#now I don’t watch Tee Noir

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[powerbombzeppeli]

Hello, I saw your comment on the Drake/hbomberguy post and would love some recommendations of non-white video essay YouTube accounts, trying to find one on my own has proved impossible now that YouTube search is useless. Thanks!

Thank you for asking! I have a bit to say on this so please bear with me for a sec.

First of all, I genuinely appreciate the ask and the drive to learn more!

So my personal favorites on this specific subject have been by FD Signifier, the best of which imo came out long before this specific beef.

‘Drake and the death of hip hop’ is a year or two old now and a little dated but provides most of the context that has informed the events of the past months.

Lil’ Bill also has a great video on Kendrick’s music.

While I have you, please take the time and check out FDs video on Cop City in Atlanta and both their videos on America police in general.

While I’ve focused on the folks I know talk about this beef, I want to make it clear are a lot of great video essayists from non- white backgrounds that get less hype than they deserve.

To list a few, Princess Weekes, CJ the X, Jawn Louis, Foreign man in a foreign land, Tee Noir, shanspear, Broey Deschanel and Khajida Mbowe are all also excellent.

I totally understand having not heard of many of these creators up to this point, as YouTubes algorithm works pretty hard to separate them from white bread tube. Even I only started to find these folks after a white channel gave a signal boost to FDs break bread video (necessary watch, along with its follow up). That being said if you’re just entering these spaces, especially as a white tumblrite (cause let’s be honest this site has a race problem) your role is that of a listener. Please don’t embarrass yourself and me, the white person who sent you by acting like you know more than black people in that community who have been putting in the work for years, and commonly through avenues more important than YouTube. I don’t want to be overly harsh but I’d be lying past occurrences with white people in those circles do leave me cautious about the idea of sending a hoard of folks who got curious about hip hop when they saw the two top stars trying to end each others careers.

TLDR: please check out the people I listed! I think you’ll enjoy and learn a lot from their work! Be on your best behavior though.

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Mari wears Chat Merch fic

Originally posted under this post by @glockenzspiel, figured I may as well dedicate its own. Not a fanfic writer but I like writing, and I was feeling inspired XD Disclaimer: only watched a few eps of MLB but really wanna get into it. Most of my knowledge has been absorbed through tumblr and osmosis. Make a lot of assumptions based on y'all and your reactions, so there is the slightest of angst re: the most recent season where Chat feels like Ladybug is replacing him. I also yadda yadda past the reveal bc don't wanna touch that with my limited knowledge. But anyway! Enjoy!

2k+ words. Oneshot. About that one black tshirt with a new green paw print on it that apparently yall have collectively decided Marinette owns. Otherwise mostly wholesome.

Chat’s eyes were brighter than usual.

Ladybug watched in bemusement as he came screeching to a halt on their way back from another successful mission, and stood in front of a little street stall. The stall owner seemed to have fled to safety during the last akuma attack.

It was covered top to bottom in Chat Noir merchandise.

This wasn’t an unusual sight. There were dozens of Chat Noir-specific merch vendors all over the city. There were just as many Ladybug stalls. There were even whole department store sections dedicated to celebrating the resident heroes of Paris.

“This is so cool!” Chat gushes, his eyes glowing a vibrant green, hands clutching at a black shirt. Ladybug peered around him and noticed the black t-shirt had a single neon green paw print in the centre. She raised an eyebrow.

“Really, kitty? There’s probably a dozen like it” she chuckled, as he whirled around with a mock offended look on his face.

“How can you not appreciate how incredible this design is, milady?!” he argued as she smirked at him. “The simplicity yet sophistication. It’s bold but understated!” He waved the shirt around but she merely blinked at it. He pouted at her lack of enthusiasm.

“Bet Marinette would appreciate this” he grumbled, fingering the material.

“What was that?” Ladybug tilted her head, not having heard him. Chat’s ears twitched as he glanced back at her. “…I was saying it’s a shame you don’t realise how awesome this shirt is!” he finally said, thrusting the shirt into her face.

“Like it that much?” she giggled, gently pushing it away. His jaw clenched with playful stubbornness.

“Do you know what this says, LB?” he crooked a brow.

“What does it say, Chat?” she indulged him.

“It says, ‘I am a Chat Noir fan 100%’” he whispered dramatically. He leaned back with a bright grin. “I wonder if I could just leave some money and take this?” he mumbled to himself.

Ladybug burst out laughing.

---

Later, Marinette was driving around, running some deliveries on her scooter when she passed by the stall she had visited earlier that day.

There was still a stack of those Chat Noir shirts, but now with a bored vendor tending to the stall.

She couldn’t help but giggle, remembering how delighted Chat had been.

Marinette pursed her lips as she walked up to the stall, looking at the shirt. There really was nothing special about the shirt. It was a plain black tee, the neon green paw print stamped on. No embellishments, nothing clever. As a burgeoning fashion designer, nothing about the material or graphic design seemed exciting to her.

But Chat Noir had loved it.

As a general rule, and also because it was really, really weird, Marinette didn’t buy Chat merch. Let alone her own. That would be even weirder. But here she hesitated.

“Excuse me, miss, but are you planning on buying anything?” the vendor finally piped up, having watched as the strange young girl seemingly zoned out in front of his stall.

“Oh!” a bright flush spread across her face. “Uh, um, yes uh, this please!” she hastily grabbed one of the shirts, not even bothering to check the size and handing it to the vendor to ring up.

She paid for the shirt, gave the vendor an embarrassed smile, before running off to finish her errands, the now bagged shirt clutched in her hands.

---

An hour later, she stood, holding the shirt in front of her. It was a little big but nothing too crazy.

“I mean, I suppose I should try it on” she shrugged, and changed into it. Marinette looked in her mirror.

There she was. The Ladybug, wearing a Chat Noir t-shirt.

“Yup. About as weird as I thought it would be” she announced to the empty room, strangely embarrassed. “But it’s pretty comfy.” She played with the hem of the shirt and shrugged. Guess these were her pyjamas for the night.

---

As time would go on, the Chat shirt would naturally become part of her loungewear rotation. Marinette no longer felt self-conscious, and would often happily don it to go to sleep. It was a really comfortable shirt.

So comfortable, in fact, that she would forget she was wearing it.

Which would come back to bite her in a very embarrassing way.

---

It had been a long day of fighting another one of Hawkmoth’s akumas, and Marinette decided that a quiet evening looking out at the beautiful city of Paris on her balcony, with a hot mug of cocoa was exactly what she needed.

“That smells good,” a voice suddenly spoke. She looked to her left and saw Chat Noir perched on the ledge of the balcony. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

She had gotten used to these abrupt late night visits from Chat. Since he didn’t know she was Ladybug, she could relax and not worry about fending off his flirting.

“Hot cocoa. Want some?” she offered, preparing to push away from where she had been leaning. He shook his head and instead shifted from his crouch to sit properly on the ledge, legs dangling over the edge.

They both gazed out at the twinkling lights of the city.

“Tired from a long day saving the world?” she sipped at her drink. He shrugged, smiling down at her.

“A little, yeah” he admitted, and she looked up at him. He wasn’t usually so forthcoming.

“The job getting you down?” she asked, hesitantly.

One good thing about being Marinette and Chat Noir, was she could ask him things she wasn’t brave enough to ask as Ladybug. It was something that had long since been on her mind. Her role as a hero. His role as her partner. Living this double life. All the responsibilities they both were facing. She wondered if he felt the same way.

“Well, you know. The constant fighting gets to you after a while,” his eyes glowed in the black night, as he stared into the distance. She did know. “Well at least you have Ladybug at your side,” she offered, but all she received was a sad smile.

“Ladybug is great. She’s strong and steadfast and never seems to let anything get to her.” He went quiet for a moment. “It can be pretty intimidating, actually.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re…intimidated by Ladybug?” the shock in her voice made him turn, and he shook his head vehemently.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant,” he raised his hands defensively. “Don’t get me wrong. I love this part about her. Her duty to the city and her role, and how fearless she is in the face of insurmountable odds! But… it kinda leaves very little room for me. Like even if I weren’t there, she’d still do just fine.”

He almost whispered that final part, and Marinette’s heart squeezed tight. She had never realised he felt this way. In her eyes, Chat Noir was unshakeable, undeterred, grinning through all the trials they faced as heroes. She looked to him as a shoulder to lean on and a support she could rely on. He was the best partner she could ever hope for. And yet she had made him feel like she didn’t need him.

She reached one hand over and laid it over Chat’s clenched fist. He looked at her and she glared at hi.

“You know that’s not true. Ladybug needs Chat Noir just as much as Chat Noir needs Ladybug.” She squeezed his hand. “I know it. You know it. And the whole of Paris knows it.”

Chat studied her gaze as she studied his, before they both smiled. “You think so?” he finally asked.

“I do. And I know Ladybug would think the same.” She gave him a pointed look. “You should tell her how you feel.”

For some reason, Chat’s ears turned red, but he coughed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe I should.” She nodded, and finally leaned back.

“Sure you don’t want some cocoa?” she asked.

He pondered for a second, before turning around. “Yeah, why not? I have time for- HEY!”

“What?!” she looked around, worried some hidden enemy had ambushed them on her balcony. It was still quiet, empty night and she looked back at him. He was looking at her clothes.

“My shirt!”

Marinette glanced down at herself, horror dawning on her.

“Oh no” she wheeled around, looking for something to cover the green pawprint, but there was no such object. She settled for instead covering her face with her hands, avoiding Chat Noir’s ear-to-ear grin.

“You bought a Chat Noir shirt!” he chimed, his voice bubbling with excitement.

“No, I didn’t!” she denied, trying to shuffle towards the door leading back into her home.

“Don’t deny it! I saw this shirt the other day with Ladybug!” he slid in front of her, blocking her escape.

“It’s not the same shirt. Not related to you at all” She tried to slip past him but the wasn’t letting her past.

“Don’t lie! Who else could be represented by a green paw print?” he demanded, planting his fists on his hips.

Marinette scrambled for an excuse.

“It’s this, uh, great indie band I know, Neon Leopards. Big fan. Yup.” Chat burst out laughing and allowed Marinette to push him inside as she re-entered her home. She stopped him before he could follow her in.

“Didn’t realise you were a Chat Noir fan, Marinette” he leaned in close to her bright red face but she locked her brows stubbornly.

“I’m a Neon Leopards fan,” she huffed. “Also, I just realised I drank the last of the hot cocoa. So I’m afraid you’ll have to leave now!”

Chat Noir didn’t even try to stop her, too busy snickering.

She slammed the door shut on his laughing face.

---

Over the subsequent months and years, the Chat shirt would becoming an ongoing joke between Chat and Marinette. When Chat Noir mentioned Marinette owning his merchandise to Ladybug, it took everything for her not to burst into flames from embarrassment and react with cool indifference.

But it would soon make way for an even bigger reveal.

“Wait, Marinette. You’re Ladybug?!”

“You’re Chat Noir, Adrien?!”

The Chat shirt would not be a topic that would come up for a good while after this, as Marinette and Adrien adjusted not only to the news that they were Chat and Ladybug respectively, but also the newfound romantic relationship they had entered into soon after the reveal.

Until one day, when Chat appeared on her balcony.

--- “Claws in!” and suddenly, Adrien Agreste was on her balcony.

