#not sure when exactly did you send this but pretty sure i’m late sorry 😭

[catastrxblues]

🍾🪿 (new year’s goose)

HONK HAPPY NEW YEAR’S GOOSE BEE

[norrisainz33]

friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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[staying here forever]

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[eros7hanatos]

➽ Our little play thing

Switch!Dottore x switch!gn reader

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, chastity belt, restraints, mostly dom reader,

word count: 1.1k words

A/N: hope this is alright 🐍 anon! This was a rlly new experience for me to write and holy- I hope you like it and a part 2 will be coming ;) Sorry for the late post T^T, still editing a little, im busy rn so 😭😭

art creds: idk please tell if you do know 🙏

“Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” The certain red headed girl said as she wrapped her hands around you.

“It has been so long!” you say back as you lean against the door frame when she had let you go. “How was your concert travels?”

“Oh it went well, thanks for asking.” Nilou said with a smile as she suddenly reached into a bag by her side, “Oh yeah, here’s the key you asked for? I hope you can overcome your sugar addiction, but for now you deserve a treat after I’ve been gone for so long!”

She dropped the small golden key into your hand as you then waved her goodbye, promising to meet her soon and that you were a little busy at the moment. You smirked to yourself, what a great excuse that was. To be fair you weren’t exactly lying, it was a sort of way to restrain yourself, well, more like restraining him from something so sweet. The sweet taste of release.

“Who was that at the door?” A breathy husky voice asks as you walk back into your bedroom and plop yourself in the dark room on the bed.

“Oh, Nilou, she came back from her concert tour, can’t believe she’s pretty big now.” you say nonchalantly as you see his red eyes glint in the darkness.

“Did she give you the key? She better fucking have.” he almost growls as you let out a chuckle. Just in that moment you had a snarky little idea as you slip the key into your back pocket and turn to him.

You look at him with doe eyes, “She said she kept it in a bag that she forgot at an inn, don’t worry darling, it’ll only take a week or so to send it back.” you say, sarcastically and feigning sadness and pity in your tone. He grunts as he fights his restraints. What a sight this was, his hands tied behind his back, his legs occasionally kicking the air, his navy blue shirt wide open for your touch.

“What the fuck? Another week? I’m not waiting that long, you have to have a spare key, give it to me right now-” You roll your eyes and cup his cheeks, kissing him to shut him up. His lips move in the same pace as yours, following your motions as he bites your lower lip, harder than usual. You pull away, you lick the spot, tasting a metallic taste. Before you could even notice Dottore leans into you, smashing his lips back onto yours as his tongue enters your mouth in that moment of weakness. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, wet and warm, he moans into the kiss, relishing the little amount of control he had at the moment before it would be taken away once again. And surely you do, pushing his muscular body away from yours as you gasp for breath.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” he rolls his eyes as you lean back onto the soft mattress, thinking of what to do as payback. You smirk as an idea comes to mind and crawl over to the bed headboard, plopping yourself on Dottore’s lap, your smile widening as you hear him grunt. You run your hands through your hair as one of your icy fingers touch his well sculpted abs, causing him to wince at the sensation. One of your arms snakes around his neck as another one slowly but surely moves up his chest. He frowns and closes his eyes as you lean in closer, breathing on his chest.

Your hot breath drives him crazy as he feels more aroused by the second, helplessly trying to buck his hips up into you. You giggle as you continue, flicking his hard nipples and listening to his grunts and moans. You stick your tongue out, licking the erect nub before putting your whole mouth on it, sucking it, before biting down hard, just like how he had done to you. Dottore whines as you lick the spot, soothing it with your tongue.

He’s panting hard, sweat drips from his forehead as he fights his restraints again as your mouth leaves his body. Your hands trace his name on his chest as you move your hips slightly, edging him on. Your hands then move lower as you position yourself backwards, making space for your hands as you touch the chastity belt.

“What a shame, if not for this we could be having a good time.” you pout as it quickly changes into a sly smile. Dottore smiles, gritting his teeth as he looks at you through his blue hair. “If not for you leaving me alone all the time, I wouldn’t have done this, you know.”

“Tch. Couldn’t even get the belt in my size…” he mumbles, completely ignoring what you just said. You latch yourself onto his other nipple, nibbling it and slobbering your saliva all over it, angry as your anger slowly eases from his muffled moans and his chest heaving up and down relentlessly.

