunch. 

“ALYA!” she snapped her head to the source of the sound to find the one and only Chloe Bourgeois with a hand on her hip and pursed lips. She looked around the room to find it completely empty except for the two of them. 

“Chloe!” she scooched over the bench and hopped up, accidentally almost bumping noses with the blonde girl from being too close but Chloe just gave a disgusted face and quickly took a step back. “Just the person I needed! Did you SEE those shirts?” Chloe huffed and rolled her eyes. 

“Of course I did, Césaire. That is the only reason you will be spending more time than I am comfortable with in my presence. Come on.” She turned her heel and strutted out of the classroom while Alya scrambled to grab all of her belongings. 

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Not long at all after Marinette saw Juleka and Rose (Ivan quickly following suit) wearing the Team Luka shirts, Alya and Chloe, a pairing Marinette NEVER saw coming, walked in with matching shirts, orange for Alya and yellow for Chloe, with a fancy, clean font spelling out “Team Adrien” on the front and a bold “SUCK IT” on the back. Marinette watched Alya approach her seat with her jaw hanging loose. 

WHAT WAS GOING ON???

“What is- you know what? Nevermind. I don’t want to know.” Alya smirked and slid into her seat. “You purposefully came last didn’t you?” 

“Yep!” Alya replied happily while pulling her phone out and started typing furiously. 

“Babe, where’s my shirt?” Nino had turned around and gave his girlfriend puppy eyes. 

“Oh, here you go,” she pulled a green shirt out of her bag and tossed it to him while Adrien watched with interest. A sound of excitement escaped Nino when he caught the shirt and he opened it up to see the front which revealed the back of the shirt to Marinette. She felt the blood drain from her face and she lifted her hand to cover her mouth in horror. The back had a perfect snapshot of Adrien’s side profile from his ad for cologne when he was gliding through the air. Marinette glanced at Adrien and saw that his jaw had dropped and his face started to burn a deep red. Marinette just wanted to cry. Nino flipped it over and Marinette saw “Team Adrien” in the same font of Chloe and Alya’s shirts while Nino let out an unearthly squeal. 

“It’s PERFECT! Adrien! Look!” he flipped the shirt over to show Adrien but the blonde boy had already curled in on himself and hid his face in his arms. 

“Whyyyyy, Alyaaaaa.” Alya smirked and looked up from her phone. 

“Don’t worry Adrien, we’re rooting for you.” 

Marinette cried (internally) that night as she prayed to every Kwami she knew to save her soul. 

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Adrien didn’t know what was going on, at first when he saw Luka’s shirts he really wanted one too to show his support of his acquaintance. Adrien didn’t know the boy that well but he was very kind and any team that Luka was on Adrien wanted to be on too heehee. After his friends started wearing Team Adrien shirts he felt… conflicted. And slightly uncomfortable. He was happy his friends were supporting him but it just felt wrong to root for himself. So to counteract this he approached Juleka when the school ended and got his own shirt. The next day he changed into it after getting dropped off at school, obviously because his Father would make him burn the shirt if he ever saw Adrien wearing it, and when he came out of the restroom he found Lila climbing the stairs in her own Team Luka shirt. Her eyes shot up in surprise at the sight of him before a strained smile etched onto her lips. 

“Lila! It’s great to see we’re on the same team.” He smiled kindly at her and gave a silent prayer to Plagg that she didn’t think he was flirting with her as she always seemed to assume. 

“Indeed, Adrien.” 

Everyday for the next week more and more people wore their own team shirts until the class was split in half, save for Nathanial, Marinette, and Alix. Adrien continuously tried to find out what the teams were for but someone always assured him that it was nothing to worry about. 

It wasn’t until he saw Chloe’s retweet of Alix’s tweet that he realized that his class was warring over who was the better match, him or Luka, for one of Alix’s friends that apparently the entire class knew besides Nathanial and Marinette as they never picked a side. He wondered if he knew the person that the class was talking about and decided to logout of twitter before anything got out of hand as it usually did whenever Chloe was on twitter. 

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“We have a problem.” Dick stated to his two brothers and adoptive father. 

“Ok, what’s new?” Jason asked lazily, polishing his gun. 

“Marinette is trending on twitter.”

“What?” Tim pulled his phone out and started going through the app as Dick continued.

“Team Luka, Team Adrien, Lukanette, and Adrinette are trending on twitter. Take a wild guess what that could mean.” Bruce rolled his eyes and started to say, 

“Dick we don’t have time for this,” but Dick cut him off mid sentence and spoke over him. 