Marinette poked her head out onto the balcony and huffed, coming to stand in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“Hey Marinette!” he greeted her, before freezing midstride.

“Adrien, you know you can use the front door!” she complained, before noticing the creeping smile on his face.

She felt a tingling sensation on her neck and weird sense of déjà vu as he stared at her clothes. She glanced down and sighed.

“Neon Leopards, huh?” he smirked, walking over and wrapping her in his arms.

“This is why you don’t catch a lady off guard” she grumbled, leaning her red face into his chest.

“I should’ve known you were Ladybug when I saw you wearing this shirt. The fashion-forward design genius Marinette would never have bought this kind of top otherwise” he chuckled, pulling back enough to look at his cute lady’s face.

She rolled her eyes, lazily draping her arms around his neck.

“I guess I couldn’t help myself.” She sighed, smiling playfully. “I mean, it’s simple, yet sophisticated.” She teased. He nodded seriously. “Truly bold yet understated” he declared, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“I mean, do you know what this says?” she leaned in, whispering dramatically. He followed her lead.

“What does it say?” he whispered back. “It says, ‘I’m a Chat Noir fan, 100%’” she grinned, and he couldn’t resist. He leaned in and pecked her lightly on the lips. A light pink tinged her cheeks and across her nose.

“Clearly you wouldn’t survive without me,” he sighed, winking at her. She jabbed him in the ribs. He jerked before retaliating by tickling her. She giggled and swatted his hands away.

“There is no Ladybug without Chat Noir, after all,” she announced.

“And no Adrien without Marinette” he murmured. She blushed again, and how could Adrien resist that. He leaned back in once more.

[seriouslycromulent]

Random thoughts on ZSJL after 1st viewing

So dear DCEU fans, before I sit down to re-watch Zack Snyder’s Justice League again tonight, I thought I’d share some of my first impressions and thoughts on the film. I really wanted to take part in the watch party yesterday, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to give the film my full attention if I did so, especially since it would be my first viewing.

But now that I know what was inside my birthday gift (my birthday was March 18th), I can chat about it with others and discuss to my heart’s content. 

However, this is NOT that post. This is not a review. It’s just some of my initial thoughts and reactions, which may or may not change after multiple viewings. 

And yes, I will mark this post as “ZSJL spoilers” for anyone trying to remain unspoiled until they get a chance to watch it at their own pace.

Here we go ...

Question #1 - Why does Barry only burn out of his shoes, but nothing else he’s wearing when he moves to save Iris? Is it the friction against the floor? Or is it just convenient for the sake of visuals? We know the suit he made is designed to withstand wind and heat resistance when he moves, so when he’s not wearing it, are his clothes in danger of getting shredded if he moves fast enough? 

This isn’t snark. I’m genuinely curious. :-)

Reaction #1 - I know it’s blasphemous to speak positively about the theatrical release, but I kind of miss the opening credit sequence with the song playing over the images and interactions of people arguing, fighting and falling into despair after Supes died. I felt it was an apt response in the world in the wake of his death, and it suited Zack’s overall tone connecting BvS to this film from the start. I’m not saying the new opening is bad. Just that I kind of liked the theatrical one better.

Question #2 - Now this is kinda snarky. But does Arthur just leave sweaters and shirts littered all over the place whenever he goes below the surface? What if there’s no one there to pick it up like that lady in Iceland? 

Reaction #2 - I’m love, love, loving the much bigger role of the Amazons in this version. That battle scene with Steppenwolf is still brutal to watch, but the extra screen time is much appreciated.

Reaction #3 - I’m now calling the arrow shot into the Shrine of the Amazons the “Hanukkah Arrow” because it was a miracle the fire stayed lit during its entire journey to the Shrine and how it stayed lit until a film crew caught it on the news. 

R#4 - Even though I knew Victor’s car accident was coming, I was still shook when it happened. Like, I genuinely screamed when the other vehicle crashed into them. That’s how emotionally invested I was in that scene at the time.

R#5 - I liked the juxtaposition of going from Victor’s dysfunctional relationship with his dad to Barry’s sweet, but heartbreaking relationship with his dad. Way to mess with our emotions, Zack.

R#6 - “gorilla sign language” Tee-hee!

R#7 - Great placement with the suicide prevention billboard. It was both seamless and poignant. 

R#8 - As a fellow tea drinker, I like that Alfred is particular about how tea is made, even when the cup of tea isn’t for himself.

R#9 - It’s interesting to see how jerky Victor’s movements are in Chapter 3. I know he will move more smoothly as the film progresses, but I feel like that growth and development in his movements were missed in the theatrical release, which is a shame because it’s a great mirror to his psychological development as well. 

R#10 - It’s a shame how easily Steppenwolf captured the 2nd box thanks to King Orm’s incompetence. Ugh. I can’t stand that guy. 

Question #3 - Why is Arthur responsible for retrieving the box that was lost on his brother’s watch? He’s not king yet, so why does it fall to him? Whatever. Orm sucks.

Question #4 - OK. So I know this was in theatrical release, but how is it that the other team members disappeared when Commissioner Gordon turned his back and Barry didn’t notice it happening? That technically should be impossible unless Barry was distracted by a squirrel or something.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #1 - Barry saving the kidnapped people from being hit by the falling debris outside after the team rescues them from Steppenwolf. Go Barry! Do that shit!!! You don’t need lessons on how to be a f*cking hero!

R#11 - So Barry did trip in the original script. Interesting. I still don’t like that. It’s in character for where he is right now on his journey, but I still don’t like it.

Question #5 - Architectural question for the design nerds out there. Why does Lois have a glass pane in her front door in an apartment building in a major metro area in the US? That’s an odd design. Is it a renovated office building? Was her apartment at one point the office of a private detective in a noir film? I need answers.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #2 - The J’onn J’onzz reveal is officially one of my biggest thrills of the entire DCEU franchise. Years ago, when people were speculating about who was the 7th in the phrase “Unite the 7,” I said it’s J’onn J’onzz, and fanboys corrected me and insisted it had to be Hal or at least one of the Lanterns. And I was like, “Nope. I bet you it’s J’onn. He could easily already be a part of the story and we don’t even know it.” This is the part where I say to you ... Called It! Like 6 years ago! I f*cking Called It!

R#12 - Yep, by Chapter 5, Victor is moving much more smoothly.

R#13 - Dude!!!!!! The “Not Impressed” moment was better than anything Supes ever did in the theatrical release. Anything. It was just so epic and smooth and smoothly epic. I’m accepting that scene as a part of my personal birthday gift. Zack did that for me. That’s why that’s in there.

R#14 - I know Barry got a couple of hero moments earlier in the film, but none of them compare to the actual reconstruction of f*cking time in order to save everyone. The way the ground literally formed under his feet as he ran had me holding my breath without me even realizing it. Thank you, Zack! Thank you for making Barry more than the comedy relief. Thank you for giving him this moment. He deserves this.

Favorite Hell Yeah Moment #3 - I know everyone is talking about how they cheered when the team goes charging into the building altogether (sans Supes). And don’t get me wrong. That moment is pretty f’cking sweet. But dude, my all-time favorite, jump-out-of-my-seat, and jump-up-and-down moment was when Arthur speared Steppenwolf from behind and lifted him up in the air. I was like ...

The fangirl in me was unashamed and unbossed. Arthur deserved that moment. He spent half the film being tossed around like a ragdoll or brooding like a hot stevedore. He deserved that shit! Yes, yes, he did.

Epilogue thoughts ---

Again, this is the longest film epilogue I’ve seen since LOTR: Return of the King, but I’m not hating, just noting.

The extra scenes with J’onn J’onzz and Deathstroke made my day after everything else made my night. They are 2 of my absolute favorite DC characters who were all but cut from the theatrical release. I’m taking those scenes as ... again ... my personal birthday gifts.

I know we may never get JL2 and JL3, but I felt like the cliffhanger was pretty good. It leaves you wanting more, but not feeling as if you’ve been left high and dry. For those who doubted Zack’s decision to keep it a cliffhanger knowing he may never get to finish the story, I say to you, “Aren’t you tired of doubting this man?”

[chatonne-rousse]

In the End

Surrounded by a ruined city, a powerful akuma, and a fallen Chat Noir, Marinette makes a tragic discovery...and a decision.

Read it at Ao3 here.

Warning: injury, blood, possible temporary character death (if the reader interprets it that way)

****

Paris is a wasteland.

Hours ago, Chat had joked about the akuma's ridiculous costume, and he wasn't wrong. It truly was ridiculous, but no one is laughing right now - certainly not Marinette and much less the broken, unmoving Chat Noir crumpled several meters away on the sidewalk.

Tears cloud her vision as she runs from the alley where she was trying in vain to recharge Tikki for a third time today. Still in pajamas from when she was awakened in the pre-dawn darkness, her slippers slap against the wet pavement with each footfall.

Please let him be alive. Please, please please, her mind screams as she runs.

The akuma shrieks in triumph, though he hasn't achieved Hawkmoth's goals quite yet. Marinette spares him a glance as the telltale butterfly lights up his grotesque face. In the moment of distraction, she brings all her civilian strength to bear and drags her fallen partner back toward the alley from which she watched him take the force of the akuma's hit. A hit that, for once, was not reckless, and not in sacrifice for her, but a last stand for the ruined city, his courage larger than life even in the face of terror.

She hides him as best she can between a bench and a parked scooter, taking off her slippers to cushion his head. With a deep, terrified breath, she reaches a shaking hand to his neck to feel for a heartbeat, choking out a sob when she feels his pulse.

On high alert for sounds of the akuma in the street, she realizes that his quaking footsteps have moved on down the block. She doesn't know what she can do for her partner, but she'll take every precious second she has to try.

If his ring was beeping when she pulled him into the alley, she hadn't noticed, but she can't help noticing now that it beeps repeatedly, the sound rattling through her head, shrill and painful.

Perhaps it's because she knows in her heart that his eyes will be unseeing when his mask falls, or perhaps it's because in this moment that feels horrifyingly like the end of the world, Marinette could not care less about identities and secrets and rules. She almost doesn't care about the city beyond the shelter of this little alley.

Tears stream down her cheeks, and the blazing green of his transformation falling burns her already-stinging eyes, but she refuses to look away. If this is the end, she will not face it with her eyes closed in fear. She'll face it just as he did, with all the bravery she can muster.

Orange plimsolls, blue jeans, a familiar black tee and white overshirt. She's wailing even before the green light passes over his handsome face. Adrien. No. No no no no.

Her throat is scratched and aching by the time she realizes she's screaming, but she can't stop, even as her vocal chords are stripped raw and she can barely make a sound aside from sobbing into his chest. Her tears wet his oxford shirt, and she can imagine her beloved partner slinging a strong arm over her shoulders and making a cat pun to get her to stop crying.

It isn't Chat who finally does so, but Plagg.

"Pigtails. Come on." He looks to Tikki, whose big blue eyes are wide with fear. She's never seen her holder like this, and she's seen Marinette go through a lot in the past few years. "Pigtails, please. He needs you."

She looks up, sucks in a shuddering breath, and her gaze connects with acid green that's so reminiscent of her kitty that she has to close her eyes against it momentarily.

"What can I do?" she whispers.

Plagg's eyes blaze with barely-checked rage. "Little bug, you kick his ass," he growls. "You kick that akuma's ass, and you come back here and save my kitten."