“I’m gonna make you regret this, you know that, don’t you?” he says as you let go of his abused nipple with a pop, now interested in his abs, tracing the lines as you nod. Suddenly his hips bump up into yours, stronger than ever as you fall into him, you yelp as you look at him, a scowl on your face and a smug look on his. Suddenly something caught his eye, he frowns as he then turns his eyes back to you, tilting his head as he smiles. You look back, trying to find what caught his eye as you then see something glinting. A small golden key. You hurriedly check your back pocket and, as expected, it’s empty. It must’ve fallen from your pocket when he thrusted up into you.

“Give it here.” he demands.

“Even if I did give it to you, you don’t even have the hands to free yourself.” you chuckle as you suddenly hear a snap. You eyes widen as you see him rubbing his wrists, a red line imprinted on his skin.

“Should’ve bought more expensive cuffs.” he laughs as he throws the cheap metal to the side, holding you with one hand and the other to grab the key to free himself. You sit there, shocked as you try to take control of the situation once more, frantically trying to free yourself from his grasp. He chuckles at your futile attempt as his big hand holds your wrists, another finally freeing himself from the belt.

“I told you you’d regret it~”

[lovvecherrymotion]

sending you all the strength to complete your tasks the power of procrastination must be defeated ✨

i actually don’t consider myself a fic writer, i’ve only written like 3 fics in the span of 4 years i think? (one in another fandom, a jance fic and a bojere fic) the bojere one being the one i’m currently working on since it’s multi-chaptered. they’re all anon tho, ofc i’m too scared to share them openly 😭 but sometimes i have an idea that won’t leave my head and if no one is gonna write it then i might just do it myself haha, even if not in the best quality

i’m currently watching an italian show but i really want to start the last season of young royals, i haven’t had the time yet and i’m surprised that i managed to dodge all the spoilers:)) do you watch any shows now?

- 💌

thank you so much, bby ✨ i've just watched the latest jo interview and now i'm going to get some work done before lunch

if you've written any fic, you're a ficwriter to me! i don't even write that much myself, even though i've been doing it for nearly 20 years now (i mean, i do write a lot more than what people probably expect, but a lot of it isn't posted and/or finished. i'm very critical about my own work and i hate posting stuff i don't think is as good as it could possibly be so... the worst part is that when i revisit it, it actually doesn't sound too bad and i was, once again, just being too harsh). sorry, haha, didn't mean to rant about this 😭

aww, i understand that as well. i actually started posting under a new username, not connected to my main acc/any social media because i wanted it to be as annonymous as possible (but at this point it's not that secret anymore 😅). but it's amazing you're posting them, regardless if it's anon or not!!

also, bojere, you say? i haven't been reading as much bojere lately (jance brainrot too strong) but i'm still very much interested in it 👀 can't wait to see what you come up with! if you ever need to talk about it, i'm your girl - even if it's just "hey, bojan and jere are being silly they were supposed to kiss 4k words ago but it hasn't happened"

(i wonder if i read your jance fic as well... i've been a little behind on reading and commenting but i've read pretty much everything that's been posted for them atp 😭)

ALSO!! that bit about an idea not leaving you alone so you have to write it!! so true. tbh half the stuff i write is exactly because of that so... write whatever you actually want to read. and i'm SURE it's amazing, please!! be nicer to yourself, anon 💕💕

i started young royals last year but then never got around to finishing it. i did enjoy the bit i watched, it just wasn't the right time - my brain does that thing where it only allows me to watch stuff under very specific conditions lmaooo. only show i am actually watching rn is 911, but i'm waiting for a few other shows i like to come back.

sorry, this turned into an essay. again. it'll keep happening, i'm afraid. here's some bojere as a treat 💚

[tofuxtea]

𝐒���𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 + 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — sam winchester x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — oral sex (fem receiving), body worship, basically i’m in fucking love with sam’s big ass nose and want to feel it on my clit?? this is me projecting

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET OUT IM SO SORRY LMFAO i’ve been on wattpad writing dean, number five, daryl dixon, and joey tribbiani fanfics!!😭 forgive me tofuxtea-ers also its lowkey doodoo apologies :[

sam winchester was a beautiful man, simply put. tall, longish fluffy hair, well built. you considered yourself the luckiest woman on earth to have landed a man like him by your side for so long considering what he did for a living.