“These boys are getting fought over who would be a better fit for Marinette. OUR Marinette. As in Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Jason stopped polishing his gun and actually looked at Dick while Tim gagged. 

“What?” all three voices before him spoke up in unison. Dick was surprised that Bruce spoke up with a little more exasperation. 

“No!” Bruce dropped his face into his hands and groaned. He was certainly taking this far worse than Dick thought he would. The older man raised his head and gave Dick a look he usually gave him when he was trusting him with an important mission, “take care of this, make sure none of those boys steal Marinette away from Damian.” Dick nodded his head once. 

“Yes, sir.”

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Marinette and the Waynes go way back, so far back that when Bruce let it slip that he and Alfred used to have a neighbor at a lake house who would repeatedly visit whenever Alfred was there the batboys KNEW they had to find the one and only Gina and meet her ENTIRE family. Marinette was ten at the time and was immediately enraptured by Damian’s “old man” personality and forced him to have fun like a child during his short stay. The Batboys, as much as they were scared of Damian and what he might do, immediately shipped them together, Jason (being the fanfiction writer/reader which he never admitted to anyone) deemed the ship “Daminette” which the others agreed to fervently. But now, five years later and three very determined Daminette shippers later, Damian and his brothers were on a plan to France to meet with Marinette. 

“Momma Cheng! Papa Dupain!” Dick swung the bakery door open and sauntered in while the others trailed behind him rolling their eyes, except for Tim, Tim was excited for good coffee. 

“Oh Richard!” Sabine walked around the counter and gave all the boys a quick hug and handed them off to her husband who cracked their backs with his monstrous hugs. Sabine reached Damian and pulled him into a hug before he could protest then held him at arm's length. “Oh my have you grown! Tom,” she turned her head to her husband while still holding onto Damian. 

Tom set down Tim who stumbled and was caught by Dick before hitting the ground. “Yes, dear?” 

“Hasn’t he grown so much? Such a handsome young man,” she let go and pinched his cheek which he pulled away from when suddenly he was lifted into a smoldering hug and felt the cr-rick cra-ack! of his spine. He wiggled in the grip finding he couldn’t get out but when he was placed back down he felt a little lightheaded and refused to stumble like an embarrassment Tim was. 

“You fellas can grab some treats, Marinette won’t be home until pretty late but you boys are welcome to stay until she arrives” The boys all nodded in response and said their chorus of thank you’s and went to grab some pastries before heading to the inside of their home. 

Jason quickly got restless and Dick followed him to babysit keep an eye on him while Tim pulled out his computer and started typing away. Damian got bored and decided to explore. He knew it was probably inappropriate but he politely asked Sabine if he could go up to Marinette’s balcony knowing she probably kept her garden growing up there when she started it out of spite of him after he insulted her capabilities to take care of another thing, much less herself. He was pleased, and slightly annoyed, to find a beautiful garden with an array of flowers, herbal plants and even a beautiful small tree. 

After a while being by himself a ragged looking cat sauntered over to the balcony and Damian quickly made friends with the animal and deemed it sweet and good and no harm would ever come to such an animal under his watch. He decided she was worthy to carry the name Enibas and smiled as she curled up on his chest while they both drifted off to sleep on the deck chair. 

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Alix re-strapped her skates and got back up, ignoring the pain in her badly scraped hip and rolled out her shoulder while skating back uphill to the beginning of her obstacle course. She spun around and narrowed her eyes at the several cones placed strategically in front of her. She had set up her area by the Eiffel Tower and the locals already knew to steer clear as she had been doing this regularly for the past seven years ever since she got her first pair of skates. She blocked everything and anything out of her mind and focused on her breathing and steadied her body, with one more huff of breath she shot out towards the cones. 

First: three cones placed closely together in a line and a fourth further behind, she spun in circles and lifted her heel of her right foot and toes of her and glided through the three cones quickly, she then jumped in the air and spun in a circle in midair over the fourth cone in a slight pirouette position before landed on her left foot with her arms out, bent over slightly, and her right leg sticking out behind her. 

Second: she was still gliding very fast and twisting her extended leg gave her the momentum to face behind her, there were no cones but she knew what to do. She bent the leg supporting her and cut to the right and expertly landed on her padded hand and using the walled walkway beside her she pushed her left leg out to skate alongside and up the wall. Placing her other hand on the ground she pushed her body up high, higher than anybody should be able to do but given the fact she discovered Fluff gave her a bit of an advantage, she twirled and twisted to land on both feet. Once again Alix was facing downhill and even though she lost a lot of speed with the last move she was gaining again. 