"My kitten," she breathes, and Plagg's expression softens.

"Yeah. Your kitten, too."

Tikki flies down to look Marinette in the eyes. "You can do it, Marinette. I believe in you." She looks down at Adrien, then back at her holder. "So does Chat Noir. And you know it."

She nods and sniffles, wiping her nose with her dirty hands. Blood mats Adrien's beautiful blond hair, but his face is serene and just as gorgeous as always.

Her partner. All this time. All this wasted time.

She leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, cradling his bloody cheek in her palm.

"I love you, Chaton. I'm coming back for you." Tears slide down her cheeks again unbidden. "You don't know it yet, but you owe me three kids and a hamster, and I intend to collect."

Plagg swoops down to land on Adrien's chest, pressing a tiny paw to his neck above the collar of his t-shirt. "Go get 'em, Pigtails."

She nods decisively, steeling every last bit of her courage and borrowing a little extra from her precious partner. A protective fire burns in her chest as she wipes her hands on her pajama pants, alley dirt and soot and Adrien's blood smearing across her thighs.

Marinette doesn't care about that. She has one singular focus, one goal. To save her kitty, she has to save the city around them. So that's what she'll do.

Her throat is raw as she calls for her transformation, but Tikki understands. As pink light swirls around her, the warm familiarity of her supersuit is overlaid in a cloak of righteous anger, the fiercest determination she's ever felt.

With one last look at Plagg and one last look at Chat Noir - her partner, her other half, Adrien - she takes off after the akuma.

Hawkmoth is going to pay for this. That bastard will rue the day he was born.

No one messes with her kitty.

No one.

[omg-imagine]

⊱ All Night Long ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Prompts: 

58- “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

64- “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

Words: 2.2k

Warning: smut (oral sex)

A/N: Sorry for being so inactive here but school has been very stressful lately. Anyways, Please let me know your thoughts on this one, your feedback makes writing worth it :)

Requested by Anon ♡

The drive back to the hotel was a silent one. After a long, exhausting day of filming, Keanu was ready to turn in for the night. He had politely declined his fellow crews’ invite to go out for drinks in celebration of another successful week of shooting, but he forgoes sharing the reason why.

Truth be told, Keanu was a bit glum knowing you could not fly to Germany and be with him that week because of your job. The two of you have been dating for five years, and this was the first time you would be spending your anniversary apart. You reassured him repeatedly over the phone how it was okay, yet there was still that chance you were upset being alone on what was supposed to be a special day.

Keanu calls you twice during the ride, and each time proved to be unsuccessful. The only text message you had sent today was a simple “how are you?” he received around lunch, but you never responded afterwards. It bothered Keanu more than he wanted to admit because it seemed unlike you. Were you upset with him? Angry? Did something happen to you back home?

The car finally pulls up in front of the hotel, and Keanu thanks the driver before swiftly exiting the vehicle, making a beeline for the lobby elevator where it takes him to the eighth floor of the building. The halls were quiet as he ambles towards the end of a long corridor, his hand diving into his pocket for the keycard to his suite. Scanning the card, the door unlocks with a small click, and he pushes it open slowly, a draft of cold air immediately welcoming him.

Once inside, Keanu then sets his bag down on the table nearby before noticing a soft yellow glow amongst the darkness. He was certain he had switched off all the lights when he left earlier that morning. Carefully, he padded over to the living area where the light was coming from and to his shock, found someone sitting on the lounge chair, legs crossed, and a black shadow obscuring most of their facial features.

But it wasn’t just someone, however. Keanu knew that figure all too well.

It was you. 

You were here. You were in his room.

“Y/N?” Keanu spoke your name out loud as one hand turned on the ceiling light above, illuminating the whole room. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it?”

“My boss gave me the rest of the week off, so of course, I had to get a plane ticket for the earliest flight available,” you explained, an unspoken desire evident in the gleam of your eyes. “Happy anniversary, baby.” 

His breath hitches when you slowly rose to your feet, and he’s unable to tear his gaze away from the lingerie piece you had on for him. It was a luxurious red set, the alluring lace material hugging your body so enticingly that it made you look as if you were sin personified.

“Happy anniversary,” Keanu returned adoringly. Quietly, he observes as you saunter from across the room to where he stood, inhaling sharply as he drank in the exquisite sight of you. His hands came to settle on your hips, softly squeezing the silky skin under his palm as his whiskey orbs held your lustful gaze. 

For the longest time, he has imagined a reunion like this, counting down the days until he comes home. Keanu has craved you so desperately in these last several weeks, and already he could feel his trousers tightening from the anticipation. He was more than ready to feel you again; no amount of nightly phone sex could ever give him the same satisfaction he gets from being with you.

“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” He quips, and you chuckled lightly, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in even closer. 

Your breath tickled Keanu’s ear when you leaned in, your voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers straight down his spine. “I’m not going to pounce on you. Well, not yet, at least.”

The overwhelming aroma of your enthralling perfume surrounds Keanu as he cranes his head down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He touches you wherever he could reach, the skin of your glorious body smooth underneath his calloused palms and hot to the touch. As Keanu deepened the kiss, your fingers entangle themselves in his raven mane, tugging the slightest bit, which immediately elicits a shaky gasp from him. 

Breaking away momentarily, you peered at him through thick lashes, a teasing smirk playing on your swollen lips. Keanu’s breaths stutter as you run a hand down his clothed torso, your delicate fingers curling at the hem of his black tee, silently telling him to remove it. Without hesitation, he strips off his shirt, carelessly tossing it somewhere onto the floor as your hungry eyes roamed freely over his toned body. 

“I need you, Ke,” you purred soothingly, ghosting your mouth over his bare chest as he shuddered at the sensation of warm air fanning across his skin. “And I can tell that you need me, too.”

A ragged groan escapes Keanu’s throat when you suddenly palm his throbbing cock through his jeans. It took every ounce of strength he had to keep himself from dragging you to bed and fucking you to oblivion. For now, he chose to savor this moment, allowing the fire coursing through his blood to burn even hotter with desire. 

Lips colliding, you kissed him once more, this time torturously slow yet teeming with passion. Keanu could faintly taste the pinot noir from the minibar as his wet tongue slips into your mouth, the heavenly sounds you made spurring him on. Panting, you pulled away only to immediately press kisses down the line of his throat, alternating between sucking and biting at the tender skin there. 

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks,” he warned, gasping. As much as he loves any and all marks you leave him with, the last thing he wanted was an awkward interaction with the make-up artist on set. 

“Guess I’ll have to put my mouth somewhere else then,” you teased, winking coyly at Keanu before your mouth travels south, your knees gradually lowering until they hit the floor.

He was dizzy with arousal as you unzipped his pants, your eyes flickering up to meet his. Nimble hands dip inside the waistband of his boxers, pulling out his hardened length that ached to be touched. Without looking away, you licked the underside of Keanu’s cock, tracing over each prominent vein tantalizingly with the tip of your tongue. His eyes screw shut when you finally engulf him with your hot mouth, taking him in as deep as possible as your hand wraps around what couldn’t fit.

“Fuck, baby… that’s it,” Keanu rasped, his breath coming out in short pants as you bob your head leisurely at first, taking your sweet, sweet time tasting him, feeling him. His shaft was slicked with a combination of his pre-cum and your spit, the lewd wet noises emitting as you sucked him sloppily mixed with the low grunts and breathless praises trembling out of his lips.

Cheeks hollowing, your pace never falters. The erotic sight of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, eagerly trying to take more and more of him each time, made him feel all too good. You were incredibly determined to give Keanu the pleasure he needed and deserved after being away and working hard for so long. And as you continued jerking and squeezing his member, he realized how he didn’t want tonight to be entirely about him.

No.

You deserved just as much as he did. If not, more.

Without warning, Keanu steps back, his cock slipping out of your mouth in an instant. You glanced at him questioningly, letting out a yelp when he lifts you from the ground and pins you to an adjacent wall. Kicking off his pants and underwear, he nudges his thigh between the apex of your legs, letting you grind on him for a few moments, and he feels the utter wetness pooling down there. 

Two thick fingers later pulled your panties to the side before they slowly caressed your delicate folds, spreading your juices around your heated core. “You’re soaking wet, sweetheart. You must have truly missed me.” 

“I did,” you murmured as he dragged his digits over your slit. “I missed you, baby. I missed you so damn much.”

Not wishing to tease you long, he inserts one finger into you, swearing to himself as your pussy clenched around him. The back of your head hits the wall with a soft thud as Keanu knelt down, allowing you to drape one leg over his shoulder, his lips just inches away from your cunt. With a single tender kiss to each of your inner thighs, he then adds another finger inside as you grasped him by his messy hair, holding onto the strands with a vice grip. 

“Faster, Ke,” you urged him on, gritting your teeth as soon as he started stroking across that sweet spot of yours blissfully. 

Keanu’s eyes flicked upwards, and watched you quickly unravel, your features contorting with pure pleasure as you writhed above him. Your wanton moans fill his ears as he expertly pumps hard and fast, his tongue swirling rapid circles around your sensitive clit, pushing you further and further over the edge. 

The sound of your incoherent cries was a clear sign that you were close, and when he buries his head deeper between your legs, his long fingers deliciously curling and stretching you out, you came with a frantic shout, riding his face to a shaking orgasm, messily coating your thighs as well as Keanu’s lips with a gush of wet warmth.

“Damn, you’re so sexy. Did that feel good, honey?” Keanu probed, shooting a cheeky grin despite knowing the answer already.

Your chest heaves heavily as you wordlessly nod in response, wincing slightly as he delves back in, his tongue lapping at your juices almost greedily. A fine sheen of sweat clung to your skin, giving your body a glistening glow that made you look like a goddess in Keanu’s eyes. It was still difficult for him to believe you were all his at times, and this was one of those instances. Never has he been with another person who could set fire to a desire stronger than you can or make him feel as alive.

And he’s sure that no one else could.

Your high eventually subsided, although not entirely. Once you regained control over your limbs, you pulled Keanu to his feet, planting a kiss on his lips, wholly sated and satisfied. You then press your forehead to his shoulder as his arms embraced your frame, burying his nose into your hair. God, he even missed the sweet smell of you, even more so the familiar warmth of your body against his. The long-distance has always been a challenge, but he’s learned to never take you— nor these intimate moments together— for granted.

“You didn’t come yet,” you pointed out, eyeing his engorged cock, which has yet to be relieved. 

“Yeah,” Keanu confirmed, but he doesn’t move. “Give me a minute. I just want to hold you for a little while longer.”

Sighing contentedly, you let him have his moment of calm before peppering a few kisses along his collarbone. Keanu inhaled sharply when your fingers wrapped around the girth of his shaft again, giving it a long, languid stroke from base to tip as you glanced at him, smiling sultrily like a wicked temptress. He quickly understood what it was that you longed for, yearned, desired.

“We have the next couple of days to cuddle and relax,” you mumbled, reaching behind your back to unclasp your laced bra, baring the rest of yourself to him. “But tonight, I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard that it leaves me sore, and I can feel you for days. Can you do that, baby? Can you do that for me, please?”

The shaky insistence to your voice added fuel to Keanu’s burning sense of arousal; the mere thought of pounding deep into your tight wet pussy extremely enticing him. Tonight, he gets to satisfy his dire need for you; to spend the entire evening hearing his name fall from your lips over and over again as he makes love to you.