sure, it was hard to find time for just the two of you to relax with dean around — meaning in the same motel room as you guys (one room was cheaper, dean would say despite the hoard of fraudulent credit cards he had). in the event the winchesters had some time to spare between cases and dean found himself a pretty blonde to spend the night with, you actually found yourself alone with sam.

usually he would take you out to a local diner and let you order whatever you wanted — he wished it was nicer but sometimes you make do in ratty neighborhoods — and you cherished every moment. but your one year anniversary was approaching and god granted the two of you one of those peaceful nights. dean had lucked out at the bar you had just gotten back from and telling by the size of the waitress’s ass alone, you knew he wouldn’t be back until late afternoon tomorrow.

so you knew exactly how to spend the rarity of the free night you were given. lucky for you, sam had the exact same idea in mind.

he wasted no time to push you up against the door, your back slamming it shut behind you. his hand braced the back of your head against the surface, fingers lacing themselves into your hair as he captured you in a heated kiss. the faint taste of whiskey and mint lingered on his tongue and made you crave more, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer.

he held your waist tightly, lust sending his body into a needy frenzy as he slid his hands up underneath your shirt. the warmth of him against your skin made you shudder against his lips and your head gently met the door with a soft thud, prompting sam to press his lips into the junction between your jaw and shoulder, greedily licking and sucking. “sam,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut with bliss.

he grabbed at the hem of your top and peeled it off of you, quickly noticing the black lace bra he’d told you he liked a while ago. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “did you plan this?” his eyebrows tented with amusement when you smiled sheepishly.

“i might’ve hoped for it.” you offered before pulling him down into another kiss. his big hands cupped the sides of your face while yours drifted down to the bottom of his shirt, nudging it up his toned body until he got the message and swiftly shucked it off. your eyes dragged shamelessly down his torso, absently tucking your bottom lip between your teeth until sam’s arrogant little chuckle forced your gaze back up. “what? i can’t appreciate beauty?”

“if you call eye-fucking ‘appreciating’ then by all means,” sam said, voice dripping sarcasm as he suddenly hooked his palms underneath your thighs and hoisted you up. you giggled, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck while he carried you to the first bed. he playfully tossed you onto it, quickly following suit as he climbed on top of you.

he met your lips with lustful fervor, what was at first chaste and sweet slowly transforming into something passionate and fiery. teeth nipped at your lower lip and tugged, enticing moans from you. all the while, his hand had snaked in between your bodies, slipping easily beneath the waistband of your shorts that were perhaps a size too big and circling your clit. your body tensed and bucked against his skillful finger with breathy cries. “fuck, sa—sam,” you panted, hastily carding your hand into his hair as he peppered kisses to your sensitive collarbone. “need you so bad.”

he groaned softly against your skin, the low rumble in his chest driving you insane. you begged and pleaded to no avail; sam merely removed his hand from your shorts and tore his lips off of you, ignoring your protests. “i’m taking my time with you tonight.” was all he gave as explanation before he lowered himself just above the small dip between your collarbones, hot breath fanning your chest. you shuddered when his lips teasingly ghosted over the open space.

“sam,” you whined, impatiently tugging his hair in hopes he would understand your deprivation. he huffed out a quiet laugh and planted a kiss in the valley between your breasts, carefully trailing them down your ribs then to your stomach until he reached your shorts. thick fingers hooked themselves into the denim waist and shimmied them down your hips along with your panties. you gasped at the exposure, instinctively bringing your knees together when he got them to your ankles.

“hey, c’mon,” sam coaxed his big hands between your thighs, “don’t be shy.” your eyes followed him as he pressed kisses to the insides of your legs, steadily moving further towards where you wanted him most. a needy whine tumbled from your lips, begging him to stop teasing. “i said i’d take my time.” he replied with a sly grin on his face. “god, you’re so beautiful.”

the praise went straight to your core, warming you from the inside out. you could only whimper in response, running your fingers through his hair while he sucked deep bruises to the innermost parts of your thighs. mumbles of “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” and “i love you so fucking much,” came out muffled against your skin.