Third: there was a little makeshift ramp, Alix huffed again and pushed herself downhill. She would make it this time. Going as fast as she thought was safe, she skated on top of the ramp and keeping her legs straight she let it lift her, Alix let herself fly for a bit letting her legs carry up as her upper body fell before tucking her legs in to quicken the flip. However, instead of flipping too fast like last time, slipping, and slamming onto her shoulder, she went higher than she anticipated and shot her legs out to reach the ground quicker and ungracefully swung her arms about to prevent her from falling backwards again. She thumped onto the ground but before she could celebrate her success of landing on two feet she tripped from the unbalance and yelled “FU**!” before smashing into the ground. 

Alix groaned from the pain and thanked the Kwami’s she always wore her helmet, if not she was sure she'd have much more than just a scratched chin. 

“Are you okay?” a panicked man’s voice entered her ears and without moving to see who it was she gave a thumbs up. 

“Holy sh** that was AWESOME!” another man’s voice invaded her ears again. Great. American tourists. 

Alix pushed herself up to see who it was speaking to find, what most would call, a handsome gentleman with black hair and clear blue eyes filled with worry. She looked over at the other man who looked pretty much the same except with a weird strip of white hair and was typing furiously on his phone. 

“Oi!” she pointed at the white striped hair dude, “di**head, did you take a video? Where are you sending it?” 

“Jason!” the first with the blue eyes looked back at his… partner? “Don’t send that to anyone, alright?” The guy looked between the man in front of Alix then to her before shrugging.

“I wasn’t going to.” Alix still stared at him while he went back to his phone but walked up to the two on the ground. 

“Are you sure you're ok, miss?” the man in front of her asked. She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. 

“I've been doing this since I was eight. I’ve had worse.” the guy nodded then smiled brightly. 

“That was very impressive though.” He stood up and offered his hand which she took and stood up with him. “Do you mind if I join you? I would love it if I could. I’ve never actually done flips and stuff with skates but I think I can handle it. So can I?” His smile was so big and innocent that Alix laughed at him. 

“I’m sorry but this isn’t exactly something you can just pick up and be good at, I’ve fallen enough times I won’t break a bone and while he,” Alix pointed at the other guy, “might be able to take a few crashes you don’t look like you’ve ever been in a serious harm. Like ever. No offence or anything I just don’t want some broken bones blamed on me.” She replied as nicely as she could but the man just started laughing. 

“How about I show you what I can do on skates first and if you deem me unworthy I’ll take my leave.” Alix narrowed her eyes at him then gave him a slow nod. “Great!” he whipped out his phone and started texting someone while Alix just turned around and headed for her water bottle. These guys were weird. 

Ten minutes later another guy showed up, Tim, as Alix was informed earlier, also had black hair and blue eyes except he seemed younger and was skinnier than the other two, and was carrying three pairs of new skates. Alix gawked at him, those were some of the nicest, most expensive pairs of skates in Paris and he had three. Yup. These were some rich fools. 

Dick, as he introduced himself as (Alix laughed at him for such an unfortunate name), squealed and rushed to put on a pair of skates and wheeled around doing impressive jumps and moves that he really had no right doing while Jason yelled “I told you not to get me a pair!” the new boy shrugged and put his own on. Alix sighed and shook her head, accepting that these particular rich fools would be quite stubborn. 

“Ok. I’m ready.” Alix turned towards Dick who looked at her expectantly. 

“Ok. What are you waiting for, am I supposed to help you with something or…?” 

“Oh! Uh… can I do the course? He pointed downhill at her makeshift course and she nodded. 

“Sure. Don’t blame me when you crack your head open, you should really get a helmet by the way.” 

“Oh don’t worry,” he waved her off and smiled like he wasn’t in actual danger, “I do stuff like this all the time.” He readied himself and went through her course, not as dramatic as she had done but toned down motions and movements and when he got to the ramp he jumped as far up as he could but didn’t flip. He skated back up and went through again adding a little more complicated movements through it. Alix watched with interest as Tim skated up to her side and stuck a hand out. 

“Hello, I’m Tim.” 

“I know.” Alix accepted his hand shake, “I’m Alix,” she replied before returning to watching Dick go through the course. 