Love. Words couldn’t even begin to describe how much Keanu was in love with you. He was more than grateful that you flew thousands of miles just to surprise him on this occasion. In fact, he was tempted to pull out the ring he has hidden in his coat pocket for a while now and ask you to marry him, something Keanu originally planned on doing once production finishes and he’s back at home.

Perhaps tomorrow, he muses while locking eyes with you, the woman of his dreams. As you smiled sweetly and patiently at Keanu, he lifted you up into his arms before gracefully carrying you to the bedroom, husking, “You know I can never say no to you, darling.”

The two of you have gone without each other for nearly one dreadful month, but he aims to make up for the lost time all night long.

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Out of The Rain ||Marichat May

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Day 1- Rain

Summary-

Chat tried to think of where he could go to get shelter from the rain, and he thought of warmth. He thought of sweet scents and bright smiles. He thought of Marinette.

Word Count- 1327

AO3

Begin

Adrien had to get away. The whole day just felt more and more unbearable. He was supposed to spend it with his friends, but instead last minute he was informed his schedule got filled.

So he spent the day back and forth between tiring tasks. Two photo shoots, 2 hours of fencing, and an hour of Mandarin tutoring later and he was exhausted.

The only bright side he had to his day had been canceled. To make up for missing his day with his friends, his father promised to have dinner with him. But as time ticked on and his food grew cold, Adrien could tell that wasn’t going to happen.

So needless to say, once he retired to his room he immediately transformed and went out into the night.

He didn’t expect much from it, he just needed to feel the wind on his face, stretch his legs, and be free from all the crushing expectations placed on him.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side. Just as he was starting to feel better, rain began crashing down on him seemingly out of nowhere.

Something about being transformed made the rain even worse. It came down like icy daggers on his skin.

He couldn’t go home. Back to the prison like walls and overbearing silence.

Chat tried to think of where he could go to get shelter from the rain, and he thought of warmth. He thought of sweet scents and bright smiles. He thought of Marinette.

Her house was only a minute away, and as he navigated the rooftops he grew excited. He had missed spending the day with her and his other friends. This would make up for it perfectly.

Chat Noir landed on her rooftop and nearly slipped with all the rainfall. Her light was still on and he took that as an invitation to knock.

A minute later, out peeled two wide eyes.

“Chat Noir?” She asked confused. Then she looked him up and down, taking in his state.

“Do you mind if I come in?” He gave a small wave and an awkward smile.

“Oh sorry of course! Do you mind waiting another second? I know it’s pouring out there but I don’t want you to track anything onto my bed.”

Chat gave a slight nod and walked over to her umbrella and lounge chair. It provided a bit of shelter from the rain but he was still freezing.

After about 5 minutes Marinette waved him over with a towel in her hands. Chat took it gratefully and tried not to make too much of a mess while he climbed in.

As he jumped to the floor, he noticed the state of her room. There was sewing supplies spread along her desk, as well as school papers. She seemed to be multitasking. She was wearing a white tee with pink and white polka dotted pajama pants. Chat thought she looked adorable but quickly pushed that thought away.

“Sorry it’s such a mess.” She said, trying to clean it up a bit. “I’m just trying to catch up on a few projects and some work.”

“I’m sorry to bother you Marinette. It started raining out of nowhere.” Chat apologized, sitting cross legged on the floor.

“It’s okay. If you don’t mind me asking, why were you out?” Marinette turned to look at him while leaning back onto her desk with a concerned look.

“Uh, patrol?” Chat said it unsure, hoping the girl would believe him.

Her expression said otherwise.

“How about I grab some hot chocolate while you decide whether or not you want to talk about it.” She decided, making her way to the ladder. “Either way I’m here for you Chat. Now, I’ll be right back.”

She left before Chat could protest.

When she came back she handed him a mug and looked at him expectedly. Rather than seeing her usual confident and humorous partner, she instead saw a deflated teenager.

“I don’t want to say too much because it might give away by identity,” he began, “But I can say that life has been a lot lately. Just stressful and disappointing.” Chat took a big gulp of his hot chocolate, feeling a bit better with her company.

Marinette sat down beside him and set her mug to the side before enveloping him in a warm hug.

“You’re gonna get wet.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

“I think I’ll be fine.” She said, pulling away. “What can I do to help, Chat?” She asked this with such care that Chat nearly melted.

“You look busy and I don’t want to distract you-“ Marientte cut him off.

“I’m in no hurry.” She leaned in and combed his hair back into place with her fingers, without thinking. She swore she heard a slight purr.

“I’ll tell you what. I need to do some reading, and you seem to be in need of some physical affection.” Chat blushed as she said this. “I can play with your hair while I read?” She offered.

Chat smiled. “That sounds amazing. Thank you princess.”

Marinette grabbed her book and mug, moved so her back was against the chaise, and patted her lap.

Chat laid his head in it and Marinette stroked it while she read, occasionally stopping to take a sip of her drink.

It was only then that Chat realized how tired he was. He’d been up since 5am doing tiring work, and here he was warm and cuddled up with his best friend.

“Mari?”

“Hm?” She moved her book to look at him.

“Do you mind if I take a nap? I’ve been up all day.”

Marinette smiled fondly. Something about her partner feeling comfortable enough around her to fall asleep hit a soft cord in her heart.

“That’s fine. I’ll wake you up before it gets too late.” She promised. “Are you comfortable enough?”

He nodded. Still, Marinette grabbed the blanket from off her lounge and draped it over him.

Chat sighed and closed his eyes. Marinette watched him for a moment, her chest filling with warmth, before she resumed reading and tangling her fingers through his now dry hair.

She fought to stay awake so that she wouldn’t have to wake Chat to go. He looked so happy, so peaceful, that she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to do it.

She really wanted to take a picture. He looked so beautiful she wished she could put him up on her wall, as though he were straight from a Gabriel magazine, but she decided against it.

Around 3am she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Hey Chat.” She said in a soft voice, moving the hair from his face.

He opened his eyes and yawned. “Yes?” He asked groggily.

He looked so cozy it pained Marinette to take that from him.

“The rain stopped and it’s nearly 4. I’m about to head to bed.”

Chat sighed before sitting up and stretching. He yawned again and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

“Thank you Mari. I think that’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while.”

“You’re welcome Chat. Feel free to come over whenever you feel overwhelmed okay? The last think Paris needs is another stray roaming the streets as night.”

Chat laughed lightly, still waking up. He stood up and began walking over to the trapdoor when Marinette grabbed his wrist. He turned back around.

“I mean it. You make great company.”

Chat blushed and pulled her into a hug.

“Okay I will, I promise. ” He held her for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his, how warm she was, and how she seemed to fit perfectly with him. He pushed the butterflies he began to feel down and pulled away.

“Goodnight Marinette. Sweet dreams.” He climbed onto her bed and shot her one last soft look before leaving.

“Goodnight Chat Noir.” Marinette sighed, hand over her heart as if willing it to slow down.

End Notes-

Happy Marichat May! Here’s the first prompt, rain. Thought we’d start off with some “platonic” comfort. Hope you guys come back for another day!

@marichatmay

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SINoALICE x NieR Replicant - Weapon Stories

A complete compilation of all weapon stories from SINoALICE’s NieR Replicant collab... well, the ones that has lore to do with NieR anyways.

Whatever grammar mistakes/translation errors belongs to Pokelabo, and you will tell there are some. Most are stories are pretty self-explanatory tho.

Grimoire Weiss

We fought for what seemed like ages. To kill those things that took a twisted human form. To protect those precious to me, with my own hands. We were deceived for so long. Deceived by people in a land we've never been, whose faces we've never seen Issuing orders from a safe distance. We must have been in love. And despite the fact I couldn't save you, but I never got to thank you for saving me. These fragments glimmering deep in my depths... they seem to be the vague memories of people... the faded remnants of human wisdom... H-hold on! I’ll have you know my name is not “Booky Wooky!” You may call me "Grimoire Weiss" I am a great compendium of ancient wisdom. Treat me with respect!

Grimoire Noir

My name is the Black Book. Are you the king who will lead the world to salvation? Don't be so surprised, Your Majesty. For me, it is a simple matter to speak human words. I sympathize with your distress, Your Majesty. On this occasion, however, we have no choice but to let them deal with your sister. When sorrow overtakes you, you may come to me and speak of your tribulations. Reading is an admirable pursuit. Your Majesty--for me?? I shall peruse this volume if it comes on your recommendation... What is that? You think it odd for a book to read a book? Noir? I would prefer to dispense with this nickname. My name, Your Majesty, is the Black Book. I am a grand tome of human wisdom... thus, to refer to me by such a curious moniker is, dare I say, inappropriate.

Kaine’s Sword

She was slender, with smooth, white skin. The hint of a dark shadow in her expression highlighted her beautiful features. But something about the sword in her hand didn't seem to fit the picture. Anger, sorrow, hatred. When emotions overwhelmed her, she would swing the sword, so there was never a lack of blood to quench its thirst. The problem was that she couldn't put the sword down. A heart and body in constant conflict. No one in the world could understand her. And loneliness was eating her alive. The long war came to an end, and darkness devoured her. But her heart remained at peace. Because she faced fate in the arms of the one she loved.

Halua Head

File_25_10: Update Soon twins will be arriving. There is nothing at all in the white-walled, prison-like room except for a white bed. If only there were something to do in there... File_25_12: Update I went to look in on them, and the girl was kindly encouraging her anxious younger brother. The two of them had heavy expectations to fulfill. The weight of all humanity's hope bore down upon them. File_26_06: Update The day of the experiment, the girl passed me a letter. To the very end, she wanted someone to watch over her brother. Once I agreed, she quickly ran away. Report: Human Weapon Development Things seem to be progressing as expected with Experimental Subject A (Sister), but her condition has changed drastically. In her present state, she seems to have no sense of self. I am urgently beginning work on Experimental Subject B (Brother).

Devola & Popola’s Staff

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks for that soup recipe! My mom loved it!  －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ A note received from a child in the village. Does this mean they are developing a sense of self? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks to the medicine you gave me, I'm feeling a lot better, though I can't leave home yet. Just sending a note to say thanks. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ According to our records, humans wrote their feelings down on pieces of paper, and sent them to others. Where did they learn to do such a thing? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, I like you a lot. Will you be my girlfriend? Waiting to hear back. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ I simply cannot understand the things they have written on these scraps of paper. I feel an unfamiliar feeling, my heart saying “no”… －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Sorry I couldn't tell you in person, but I'm coming home late tonight. Go ahead and sleep if you're tired. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Ah, Devola. No need to worry about me this way. Tee-hee.

Favorite Pot

Yonah, I learned a special recipe! When you eat it, all your injuries will be gone! Oh! I want everyone to feed it to those they care about!

The ingredients are deer meat, sea turtle eggs, fresh veggies and herbs from the garden, and lastly tons of scorpion claws! Next, fill a pot up with all your ingredients, place the top on, and let it simmer overnight! The white steam rising from it is just so mesmerizing. ...Oh! I think it's ready! Smell for a soft scent when you take the lid off. That means it's done! I can't wait to give it to grandpa.

Transience

"Rule 0: You have the right to disband a rule by vote." I am the king's aide and second-in-command. Until now, all rules have be absolute, however, a "Voting Rite" was held where citizens could vote to change rules. Now, let's see what sort of ballots were made...

"Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime." And stated as the reason is: because I like drinking... Because it's anonymous, all these votes are based off selfish desires. We need to improve the system somehow that reflects public opinion.

"Rule 356: Royal inquiries are limited once per day." And stated as the reason is: because I long to be with the King more...? Could this Fyra's vote...? No. Of course not. She's not the type to be interested in love. Moving on...

"Rule 68: The King's aides are to forever serve at his side" Reason being: Thank you for all your hard work. You deserve a break once in awhile... Could this be from the King himself? I'm honored to have stood by your side all these years. And the citizens of this country are proud of your work. There's no doubt of it.

Note: After rigorous deliberation, "Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime", the most voted for rule, was repealed.

Grimoire Weiss ver.1.224

My name is Grimoire Weiss. I am an ancient tome of profound wisdom. After awakening from my long slumber, I traveled the world with my most beloved friends. She was a woman lacking respect for her elders. She'd continuously talk down to me, calling me nothing but paper and even set me aflame. However... Her rash words were also the driving force that moved us all. He was a compassionate and gentle boy who loved his friends. His manor of dress was odd, but his kind words warmed everyone's hearts. This I know to be true. I wonder if he, too had felt any relief from his sins. He was a cheeky guy, but not one you could just leave behind. We've been through a number of rough times together. I'd tell ya about it, but... I'm running out of time. If... If only I had an arm... Then I could have...hugged...him...

Grimoire Rubrum

It's the silk of fate. Knowing you, I shall begin living a life of truth. It's the forbidden fruit. Protecting you, I shall sink into wisdom's abyss. Those are the flames of anxiety. Thinking of you, I shall endure eternity's darkness. That is a reunion of bitter tears. Who are they? Why is it not me who's besides you?

Kaine’s Dual Blades ver.1.224

I craved it. Blind violence and blood-thirsty carnage. And I found it. I finally found it. A vessel stained with anger and hatred, seeking vengeance for the murder of her parents. I possessed that woman and gave her "power." That power turned the woman into a beast. One swing of her blade was enough to cut through stone and her grazes healed in an instant. She began downing every foe before her in the name of vengeance. I was delighted to witness the fruition of my desires. The woman's destruction didn't end there. After having her revenge, she continued to exert her "power" for the sake of her friends. Along her journey, her anger and hatred showed signs of waning, however, I gave it no thought. All I desired was to continue bathing in her bloodshed. Because her body has reached its limit, her power has lost control. Still, in the midst of the clashing of blades, I could feel her desire to protect her friends. Yes, this is the violence and carnage I crave. But why is it deplorable and empty?

Devola & Popola’s Spear

Upon hearing an old lady from the village caught a cold, I immediately collected my medicinal herbs with some boiled water, and rushed out from the library. I nursed her and remained by her side until her symptoms calmed down. She was extremely grateful for it.

I read a picture book to a group of children from the village. It was of an old tale about a brave, courageous man who triumphs over evil. I watched their expressions alternated between joy to sorrow to the story's pacing. I'm glad they enjoyed it.

Devola and I performed a song for the people at the village tavern. In addition to the regulars who drank there, elders and children were part of the audience. At the end of our song, the entire crowd smiled and cheered.

Every day Devola and I have been staying late at the library thinking of a plan to make life easier for the villagers. They're indispensable "vessels" for the project, so we need to do what we can for them.

Letter to the Postman

I was in a dimly lit cabin when I met a kind man. He taught me how to write a letter. What should I write on a blank piece of paper...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Apparently, a letter should start off with the name of the person you want to give it to. Of course, I'd want it to be his. I hope he'll be able to read my sloppy handwriting... ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

At the end of the letter should be the name of the person who wrote it. Of course, that would be the name he gave me. Is it odd my chest feels warm writing it...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

And in-between these two names, I'm supposed to write how I feel. And tell him what I want the most. I wonder if he'll be happy to receive this...?

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans, Thank you　Thank you　Thank you Thank you　Thank you　Thank you　Thank you 　Thank you　Thank you. Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

[mythrilhusk]

pls give ~gender~

Most of the people I see being called ~gender~ and inducing gender envy lean towards masculine, which is great and all, but I think we need more variety for people who don’t just envy only masculine traits. So here are a bunch of youtubers/celebrities I think count as ~gender~, varying on the gender spectrum. I’ll include some under-appreciated men who I think count as ~gender~, and of course Technoblade, because Technoblade. 

Marina from Marina and the Diamonds (she’s rebranded to just MARINA now): This woman’s voice is absolutely amazing, and she controls it so well. She looks astounding and moves elegantly, too. Anything and everything automatically becomes royal garb when she wears it. 

Stefflon Don: Her voice is seriously fuckin incredible, and she knows it. Her expressions are perfection, ranging from queenly disdain to confident smugness.

Natalie Wynn (AKA Contrapoints): Her dark, sensual wit captivates her audience and drags them willingly into her web of comprehensively explained philosophy and sociology. 

Xiran Jay Zhao: if you have not seen at least one of her videos, what are you doing with your life?? This woman is absolutely magnificent. Bow to your queen, you peasants. 

D’Angelo Wallace: Perfection himself. His snark is great, and his confidence is enviable. What more can I say? He already knows he’s epic. 

Tee Noir: Amazing woman. She comments on society and media with snark and badass confidence. 

Kat Blaque: Go watch her videos. Just. Go. She’s humorous, nuanced, and incredible. 

Technoblade.

Adam Lambert: Probably old news, but have you seen his music videos?? Dude. Gimme that ~gender~. 

Andy Biersack (Andy Black/Black Veil Brides): his voice. I want.

...this is just a list of underrated people and technoblade that I want to steal gender from, lmao 

k, so, as you can see, I’ve devolved into incoherence as I get sleepier and sleepier. I’m sure there are more people who give me gender envy, but ye, these are all the peeps I could name off the top of my head. 

edit: still sleepy, but i remembered PIERRE XO... ye, him too, he’s cool. night.

[edorazzi]

It’s the post everyone’s been waiting for! 

It’s taken a little while for me to get around to this, but it’s worth it for being able to make a full reaction post. This is really long so I’ll put it under a cut, but check it out for my complete scene-by-scene reaction of Miraculous’ “Felix” episode! (´∀｀)♡

Okay, I’ve been putting this off for days now so it’s time to finally get to it. I’m comfy and undisturbed and have my supplies ready to go.

I know next to nothing about what I’m going into. I’ve seen a little bit here and there because some people haven’t tagged their content properly, but I haven’t watched either of the trailers. I haven’t even looked directly at the images of Felix which have been going around. I’ve tried to stay as blind as possible, so as a result I’m pretty excited but also very anxious. I’ve taken two beta blockers today and I’m considering taking a third.

I usually liveblog episodes on our Ladybug PV Discord server (message me for an invite!) but this time I’m making a proper post out of it. I’ll be typing up my reactions as I go then cleaning everything up a little bit afterwards. I think it’s the first time I’ve done something like this on my blog so here goes!

- “Script: Thomas Astruc” NO. HE REALLY COULDN’T JUST STEP AWAY FROM THIS EPISODE GRACEFULLY, COULD HE. HE HAD TO GET HIS HANDS DIRTY. I’m not going to say “fuck this man” but, you know, identical sentiments. I’m opening my chocolate bar.

- God, Emilie looks more like ET every time I see her. Such an awkward model.

- Oh but wait, Sébastien Thibaudeau was on the script? That does actually give me some hope! Next to Zag himself he’s the only writer on this mess of a show I trust. HE FIXED WAYHEM, CAN HE DO FELIX A SOLID TOO? PLEASE. PLEASE SÉBASTIEN OL BUDDY OL PAL OL FRIENDA MINE

- Does Gabe have anything else to say to his wife other than monologuing his Miraculous plan over and over? They say people in comas can still hear things but Emilie’s probably double unconscious from how boring her husband is.

- DON’T LIKE THAT KNIFE SOUND EFFECT FROM THOSE RINGS. Am I supposed to find it sweet that Gabe’s taking such good care of their wedding bands or is he about to use them for evil? Also where’s Felix.

- ADRIEN SWEETHEART. I maintain that it’s weird to have a statue of your wife/mother/self in your own garden but it kills me that he’s just sitting there in front of it like a lost kitten.

- “Of course, someone will get you right away.” IS THAT FELIX. WAS SHE ON THE PHONE TO FELIX. WHERE’S MY SON, NATHALIE HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON

- That wide-eyed look Adrien turns up towards the window is killing me even more. I’M SO SAD. I see he also hasn’t noticed he’s sitting in the middle of a giant butterfly circle, unless he’s so used to it being Gabe’s logo that he’s just not paying it any mind. When was this all built? Has Gabe always used a butterfly motif even before he got his Miraculous and it was just a great coincidence, or did he commission this whole garden area after Emilie went missing? I guess you could pass it off as eccentricity but in the real world that would be a HUGE red flag that Gabe murdered her. I dunno man.

- DON’T WAVE AT HIM LIKE THAT, NATHALIE. YOU RATTED HIM OUT IN 5 SECONDS IN THAT THEORETICAL FUTURE WHERE YOU DISCOVERED HE WAS CHAT NOIR. YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT THIS BOY. >:V

- “It’s been one year.” HAS IT? Hasn’t Adrien been at school for at least a year now? Didn’t his mom vanish two years prior to that?! Maybe she’s talking about how long Gabe has been fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir but knowing this show’s messy timeline it could be anything. WHERE’S FELIX.

- That’s the song from Chat Blanc! Was that something his mom taught him? OH NO, I’M EVEN SADDER NOW. This is what I mean about Sébastien’s writing, we’d never get this kind of focus on Adrien from Garbage Man Astruc. This kind of character exploration does wonders for ML whenever it’s brought up so I hope this is consistent.

- SHIT, GABRIEL’S OUT OF THE HOUSE. SOMETHING’S WRONG. THOSE EXPENSIVE LEATHER SHOES HAVEN’T TOUCHED ACTUAL GROUND IN YEARS. ADRIEN GET OUT OF THERE.

- I do like that Adrien doesn’t get up when his dad comes to stand right next to him like that. It’s just informal enough. He’s waiting for Gabe to make the first move this time and that’s nice development considering how stiff and cold their relationship was in S1.

- OOOOH GABE THAT’S AN AWKWARD CROUCH. Any lower down and his back is going to go. He’ll be stuck there. I do LOVE that he’s trying though, I don’t even know what he’s going to say to Adrien but this is already SO good.

- “There’s something important I have to talk to you about.” Finally time for The Talk, huh.

- GABE PLEASE. ADRIEN’S WAY TOO CHIRPY TO HAVE ACTUALLY CAUGHT ON TO WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY. HE THINKS YOU’RE TRYING TO SAY YOU LOVE HIM OR SOMETHING ELSE RIDICULOUS

- “I’ve noticed how close you and Nathalie have become!” CLOSE ENOUGH. Still in the ballpark of Adrien thinking his dad has real human feelings! 

- “HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK SUCH A THING??” I GENUINELY LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT HOW ANGRY GABE WAS ABOUT THAT. I’m not sure what to think of the “Nathalie replacing Emilie when Emilie’s technically still alive” plot either but GABE’S DECIDED FOR ME. Also good job yelling in your son’s face when you were JUST having a moment, good luck getting back up off your knees in order to storm away, old man.