“sam, please,” you cried, gently fisting his hair out of frustration. you were sure you were going to cum from the hickies alone if he didn’t stop. “need you so bad.”

he listened. boy, he listened. he ran the tip of his finger through your slick folds, stopping to circle your clit. you choked on a moan, head rolling back against the pillow. “fu—fuck,” was all you could manage to get out.

sam pressed the flat of his tongue to your cunt and dragged up to where his finger was, drinking in the shuddering moans even the back of your hand couldn’t stop. repeated cries of his name encouraged him further, his tongue dipping into you. his finger still steadily worked your clit against your desperate ruts. “sam, sam,” your voice crept impossibly higher as your orgasm began coiling tightly in your abdomen. your thighs brushed the sides of sam’s face and he groaned against your cunt, slowly circling your clit.

you clenched your eyes shut, body writhing as your orgasm crashed into you. whiny moans and broken cries echoed off of the thin motel walls, which would surely bring about some complaints later on. “god, sam, th—there,” his massive hand held onto the inside of your thigh, keeping your legs open, fingers digging into your pillowy skin.

he refused to let up until you had gone weak underneath him, his chin glossy with your cum when he came back up. you stared at him past droopy lids, grinning. “happy anniversary to me, sam winchester.” you giggled, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

this took me so long to finish holy shit ive been wasting my days away in college and on wattpad god bless america for my smut playlist

[cakemousse]

forbidden silence

Chat Noir couldn’t help but notice that Ladybug hadn’t really been her usual self since Strike Back. And then on one random day, he got punched so hard he flew across the city.

Rating: T,  Words: 2100, Chapters: 1/1

Read on AO3

Lisa @ladynoirist im so sorry this is so so late 😭😭😭 but i hope you enjoy this and have a good day ahead :tikkieyes:

thank you so much to Noodles for helping me and beta reading this! 😭❤

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Chat Noir has never felt as relieved as he did the moment he sees the Miraculous Ladybugs rushing towards him. 

What an achievement, he thinks. He’s pretty sure he’s the first person to ever get punched by a holder of the Tiger Miraculous. 

Clout was never used for evil before, after all. 

Chat Noir can’t tell exactly where he’d landed, he just knows he’d crashed violently into a building, based on the individual bricks falling and landing near his head. The world is upside down, the pain erupting everywhere in his body, and he is physically fighting to pull air into his lungs, even though he can’t move a muscle. The metallic taste that flooded his mouth is something he isn’t familiar with.  

He doesn’t understand how he is still alive. 

A feather-light sensation that he feels all over his body brings him out of his head, and he sees the Ladybugs encasing him. They use their magical powers to heal the heavy blow he had sustained from the enemy and undo the damage he had suffered after being propelled across the city. The healing process is painless and Chat Noir is back on his feet again, feeling as upbeat as he had before the start of the battle. 

Once the Miraculous Ladybugs have done their job, they proceed to scatter in all other directions, and all Chat Noir wants is to be by his Lady again as soon as possible. He heads towards where he last saw her, hoping that she’s at least in the vicinity and not somewhere else. He can’t fathom the thought of her being punched like the way he was. 

That’s when Chat Noir notices that the Ladybugs are still flying around, restoring the city to its former appearance. 

Was their battle that extensive? 

He’s getting more worried by the second and he quickens his pace. 

As he nears the area, he sees Ladybug comforting the rescued akumatised victim, paying no attention to the magical Ladybugs that surround her briefly. One of her hands is on the victim’s shoulder, while the other is clenching onto her yo-yo. 

She isn’t usually this impatient to leave after a battle…   

“That was another job well done, My Lady!” He comments as he lands right next to her, holding his fist in midair. She whips her head towards him, eyes wide and darting between his own pair of eyes. Ladybug seems to be reaching out to grab his arms before she suddenly retracts them. She bites her lower lip, lowering and clutching her hands before she raises one to fist bump him softly.

Her eyes never leave his, as though she’s searching for something. 

Chat Noir hears the crowd approaching, and that’s their cue to leave. He readies his baton, but he feels a tug on his belt. 

“Chaton, wait!” She swallows and clears her throat. “Your injury. Let me see it.” Ladybug lets go of his tail. 

“It’s gone. Your Miraculous Ladybug can heal, remember?” He says as he turns to face her. 

She isn’t looking at him now, she’s fixated on his rib area, where he was punched. She moves closer, hands extending to his “wound” before she decides to put them on his arm. “You can never be too sure.” 