“I hope we’re not bothering you too much. I saw the video and I really wanted to meet you and I knew Dick here would love to do some stunts of his own. Did he already tell you what you did wrong with that flip that made you lose your balance?” 

“Huh? He’s good but I don’t think he’ll be flipping on skates anytime soon.” 

“Oh, actually we all kind of do crazy stunts like this on a daily basis and he specializes in acrobats so I just figured he told you already.” 

“Ok! I think I’m ready!” Dick called out after his fourth round skating up the hill. 

“No,” Alix breathed out. “He’s not gonna do the backflip is he?”

“Yup,” Tim lightly chuckled. “Sorry we’re all a little crazy.” 

“This is for you, Alix.” 

“Wait, no-” but Dick ignored her and started through the course again. He skated skillfully around the cones and did a perfect pirouette over the fourth cone as if he’d been doing it for years and did his own little crazy stint with a backflip then raced towards the ramp and with straight legs he let his legs fly up and his head drop much longer than she was comfortable with, then tucked his legs in but not as much as she did and landed perfectly and glided down the hill with his arms raised up like a gymnast. 

“What!?” Alix yelled. She was highly peeved. She’s been trying this for the past week and he tries and lands on the first try!? Unfair. So unfair. 

“Can I try?” Tim asked. Alix whipped her head to him and scoffed.

“Not you too? You're going to just flip like it's nothing too? No. No no no. Dick!” she yelled out unintentionally calling him the American curse word in the process to the man who turned around and started towards them. 

“Yeah?” Alix waited until he stopped in front of her. 

“How did you do that?”

“I just waited a bit longer before tucking my knees in. I noticed that you tucked too early and brought your knees too close to your chest which made you over flip. And by waiting a little longer you would have dropped a little further so you wouldn’t have struggled with being too high.” Alix huffed in annoyance. 

“Ok… ok…. My turn, I’m going to get it this time.” 

Alix went to the beginning of the course and took a deep breath, blocking everything out and shot out. She did her tricks and jumps and when she got to the ramp she felt a rush of adrenaline from the slight fear. She went up as high as she could and her legs went up and her upper body dropped. She waited past her comfort zone and looked down to the approaching ground. Then everything clicked. She tucked her legs in, following Dick’s words, and straightened them out again until they were slightly bent and landed. She whooped and pumped her fists in the air. She’d finally done it! She turned back around to find Jason on the side with his camera out and cheering her on while Tim and Dick did the same but without their phones. She laughed and skated back up the hill. 

“I finally got it!” 

“Yes!” Tim held out a hand and she high-fived it. “That was awesome! You are amazing!” Alix grinned widely at the praise. 

“Thanks! I just have to land at least ten more times in a row,” she said as she readied herself to go again. 

“Wait, I can’t go yet?”

“My course, my rules.” Tim smiled and nodded his head. 

“Good point.” 

For the next two hours Alix skated with the two boys and conversed with Jason when she was taking a break. That’s how she found out they were in Paris because of Marinette and refused to have two boys fighting over Marinette when she was already taken, well not yet but they were determined to get their brother Damian and Marinette together. She then decided she liked Jason, despite him taking unwanted videos though they turned out to be fun to watch (she cringed when she saw herself faceplant in the first video). It was nice to see people like the three of them looking out for Marinette, heaven knows she doesn’t have a guardian angel because she gets into way too much trouble without even trying, though the three of them were also troublemakers and chaos was basically Alix’s occupation. It was 19 hours (7:00) when they had to go but Alix was very excited when they invited her over with them to meet Marinette who they hadn’t seen in several years. 

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Marinette sighed from exhaustion as she pushed the front door of her parent’s bakery open. She had been working nonstop with Jagged Stone on his new stage outfits, she loved the guy but he was a handful sometimes. 

“Marinette!” She looked up and gave her mother a tired smile while the woman handed a pastry to a customer. “Have a wonderful day,” she told the customer before walking around the counter as the man left and hugged her daughter. “We have some guests who came to visit you.” Mrs. Cheng smiled brightly at Marinette who scrunched her brows together in confusion. 

“Who?” Her mother shook her head and pushed her towards the entrance to their home. 

“You’ll see.” 

Marinette walked through the door to find Alix wrestling Jason Todd to the ground while the man was pushing her face away with a pillow and Tim Drake watching, but not really watching, as he sipped on something she assumed was coffee, and Dick Grayson who was ignoring them all, laying on the couch watching spongebob in french. She cleared her throat to get their attention but nothing happened. 