- Oh alright, he did get up, but it was with a strange angry bow-legged prance. I think he still had trouble.

- I love the way Adrien just kinda wide-eye-blinks at him, like Gabe’s emotional outburst is going totally over his head. He’s been dealing with akuma FAR too long to be bothered by this.

- Guests, plural? I’m guessing Felix is one of them but is he with someone else? That makes sense given he’s (as far as I’ve gathered) the same age as Adrien so he wouldn’t be running around far from home unchaperoned, but OHHH this is so interesting.

- So they ARE claiming it’s been one year since Emilie vanished! This just doesn’t work as a Season 3 episode, especially with Nathalie and Gabe’s romantic development being as far along as it is. Emilie’s been gone for at LEAST three years by this point! Read your show bible once in a while you horrible garbage man!!! Also ADRIEN SWEETHEART THAT’S A LITTLE PREMATURE. You can say “went away forever” when you’re three years into her disappearance, the anniversary of one year really isn’t long enough to claim she’s never coming back!

- OH NO, IT’S THE GIRLS. I’m already bored. Unless Luka is here I really just do not care what they’re all up to. I haven’t missed Marinette at ALL in the first two-and-a-half minutes and I don’t want to see her now. WHERE’S FELIX.

- I’m sorry, how are Lila, Chloé AND Kagami all on a video call together without any blood being drawn? Also for god’s sake PLEASE leave Adrien alone, you want to ask first if he’d LIKE some company or if he’d prefer a quiet personal day to think about his mom? OF COURSE NOT MARINETTE, YOU WOULDN’T WOULD YOU. 

- Okay, a video message is definitely a better idea than trying to break into his house AGAIN. At least then he can watch it whenever he feels up to it. The first good, safe, noninvasive idea Mari’s had for SEVERAL episodes when it comes to Adrien.

- I’M REALLY TORN WHEN IT COMES TO THE ENGLISH DUB. On one hand I hate how little screentime Nino has when he’s not just being Alya’s fashion accessory, but on the other hand I’m so glad they switched scenes the moment Nino started his video because I CANNOT handle his dub voice. Nino just deserves better in general really.

- HE WAS CRYING. MY BOY WAS CRYING AGAIN. I’M NOT COOL WITH THIS. IT’S NOT ABOVE YOUR PAYGRADE TO GIVE HIM A HUG, NATHALIE.

- ALRIGHT HI ELSA. IS THIS HIS AUNT? THAT’S SPOOKY. 

- Her name is Amelie? So their parents had twins and named them Amelie and Emilie, and they turned out the same right down to the over-the-shoulder Dead Anime Mom hairstyles? That’s lazy parenting down to a tee, can’t mix your twins up if you never have to learn the difference between them in the first place! But that’s INTERESTING that Felix is (I assume, still haven’t seen him yet) from Emilie’s side of the family, I’ve always had the impression he was a petit Gabriel.

- OHHH THAT’S MY BOY! I CAN SEE MY BOY IN THE DOORWAY!!! OH MY GOD GIVE HIM TO ME. GIVE ME FELIX. GIVE ME MY SON.

- ADRIEN IMMEDIATELY JUMPING ON HIM IN A HUG IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. WHILE FELIX’S HAND IS STILL OUTSTRETCHED FOR A HANDSHAKE. I know this episode is going to go downhill because there’s no way it won’t, but this one single moment is EVERYTHING I WANTED. I should just close the tab now and leave it at this, I really should.

- “Do you remember when they used to have so much fun pretending to be each other? Once they had you and Emilie fooled for a whole weekend!” WHERE HAS THIS BEEN FOR MY ENTIRE ORDEAL GETTING THROUGH THIS SERIES. I don’t even care if this Felix is a stone cold bitch, it’s enough to know he and Adrien were besties when they were kids and Adrien still wanted to hug him the second he walked through the door. AMAZING.

- “I WON’T BE FOOLED A SECOND TIME.” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, GABE. THEY WERE PROBABLY TODDLERS. ARE YOU JUST SO USED TO GETTING YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU BY CHILDREN THAT YOU’RE SUSPICIOUS OF EVERY SINGLE ONE NOW

- Aww, Felix is American (dubbed, anyway). I was really hoping he’d be British with all the references to London over the last season. He does have a nice voice though! I can tell he shares Adrien’s actor but he’s got the softness I’d have expected from his character. There’s kind of an interesting look about his face though, I wish they’d tweaked it a bit to give him a sharper look but I guess he IS like 14, he can afford to still have a bit of baby-cheeked roundness. I’m going to find the positives in every part of this because I will NOT give Garbage Man Astruc the satisfaction of being disappointed like I know he wants me to be. It’s been a fucking war from the moment I saw his name in the writing credits and my best weapon is being pleased about everything in this episode.

- Okay, he looks a little better in the following closeup where his eyes are slightly narrowed. I think it’s the slightly-below-the-chin angle which doesn’t really work for his character model with his soft cheeks and high collar. FELIX IS A BABY.

- WHY WILL NOBODY SHAKE HIS HAND. Adrien hugged him instead and Gabe is ignoring him completely, Felix is clearly so perplexed and I love it. He’s fourteen! He’s fourteen and doing his best with social graces but NOBODY WILL HELP HIM.

- “Felix, you know your uncle’s never been the physical sort!” HE KICKED HIS OWN SON RIGHT ACROSS PARIS IN THE LAST EPISODE BUT SURE, IF YOU SAY SO.

- “Oh, how sweet! You’re still wearing your wedding band!” YEAH? IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR?? Again this would make more sense if it had been around three years like we KNOW Emilie’s been gone for, but picking someone out for still wearing their ring after 12 months?! And why isn’t Amelie more emotional about this anyway, isn’t it her sister who’s missing? I wouldn’t be poking fun at MY sister’s husband for keeping his ring if SHE went missing. No wonder Felix seems like he turned out weird.

- I CAN’T MAKE OUT THE NAME OF HER BRANCH OF THE FAMILY AND IT’S KILLING ME. SOMEONE LET ME KNOW WHAT THAT WAS. Graham de Vanily? I can’t place the words. I mean I’m going to keep calling Felix “Agreste” no matter what but I’d like to know what canon is trying to get at.

- “It’s been a long journey from London” I KNEW IT, I FFFFFFFFFUCKING KNEW IT. SO THEY ARE BRITISH?! BUT THEY HAVE AMERICAN ACCENTS?! I mean I guess they’re French first and foremost, but what the fuck is with the American accents if you’re making a POINT about them being from London?! I can’t wait for the French audio to be released, I really want to know what Felix sounds like there. Regardless AAAH MY SON IS FROM MY CITY, I’M SO PLEASED.

- “TakeFelixtoyourbedroom.” EASY GABE THEY JUST MET, ALSO THEY’RE COUSINS

- Poor Felix looks so depressed being saddled with Adrien. Sweetie it’s okay, think positive! You could be stuck with Marinette and THAT would be a true nightmare.

- Now why does Felix keep glancing at Gabe? Is there something going on there? Is he suspicious about what happened to his aunt? I can’t imagine he knows anything about the Miraculous so what’s the deal here?

- UuuuuUUUUGH we’re back with the rest of the gang. I’M NOT INTERESTED, SHOW ME MORE FELIX.

- “Help me Tikki! What would you tell a Kwami friend who’s lost their mom?!” You’re talking to a 5000-year-old demigoddess, Mari, I don’t think she’s gonna relate.

- MARI YOU CAN’T CONFESS TO ADRIEN. NOT AFTER CHAT BLANC. GABE WILL LOSE ALL HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TO WRECK THE LOVE SQUARE AND ALSO THE MOON’S GOING TO EXPLODE. WHY ISN’T BUNNIX HERE TO SLAP THE TABLET OUT OF YOUR HANDS

- Should Tikki really be encouraging this?! I have no idea where in the timeline this is supposed to be. Maybe this is at a stage where she doesn’t know Adrien is Plagg’s chosen so there’s no reason to steer Marinette away from bonding with him. Or maybe every episode just plays by its own rules and there’s really no such thing as continuity in this series. I want to see Felix again.

- YANKING AT AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE ON THE OUTER EDGE OF A BOAT ISN’T GOING TO END WELL. DON’T. I do love how :D Alya is about it though, if nothing else I love what a supportive friend she is.

- Oh, the tablet didn’t go into the water! I’m genuinely surprised by that. Though I imagine Felix is going to fuck things up in some way so he’ll probably be the one to destroy the video somehow. We all know the relationship development isn’t allowed to move forward so SOMETHING’S going to happen to it.

- Thank god we’re back to the mansion. I’m surprised and pleased that (for now at least) we’re only getting the girls in small doses and the plot is mainly focused around the Agrestes. Gorizilla is my favourite episode to date and it did a similar thing with allowing Marinette to be a side character for once along an Adrien-centric plotline, so hopefully this episode will be similar. I’m liking its odds so far but who knows what Horrible Garbage Man Astruc has up his sleeve.

- “I’m really sorry I didn’t come to your dad’s funeral.” I’M SORRY WHAT? PARDON ME? THAT’S AN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM I DIDN’T EXPECT. As a side note I love Felix being killer at basketball for some reason, he doesn’t look like the athletic type at ALL but he still made that net over his shoulder without even LOOKING. Goddamn. Can everyone please appreciate how cool my son is!!!

- “My father thought it would be too hard on me, considering everything that’s happened this year.” So Felix lost his dad VERY RECENTLY. OUCH. DON’T LIKE THAT. Or I DO like that because it’s already giving his character some extra depth when we’re still only just getting to know him, but on an emotional level I don’t like that. 

- “He’s very... protective of me.” CHAT BLANC REALLY WAS A HOT MESS OF AN EPISODE WASN’T IT. 

- Now Felix is giving Adrien a hug?! I didn’t see that one coming. My canon Felix would mean it but I don’t quite trust this new Felix yet, he’s probably up to something.

- WHAT A JARRING PIANO TRANSITION. Also why?! What does he have to gain from swiping Adrien’s phone? He’s probably got a terrible roaming plan on his own mobile, that’s always my problem when I go to France. If you truly loved your cousin you’d let him browse Reddit on your phone, Adrien. This is worse than not coming to his dad’s funeral.

- PLAGG KNOWS SOMETHING’S UP. He ought to, in another life he and Felix are STILL dealing with each other.

- Okay I take back what I said about Felix’s voice. Bryce Whatshisface isn’t doing a very good job separating the tones. I can buy that Adrien and Felix sound very similar but their delivery should be completely different! I really do want to watch this in French, I get the feeling it’ll sound much better.

- AH YES, HERE WE GO. I’m getting the feeling this is Garbage Man’s part of the episode. Squished cheese aside, I do like the implication Felix does (or did) card magic and karate. I’m thinking of that Mickey Mouse episode where he vanishes Donald’s car keys with a hand trick except it’s Felix vanishing Marinette’s phone when she’s about to text Adrien or something. I’ve got to draw that.

- “Mind if I take a shower?” WHY, FELIX. I mean I’d probably want to shower too after the London-Paris commute (and I’m sure he’s only going in there to wreak havoc, put food colouring in Adrien’s shampoo bottles or something) but what a weird time to ask!