Chat Noir sends a smile. “I’m feeling superb, my Lady!” 

Ladybug lifts her gaze, eyes shinier than what he remembered, and peers into his, tugging at his arm this time. “Please.” 

It’s only then that he realises her insistence is more than her desire to look at and treat his non-existent wound. She wants to be closer. Ladybug has always been close, be it physically or in his mind. But since the fallout of the battle against Strike Back, she has been clinging onto him like he’s her lifeline. 

Chat Noir really doesn’t have a problem with her wanting to be close. That much attention on him? Who is he to complain? 

Her change in behaviour is getting a bit worrisome. They aren’t bantering as much as before, like she’s too afraid of offending him with her sharp tongue. 

As if sharp words would be enough to drive him away after they’ve been through so much together. He has seen her at her worst. Besides, bantering is his favourite pastime with her.

Ladybug has since then, begun giving him a pat-down on his body every time, making sure to check that zero injuries are left on him before she lets him go. She isn’t as rough as she used to be with him, as though she thought Chat Noir would just suddenly disappear without explanation if she manhandled him too much.  

The beeping of their Miraculouses catches his attention, and Ladybug looks like she’s about to cry at the sound. 

Chat Noir surveys the growing crowd before facing her again. “Okay, let’s get away from this place and recharge, then you can have me.” 

Her eyes light up immediately, and she pulls him along, heading to another rooftop far away from the crowd. 

They stand at opposite sides of a giant pillar and call off their transformation. Adrien feeds Plagg his beloved Camembert silently—the Kwami takes his time to savour that disgusting cheese—and he thinks about what to do to comfort her once they are suited up again. 

Ladybug was already worried as heck when he got Cataclysm-ed the last time, even though he could still move around and fight. 

He doesn’t know how to put her at ease. How does one calm their partner down when one doesn't even know what has happened? 

It was all a blur, all Chat Noir knew was that he felt a heavy impact on his ribs, and then, he could hardly move and breathe anymore. 

Plagg finishes his Camembert, and Adrien suddenly remembers that Plagg can feel whatever Chat Noir feels. 

“Plagg, are you okay?!” 

“After my beloved Camembert? Definitely! Now let’s go!” 

Adrien exhales, amused. Plagg will always be Plagg. He calls for his transformation and is immediately tackled to the ground by something. 

That something? 

Ladybug. 

━━━━━━

Pain flares in her hands with the force of her tackle as they fall onto the rooftop. But she couldn’t care less about that right now. Not after what he went through. 

“Buguinette?” 

Ladybug wraps her arms around him, refusing to let go. She tries hard not to remember the sound that could be heard from his ribs when Clout was used on him. She tries not to think about how far he flew away from her when it happened. She tries not to imagine how messed up his body was after that. 

She tries, but they keep replaying in her mind. 

Ladybug tightens her arms around his waist and presses the side of her face into his chest.

Sturdy. 

Warm. 

Healthy. 

A beating heart. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay, mon Minou!” she cries. 

Chat Noir wraps his arms around her and rubs his hand along her back. “I’m okay, My Lady. I’m still here.” 

“Will you stop being so reckless?” 

“And give up the opportunity for you to tackle me every time? Never.”

Ladybug lifts her head from his chest with furrowed brows, her hands reaching his cheeks to squeeze and pull.

“Ow!” His hands rush to her forearms and quickly tighten around them. 

“I’m serious, Chat Noir,” hoping that her face shows how stern she is now that she’s up close to his. 

He chuckles, messaging her arms to coax them into releasing him. “Will you stop being reckless too?” 

Ladybug looks away and releases her hold on his face. “I can’t, the Miraculouses…” 

Chat Noir rubs her arms. “Then you should know that I can’t either.” 

Ladybug stares back at him, wanting to be angry at him for his response, but she’d be a hypocrite if she did. And it’s unfair for her to react like this, because she knows that this is affecting him as much as it’s affecting her. 

It’s her and him now. The ever-present weight of the world falls on their shoulders, not just hers anymore. A weight they can only share with each other.

Yes, she has Alya to support her too, but she wants to be able to support Chat Noir too. She doesn’t want him to be alone again when they are fulfilling their superhero duties. 

Never again. 

Ladybug surges forward and circles her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his shoulders. 

“At least be careful. Promise me you’ll be extra careful from now on.” 