“Excuse me.” she called out but again, nothing. 

“ExCUSE me.” Nothing besides Alix’s ‘hmph’ as Jason flipped her over and stood up, lightly smacking her with the pillow while yelling. “Taste defeat!”

“HEY!” Marinette finally yelled out. All four heads snapped to her and everything was silent for a moment before chaos erupted and all the three boys started shouting and squealing (Dick) and clamoring for hugs. 

“Mari!”

“Nettie!”

“MY FAVORITE SISTER!”

Marinette made a strangled noise as they all squeezed the life out of her. Marinette was smiling and laughing with them but was very glad when she was finally back on her own feet. 

“What are you guys doing here?” 

“What, we can’t visit our little sister?” Jason asked innocently and Marinette crossed her arms and looked at him with disbelief etched in every part of her. 

“Ok so we heard about your situation in your class and-”

“Hey!” Alix suddenly cut in and stuttered when all eyes were on her. “I mean, hey, so I was just hanging out with these guys all day and they’re all hungry, let’s fix them something to eat?” She looked at Marinette in question then clapped her hands together and nodded once to confirm it with herself. “Yes.” 

Marinette looked at her suspiciously then at her pseudo brothers who suddenly started nodding in confirmation. 

“Yes, food.”

“Yup.”

“Hunger is a thing I have.” Jason’s stomach grumbled as if on cue which broke Marinette’s suspicion and she giggled at him. 

“Ok, spaghetti it is. Blue Bird, you're on cutting duty, Tim-Tam, you get the ingredients, Jay-Jay…. Alix, keep Jason busy.” 

After a few minutes bustling around the kitchen Marinette suddenly remembered something and she turned to Dick, “Where’s the old man?” 

After dinner was made Dick bounded into her room claiming Damian was napping on her balcony which Marinette smiled to in triumph but when Damian came downstairs her triumph washed away along with her soul. 

Marinette was doing fine all day. She was completely rational and fine. She was fine. Currently she is NOT fine. She is NOT ok. And as for Damian? He was fine alright. Oh boy was he fine. As soon as he walked down from her trapdoor her jaw dropped to the floor. 

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Alix shook her head, she was having quite the time watching Marinette’s reaction to her childhood friend but felt a rush of relief that she didn’t have Marinette Problems.

“Seriously, Marinette? Close your mouth.” The girl snapped her mouth shut and tore her eyes away from Damian to land on the skater. 

“Alix,” she hissed, “why is he so damn hot?” Alix smirked at her friend’s rare use of a curse word and watched as Marinette’s face started to pinken and she ducked behind the kitchen counter. Alix leaned over the counter and saw the tip of her friend’s head. 

“Relax,” she tried to be reassuring but couldn’t stop grinning. She heard footsteps get closer and whispered, “he’s coming,” before plopping back onto her seat. 

Damian walked into Marinette’s view and stopped to look at her on the floor with a scowl that Alix was sure was not helping Marinette’s situation. 

“What are you doing on the floor, Dupain-Cheng?” Alix snickered while Marinette shot up on her feet. 

“He’s a male Chloe Bourgeois!” she said mostly to herself. 

“None of your business. I see you haven’t changed a bit, Old Man.” Damian scoffed. 

“Neither have you, it seems, Sunshine Face.” Wow. Bad nickname. 

“Oh,” Marinette placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side, “so you still admit my face is pretty?” Oooo, where did Marinette get her game?

“What? No. More like I can’t look at it for too long because-” 

Marinette began waving her hands back and forth to get him to stop, “ok ok ok,” where was she getting this confidence? She was literally hiding from him five seconds ago. “When you explain it, it loses the humor, did you learn nothing all those years ago?” Marinette shakes her head and Alix silently agrees, “pity. Anyways, my cooking has improved, as well as everything about me, I have clearly surpassed you, and here is some spaghetti we made while you were napping.” She grabbed a plate and waved her hand towards the food still on the stove while handing it to him, “help yourself.” She walked by him and headed to the couch where Jason and Dick had settled and plopped between them while they played video games. Alix nodded in approval as she watched Marinette walk away. When she turned back she found Damian watching her as well with cheeks slightly tinted pink. Wow. Does every boy she talks to fall for her? Even Kagami, poor soul, had fallen for Marinette as quickly as she could say “Begone, Adrien.”

This is going to be a fun week. 