- I mean Plagg has a point about difficult home situations not justifying bad behaviour (and I feel like that’s not what’s going on, with how he was glaring at Gabe I think he’s behaving like this for some other reason), but Felix’s dad LITERALLY DIED. Like they had a funeral and everything. Emilie is just “missing”. They’re SIMILAR but that’s still a false equivalence because Adrien’s got hope to hold on to and Felix doesn’t.

- So we’re not going to talk about how Felix got into Adrien’s passcode-protected phone? I guess he could have done the fogging-up-the-screen trick from Oblivio. Standing around in a steamy bathroom in three layers of clothing is a great way to sweat yourself out and ruin your hair though, way to get even more gross than a five-hour commute between countries.

- “Of course that idiot has a crush on a superhero!” EASY THERE, MR HOWLING-ON-A-ROOFTOP-BECAUSE-HE-SAW-THE-GIRL-HE-LIKED. WE’VE ALL SEEN THE PV.

- I’ve just noticed Felix has a ring too! I don’t know how I missed that before this scene! That’s NICE. He’s still not allowed to have it on his middle finger (LET HIM SWEAR) but that’s a nod back to Chat Noir which I really appreciate!

- ROSE HAS BEEN ON THE HELIUM. SOMETHING’S NOT RIGHT THERE.

- FELIX KNOWS CHLOÉ! THAT’S NICE, THAT’S GOOD. I LIKE THAT. That’s also a really nice little video from her, I love the few small moments we’ve had that affirm she and Adrien really ARE friends, whether she wants to date him or not. 

- OOOH HE DELETED THE VIDEOS. I’m curious about him borrowing Adrien’s clothes too, are they going to dress the same? You’d think Adrien wouldn’t give someone an exact copy of the outfit he’s currently wearing but I genuinely don’t know if he owns anything different. I hope they don’t just use two Adrien models for the rest of the episode, please let me see Felix properly :/

- WHY. HONESTLY, WHY. CAN I PLEASE GET AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY FELIX IS DOING THIS.

- OOOH MARI YOU’RE NOT GONNA LIKE THIS. I can imagine Felix is going to say something nasty and that’ll set the girls off and bring about the akuma of the week. I’m mildly entertained but I’m still not engaged with this idea without any proper explanation. We’d better get something by the end of the episode which justifies what’s made Felix do this, because “he’s just evil lol” would be a reeeeally low move from Garbage Man Astruc. 

- MARI SWEETIE. YOU’VE GOTTA LEARN TO CHECK A ROOM IS EMPTY BEFORE YOU RUN INSIDE AND START FREAKING OUT VERY LOUDLY. LUKA’S HEARD ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. 

- Luka is such a nice character. Why does he get to be so high quality when Felix has been turned into a cheese-smashing phone-stealing gremlin? I mean I KNOW why, but I’d like to think the showwriters are better than this. They’re not, but I’d like to think they are.

- WHAT A VIDEO MESSAGE. I love how Luka’s just sitting there grimacing while Mari speeds off into battle, he doesn’t know what she’s about to do but he knows better than to try stopping her.

- Back with Gabe and Nathalie. Is this what was being foreshadowed when Gabe claimed he wouldn’t be fooled by the boys’ identity switch twice? Is he GOING to be fooled again or will he be the one person who can tell immediately that this isn’t his son? 

- “FELIX.” WOW, HE REALLY WASN’T FOOLED TWICE. RESPECT. He may have trouble getting up off the ground if he sits down too low but he can at least identify his child in a difficult situation like this, props to Gabe this week.

- “All this disappointment might just help us get rid of our unwanted guests!” SHUT YOUR MOUTH, FELIX IS A DELIGHT. The only unwanted guest here is Astruc on the writing team.

- “Felix... I told you that you couldn’t fool me twice.” Way to blow your identity in five seconds Gabe. I guess he hasn’t sent out the akuma yet so this might just be a personal monologue, but he starts addressing his victims directly so often at this stage that I’m really not sure what they can or can’t hear. SHIT’S RISKY.

- OH OKAY, SO HE’S SENDING THIS TRIPLE AKUMA AFTER FELIX? AND/OR ADRIEN, DEPENDING ON HOW HARD IT IS TO TELL THEM APART? I guess that’s what he means by getting rid of their guests, if the house is attacked by a monster (or monsters?) they aren’t going to want to stick around, but I REALLY HOPE YOU’RE TAKING ADRIEN’S WELLBEING INTO ACCOUNT HERE GABE OL BUDDY :/

- “TIKKI, SPOTS ON! MNUURGH” ME TOO MARINETTE. I’M REALLY ONLY 12 MINUTES INTO THIS.

- I’m gonna be honest, I’m not really interested in the girls. I was hoping for a real triple akuma (like Oblivio was apparently Alya and Nino together) but they’re all just villains we’ve seen before. There’s stuff I could comment on here but I just want to see more of Felix, that’s what I’m here for.

- “Nathalie, get Adrien to a safe place far from his cousin!” YOU’RE REALLY JUST GONNA SACRIFICE FELIX LIKE THIS. I guess that makes sense, I WAS complaining during Chat Blanc that Adrien is Gabriel’s weak point, so all things considered I’m not surprised that he’ll protect Adrien but just flat-out wants Felix dead. Fair enough.

- WOW. I THOUGHT ADRIEN WAS GOING TO BE HEROIC AND DEFEND FELIX BUT HE WANTS HIM DEAD TOO. Or was that a double bluff to make the akuma think he MUST be Felix so he can lead them away and keep his cousin safe? He’s just run off with a wild cackle so I’m thinking it’s the latter. HE’S A GOOD BOY AND A TRUE HERO.

- I also find it kind of funny how Nathalie will jump in harm’s way to defend him when there have been INNUMERABLE other episodes of Gabe just setting an akuma directly on Adrien for the hell of it. Maybe because there isn’t really any ‘harm’ here to start with; the three girls’ powers are probably the least violent of all the akuma we’ve seen so far.

- AM I REALLY ABOUT TO SEE FELIX DRESSED AS ADRIEN DOING KARATE. I HOPE HE’S GOOD AT IT.

- OH MY GOD HE IS GOOD AT IT. That’s cool! I was expecting him to totally flop considering how badly his imposter trick went down a few minutes ago, but it’s nice to see he’s as capable at fighting as he is at basketball. When do I get to see his magic card tricks?

- YEAH I FEEL THE SAME PLAGG. WHAT’S EVEN HAPPENING. Not that I think Adrien shouldn’t save Felix, I just want to know WHY Felix felt like he had to do this in the first place! I feel like “can I PLEASE get a waffle” except instead of watching the employees fight I’m watching this episode careening away with no pauses to explain what’s going on.

- FELIX C’MON. STOP CAUSING PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE. I can tell Garbage Man Astruc still has the reins here because causing even MORE trouble even AFTER Adrien saved his ass is a completely illogical course of action. PUT SÉBASTIEN BACK IN THE WRITERS CHAIR.

- “WHICH PART OF THE WORD ‘NO’ DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!” Oh perfect, great, can’t let this episode end without accusing Felix of not respecting consent! That’s a hot button issue and if Garbage Man Astruc can get him on that bandwagon then fans HAVE to hate this character! Great move! Fucking pillock!

- WOW CHAT THAT’S MEAN. I guess accusing Felix of having no friends is justified in the context of the episode but yikes :(

- Was that a flash of humiliation from Felix there? God will one of the writers PLEASE save this character, PLEASE don’t let this episode end without someone getting him out of the Garbage Man’s big meaty claws.

- Excuse me WHAT? Felix is talking directly to Papillon?! So he knows about all the Miraculous stuff?! Oh NO, is this about getting his dad back? I don’t know whether the One Wish is common knowledge (I don’t think it is?) but maybe Felix put the pieces together on his own back home, so all his behaviour here has been trying to incite an akuma that he can take advantage of to appeal to Papillon?! Or he could just be a bitch all on his own, which is probably what the Garbage Man would prefer, but this makes a lot of sense all of a sudden.

- BRO HE NEARLY DIED. BRO. BROOO.

- “I hope you’ve learned your lesson!” YOU’RE NOT EVEN GONNA ASK ABOUT THE PAPILLON THING? YOU CAN’T JUST TREAT THIS AS A REGULAR DISTURBANCE, FELIX KNOWS SHIT ABOUT THE MIRACULOUS YOU GUYS--

- FELIX’S MOM IS REALLY GOING TO BLAME HIS DEAD DAD FOR THIS? HARD YIKES. NO WONDER FELIX IS WEIRD.

- I’m expecting this isn’t over, because Felix still clearly wants something specific that he didn’t get, but I’ll take this cute hug for what it is. He didn’t have an evil expression behind Adrien’s back this time either and the music is all soft and nice, plus he FINALLY got a handshake from Gabe, but I absolutely do NOT imagine this episode will end without getting an extra shot in at the PV fans somehow. We’re not getting off this easy.

- Why doesn’t Gabriel want Adrien to go after Felix? Is he scared he’ll try to run off, or ask them to stay longer when he really wants to get rid of them?

- AHAHA FELIX STOLE GABE’S RING. WHAT A BRAT. Was that the “jewelry” he mentioned wanting in return for helping Papillon? I figured it was a Miraculous thing but maybe not.

- OHHH, look how much Felix loves his mom! This is such a sweet scene. I particularly like the idea that Amelie was trying to get the rings back to give one to Felix because the way she was speaking to Gabe made it sound like she wanted them Just Because. But you can’t mention some wild story connected to the rings and then not explain it! I want to know what that is, I want to know why Felix is so fascinated with it!!!

- ALSO, FELIX GETTING A BIG KISS RIGHT ON THE FOREHEAD. EXCELLENT. I’ll fucking BET this is another scene Sébastien sneaked in because it’s such an emotional quality shift from the whole clone mess. Like what the fuck even WAS that.

- Yep, Felix is still evil! WHY THOUGH. WHAT’S GOING ON. CAN I PLEASE GET A WAFFLE

- I was expecting a worse ending, but “Felix can’t ever come back to Paris because Gabriel will kill him with his bare hands if he does” is decent enough. If there’s no further confirmation (and NO, anything Garbage Man Astruc tweets later on does NOT fucking count so don’t try me) I’m going to take it that he WAS actually sorry for what he did to Adrien. That’s better than nothing.

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WELL THAT WAS AN EPISODE. That actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be - it could have been a lot better but it could have been a lot worse too. The beginning and end were nice enough even if the middle part was Garbage Man Astruc’s usual atrocious mess of self-service, though I do particularly despise the hamfisted consent issue shoved in there just to generate extra reasons to hate the character. WE GET IT, YOU DON’T LIKE FELIX. OFF YOU FUCK. 

I’ve slept on this next paragraph to give myself time to formulate some concrete thoughts about the plot, so... Well, it was a mess, that’s for sure. They spent way too much time establishing how oH sO eViL Felix was and not nearly enough time actually explaining his character. 

Why is he acting out like this? What has he got against Adrien in particular? Is he really sore about Adrien not supporting him at his dad’s funeral or is that just what Adrien thinks is his problem? What was his relationship with his dad before he died? Was his troublemaking all about trying to provoke an akuma and ask Papillon to help him get his family rings back (which he was clearly trying to steal from the moment he walked through the door, only Gabe wouldn’t shake his hand the first time), or was that just a side effect of causing shit for no reason? Did he mean his apology to Adrien at the end? WHAT was the deal with the rings and the story attached to them? There’s a whole interesting story buried in here which just got completely overlooked by the emphasis on how terrible he was and that’s really disappointing. 