Chat Noir wraps his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. “I promise.” 

Despite his word, Ladybug still doesn’t feel at ease. She buries her head into his neck, trying to be as close to him as possible. 

Being this close to him, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against her own, lessens her worry a bit. So she continues laying on top of him. She has plenty of time before she detransforms again, after all. 

It’s so nice and cosy being this close to him, with his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back, and him being okay with enveloping her in an embrace. The light of the day drains away as time passes, painting their surroundings with the soft colours of lavender and pink before dark blue descends upon them. Ladybug knows it would be a sight to witness, especially with him by her side, but all she sees is gold.

His hair tickling her face should’ve encouraged her to move away, but she needs to feel all of him against all of her, even that tingly sensation. She moves to breathe in his scent, and now, all her senses are filled with him. 

The more she breathes him in, the more she loves his scent. But Ladybug really hates her brain sometimes, because the moment she thinks of something as enjoyable, her brain will steer her away from the pleasure and present to her the worst-case scenario. 

What if she’s never able to smell his scent again?

Memories of her Chaton in white, cold and distant, flood her brain. Chat Blanc was still Chat Noir deep down, but she couldn’t recognise him at all. 

Ladybug couldn’t even get close to Chat Blanc. She realises now that she took for granted how easy it was to be close with Chat Noir. 

“My Lady.”

The recollection sets her heart racing again and she pushes her nose into his neck, nuzzling and inhaling him as deeply as she can. She’s so focused on the act that she didn’t even notice Chat Noir’s hands have stopped in their tracks. 

“My Lady.” He starts to pull back, but isn’t able to move far with the grip she has on him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” She speaks and she feels her own lips vibrating against his neck, causing him to suck in a gulp of air. “Just enjoying your scent. Partners do that right?” 

“I—”

“Partners bathe in each other’s scent when they hug and cuddle and get cosy, right?”

Ladybug doesn’t move, waiting for his answer, hoping it’ll be permission to continue… whatever she’s doing. She doesn’t want him to push her away. Not now, not ever. 

She feels herself sinking as Chat Noir exhales, realising that he’s been holding his breath for who knows how long. “Yeah.” 

His voice is so close. Ladybug shivers as she remembers how Chat Blanc had called to her. How desperate he was to get out of that place of loneliness that he was willing to fight her.  

And as though that memory wasn’t painful enough, her brain reminds her that she’d pushed him away a second time, to the point where he left his Miraculous with her. 

He was gone just like that, like a part of her vanished, and no way to reach it. She was just extending her arms aimlessly, hoping to grab onto something that was long gone.

It awakens memories of how distressed she was when he wasn’t around. But Chat Noir is right here with her now. Words can never describe how thankful she is to be able to be in his embrace like this.  

Ladybug feels a hand at the back of her head, just above her nape, pushing her against what she now recognises as his neck. 

“I’m still here, My Lady.”

And she feels her own tears leaking from her eyes, completely unaware that her vision has been blurry for a while now. 

“I'll always be here, My Lady.” His arms circle her once again, but tighter this time. “By your side, till the end of time.”

[phoneybeatlemania]

hiii sorry to come to u w this random question but well last night i read an article about george and astrid having a falling out later in life and now i can’t find anything about it and i’m wondering if it was a dream? bc last night i also had a very mundane dream about george harrison and i having similar capos 😭 anyway i do hope it isn’t true but i just wanted to check if anyone else had read anything about this lol. hope u have a nice day <3

Hiya anon! Nws about sending an ask, Im just happy for the attention atm lol.

I can’t recall ever having read anything about George and Astrid having a falling out, but I wouldn’t say Im an expert when it comes to either of these people, so I had a little look around around for the article this morning. I didn’t come across anything, so I think maybe you did dream this? [which I understand because I Get That Too lmao—like I constantly have dreams that are so mundane I can’t tell if they really happened or not].

I read a few quotes from Astrid on George, and she seemed especially cordial him actually. Im not sure what time frame you mean by later in life exactly (assuming 90s though?), but in this post theres some comments made by the late Astrid where she’s speaking pretty highly of him. So its not inconceivable that they could have gotten into a row, but I haven’t seen anything to suggest as such so far.

But if any of this rings a bell for anyone else, feel free to let us know! :) Maybe @harrisonarchive knows something? But otherwise, Id probably assume it’s a dream lol.