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Marinette groaned in despair. Nino walked in with a blue shirt with a white outline of Adrien’s face like he was some kind of pop star and a red hat that of course said “Team Adrien”  

“What's next,” Marinette mumbled to herself while leaning back and crossing her arms, “Team Damian?” Marinette heard a gasp and turned to see Alix staring at her like she had the greatest idea ever. 

Very suddenly things clicked for Marinette. Her classmates were picking sides of who she should date. Adrien or Luka. It was literally the only connection she could find between the two boys, they only had about one or two conversations together in their entire lives and Marinette was definitely terrible at keeping her crushes secret so there was no way that at least Kitty Section would know about it. And thinking about Kitty Section they were the ones who started it. Oh no. Marinette made those shirts. Does Luka know? Probably. Adrien definitely doesn’t. Wwwooowww. Some friends she has. 

And now Alix. 

That BRAT! She was typing something on her phone… oh no. 

“Alix,” Marinette said slowly as if approaching a rabid dog while unraveling her arms from her body. “Alix, no!” She jumped from her seat and lunged for the skater over Mylene who merely leaned back in her seat as if she��d been through this a million times. Alix jumped back while continuing to type then very clearly pressing send. “Noooooo…” Marinette slumped onto Mylene’s lap who patted the top of her head in pity. 

She laid there for a moment taking in Mylene’s silent comfort before slowly standing up and ignoring everyone’s stares. She straightened her clothes saying a polite, “thank you, Mylene,” and a nod at her before focusing her gaze on Alix. “You’re dead, Kubdel,” she said then turning around and sitting straight backed on her seat trying desperately to ignore another snapshot of Adrien in a Gabriel line of workout clothes showing off his muscles on the back of Nino’s new shirt. 

Marinette was slowly losing her mind. 

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The next day Alix walked in with a black shirt with green bold font saying “TEAM DAMIAN” on the front and she could feel Marinette staring daggers at her. She purposefully exposed her back to the class so they could see the “FIND YOUR OWN GIRL” printed on the back. 

Alix ignored the stares while pulling out her school things until she heard Lila’s sickening sweet voice call out to, “who’s Damian?” Alix waited for a beat to make sure everyone was listening before smiling smugly, she couldn’t help it, and shrugging. 

“Damian Wayne, obviously.” 

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Marinette would deny it but she felt a sick sort of satisfaction when Lila’s face paled. 

BONUS:

“Plagg!” Adrien sounded exasperated and the little god chuckled evilly. It was such fun to tease his holder. The boy hadn’t caught on that his infatuation with Ladybug was just that: infatuation. He couldn’t see that he merely admired the girl, his father saw to it that Adrien was so sheltered that he couldn’t separate his feelings of the different types of love. 

“Just saying, I know what you're doing there, “chaton”,” plagg mimicked Luka’s voice perfectly on the last word which instantly made Adrien become very red in the face, “you and I know what team you play for.” He threw the boy a wink and cackled before leaving him to ponder his words as he searched for more Camembert. 

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Felix rolled his eyes at his phone and quickly pressed the unfollow button on his cousin. What an embarrassment. He had absolutely no clue what he was throwing away because of his naïvety. 

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“I can feel your rage from here, Kagami.” 

“Sorry, mother.” Kagami’s mother nodded her head as an acceptance of her apology. 

“I’ve heard about that pesky little feud Gabriel’s child is in.” She stayed quiet for a moment but Kagami didn’t break the silence. “You are a Tsurugi, Kagami. No hesitation.” Kagami couldn’t stop the little smile that slid onto her face. 

“Yes, mother,” she said quietly. 

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Team Luka: 

Lila, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, Sabrina, Adrien

Team Adrien: 

Alya, Chloe, Nino, Kim, Max, Mylene

Team Damian: 

Alix, Dick, Tim, Jason, Bruce

some long ass notes: 

I didn’t add kagami and felix into the mix because it would really complicate things but for clarification in my mind Marinette and everyone is between 14-16 and Marinette doesn’t know it but she does have feelings for kagami but she's focused on the other two boys, she knows she likes boys and doesn't want to think about girls since it would complicate her situation and open a door to many more problems with her poor little teen heart. Kagami knows she likes Marinette though, she took one look at marinette and said “nope. Bye Adrien.”

SO i think it be pretty cool if whoever wants to can reply with their own versions of whatever ships they want and the characters interactions with them. I won’t be actually putting any characters together as to leave the imagination up to the reader but if you want you can go ahead and add yourselves to whatever team you want (: 

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