I did like his damaged-but-still-good relationship with Adrien though, there’s still hope there and maybe Felix (if he ever shows up again, which I only hope he does if it’s NOT another excuse for Garbage Man Astruc to shit on the PV fandom again, for the love of FUCK don’t give this guy multiple opportunities) will start coming around and making the effort to be a better cousin since Adrien’s given him a second chance. I don’t know. What I liked just as much was Marinette actually barely being in this episode at all, for the first time since Gorizilla she’s ALLOWED to be the supporting character again and that’s GREAT.

I don’t really know what else to say. I’m exhausted. Adrien’s a darling and I think I prefer my Twin AU, though canon Felix being a delightful little gremlin who causes problems-on-purpose is something I can work with in the future too. 

Thanks for coming on this... interesting journey with me! I posted a set of tweets last night which I’ll leave here to finish up:

[pinepickled]

Well. Idk how to really articulate this. But I feel like people have begun to criticize media for what it has done for everything /but/ the message it was supposed to send. Take Euphoria. I myself haven't watched it, but I have seen two YouTubers do a review on it. One was KennieJD, who said she did not like it due to the fact that it showed nude minors and explicit sex including minors, as well as the lack of criticism of this fact. Whereas Tee Noir, the other youtuber I watched who did a video on it, and she instead focused on the message and representation that Euphoria was supposed to be conveying, i.e. the struggles of an addicted teenager, mental illness, abuse, and other such topics.

Now, Kennie doesn't claim to be the expert on these topics nor does she center her channel around politics and social issues- her bad movies and a beat series is just a fun little thing she does on her channel and which may occasionally contain her own grievances with the issues of a show i.e. racism, sexism, the works. But still, she does not claim that we should regard her opinion as the peak of education or something to live by.

So now the question is: do the "problematic" things in a show undermine it's message?

My answer is no. Engels owned a factory, yet this does not erase the fact that he advocated for workers rights. Bernie may have a rocky past with feminism, but that does not mean he does not advocate strongly for women's rights. In a more movie focused setting- and bear with me, i do not watch many movies- just because Zaheer from Legend of Korra did bad things (that uneducated writers had him do) that does not undermine the general message of anarchism. The message of the show can be seperate from the bad actions of a character, and the other problematic themes of a show, especially when it is known that the writers of a show (like Bryke) don't know much on the topics they may discuss.

Yet time and time again, I seem to see people ignoring the /message/ a story is trying to convey in favor of "canceling" it. It seems unproductive and unhelpful in my eyes.

Tldr: you can still like the message a story conveys and criticize other aspects that aren't the main focus.

[queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm]

Daminette December Day 1: Just a friend

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After the defeat of Hawkmoth, the disaster of a relationship with Adrien (they decided love just isn’t what’s fated ), and graduation Marinette Dupain-Cheng had enough of Paris. Don’t get her wrong she would always love her first home, but it began to change from her muse to somewhat of a creative block. She wanted a change of scenery and by Kwami she was going to get it.

She needed to leave if only for her sanity. Marinette thought long and hard about where she should set off to, and both Tiki and Plagg pushes for Gotham City, New York. Marinette wondered why they were so adment about it, however, whenever she questioned it vague responses were given in turn. In any case, it seemed like her course was already set for her, “Trust me, Marinette, you’re needed there. That’s all we can say for now. If you don’t go you’ll regret it, that’s what I can tell you.” That’s all it took for Marinette to uproot her life and move to the big apple.

Two weeks. It only took two weeks before the introduction of the Batfam and Marinette. Here’s the abridged meeting: oh no! Calendar Girl decided today of all days was going to attack her old modeling agency... again. Just as Marinette was trying to find some models for her website “Miss Fortune” which was gaining popularity. Our lovely Super-heroine noticed her not so favorable predicament and deduced playing civilian was her best option. How could she explain why a formerly active French superhero was doing in Gotham without the Bat breathing down her neck afterwards?

However after 30 minutes of being held hostage, Marinette simply decided, “Scew it.”

The Bat had shown up after Marinette had single handily taken down all of Calendar Girl’s henchmen and Calendar Girl herself. She was now comforting the other hostages as Batman, Red Hood, and Robin approached her. Unfortunately for Batman, Marinette was still in her “fight or flight” mode and flight wasn’t even an option anymore. As he reached for her shoulder to grab her attention, Marinette felt the presence and grabbed his arm to successfully Judo-flip the man twice her body weight without breaking a sweat.

As Batman hit the floor, Marinette (still not processing that that is in fact Batman himself) proceedes to keep him pinned. No one in the room understood how the tiny French-Asian woman was able to beat Batman in a test of strength, but eventually Marinette came to her senses by the sound of Red Hood falling to the floor laughing. He was in tears rolling on the ground, hysterical. Robin, however, just stared in intrigue.

“O-oh! I’m s-so sorry! I didn’t realize it was you Mr. Batman,” Marinette said a silent prayer for her life. Batman doesn’t kill... right?

From the look on Batman’s face, Batman might be concider breaking his moral code. Just this once. Before Batman could act upon his instinct to defend his honor, Red Hood steps in and asks who Marinette is, “Me? I’m just a designe who came from a place that was once much more dangerous than Gotham,” Marinette said in her heavily accented English.

(A/N: You can’t tell me Gotham is more dangerous then Paris when all of Paris has died multiple times).

All who heard such a bold statement, were stunned in their disbelief. Robin scrutinized Marinette, she was attractive (obviously), from her Nightwing graphic tee, short jean shorts, and black flats it was apparent that she was no stranger to physical workouts, he searched and scanned for any hint of insincerity. When he finished, he couldn’t find anything. His actions did not go unnoticed by Marinette, “Can I help you Robin?”

Not expecting her to catch his staring (more like oogling) Robin fought off a blush, “N-No,” Robin cleared his throat, “No, Miss...” He offered for her to fill in the blanks that was her name.

“I am so sorry, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. But, ummm, I’m sorry but to the person who designed and made your suits can they drop their location because I just want to talk. Why did you just allow it?” Marinette blurted.

Red Hood, who had just recovered from his previous fit of laughter, lost his composure for the second time in this encounter, “Ya, hear that Demon Spawn? Who dressed you?”

The blush from earlier returned with vengeance. Before Robin could make his remark, Marinette beat him to it, “Mr. Hood, you are no better. In fact,” Marinette pulls out a business card, “take this if you want a revamped, stylish, and practical suit, you should email or call me. That’s my website so that you can see the quality of my work before you jump the gun.”

Batman takes the extended business card, he himself was feeling quite embarrassed for the criticisms he was receiving. Marinette then asked to be excused after the quick promotion.

*Line Break*

Marinette hadn’t expected Batman to accept her offer, she also hadn’t anticipated Robin to come visit her after she had completed his father’s commissions. Robin found himself more and more intriged by Marinette and didn’t understand why his breath hitched everytime she would do the simplest of things.

Marinette didn’t mind his drop ins, to be honest she looked forward to them. It reminded her of when Chat Noir used to show up on her balcony. As they began to spend more time together, the others began to notice that Robin would basically drop off the face of the earth. Nightwing proposed that the Batboys follow their younger brother to see what he does when he’s not with them on patrol.

Red Hood, Red Robin, and Nightwing watch from another building to see their Demon of a brother smile. They looked around in a panic to see if someone had died, the found no dead body in the surrounding area. The did see a cute French-Asian woman working diligently on their remastered costumes and liked what they saw. As she was seeing the Kevlar into a layar of what looks to be Red Hood’s new suit, they see her laughing with their brother.

Once Red Hood recognized Marinette as the girl who beat Batman without trying, he was convinced the woman was a witch. There was no way she could do all of these things without the supernatural. Marinette seemingly was taming the demon the batfamily couldn’t deal with for years, in just a few hours. As Red Hood relayed this information to his brothers, Red Robin saw Robin begin to leave as Marinette began to fall asleep.

At the manor, Dick brought up the designer who was redoing their costumes and Damian froze for a second. Tim asking where Damian has been all of this time only to have Damian divert the question. Finally Jason asks, “So... What’s Marinette to you?”

That’s when Damian broke, a fire had started on his cheeks. No one dared to speak, too stunned or embarrassed to say anything. After a few seconds, Jason let a grin fall upon his face.

“Not that it is any of your business, Marinette is just a friend now if I’ll be retiring to my room for the night.”

Unknown to the rest of the boys, Bruce had heard the entire conversation between the four of the boys. It was then that he declared silently that Marinette Dupain-Cheng would add Wayne to her last name if it was the last thing he would ever do. And anything is legal when you’re Bruce Wayne.

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Is it too late to throw my hat in the ring. I know I’m cutting it close with it being 10:20 pm where I live, but I was feeling a bit inspired by this prompt in particular. I don’t know if I can do all of the prompts, but I promise to at least try.

@daminette-december2019

[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: Kylo Ren’s emotions take a toll on your own, even when he is on the other side of the Star Destroyer. You’ve never felt anger like this before. Kylo asks you to travel with him to ambush the Resistance. Someone makes an unwanted visit. 

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

wc: 3k

warnings: violence, negative thoughts, implied sexual acts, also rly cute fluff

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Fury is radiating through your body but it’s not your own. It’s boiling close to the brim, ready to explode like a ticking time bomb. 

Kylo is away on the ship somewhere doing Supreme Leader things. Something must have happened to make him this angry for it to affect you. 

It’s making your chest constrict with anxiety, the apples of your cheeks are temporarily tinted pink for the time being. 

Meditation isn’t working, breathing techniques, napping. Nothing. 

You’re irritable. Your hands are shaking and you’re on the verge of screaming into a pillow or ripping apart your quarters with your saber. 

You’ve finally put the twins down for a nap and now you’re laying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Hot tears roll down your cheeks onto the fabric of it. 

Your brain is replaying memories of your childhood, you almost miss your village on Jakku; It was much simpler back then. It’s been so long since you ran away. You know that your parents are dead now, murdered by Kylo Ren. 

Maybe you should have done it yourself so you wouldn’t feel so guilty, it could’ve given you more power as an apprentice. 

No, you don’t need more power. Just stay as a regular mom, that’s all you need to do. 

You grit your teeth and close your eyes. Everything is burning with anger. You just want to punch something. Your hands grip your saber laying on your abdomen, wanting to use it against anything.

Kylo storms into the room, grunting as he paces the room. He growls under his breath, his shoulders heaving as he breathes. 

“The fucking Resistance.” His arms tense up as he huffs, “They moved. They’re gone. They could be anywhere in this damn galaxy.” 

Little does he know, they have cloaking devices covering the perimeter of the base, even from the air. The First Order wouldn’t be able to find them on any radar they have. Especially because your path made it seem like you came straight from the base but it was much more elaborate than that. You’re not going to tell him that either. 

Kylo’s hand rests on the hilt of his saber, knowing that he wants to destroy something to blow off steam. He doesn’t want to scare you. 

You slowly sit up to look at him, just staring with no expression on your face. His cheeks blow as he puffs out air, his fiery eyes glance at you, then he looks back again. His eyebrows crinkle together in the middle, he almost looks puzzled. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, clenching his jaw when you don’t answer him right away. He looks over your blank eyes and the almost dried up tear tracks marking your flushed cheeks.

“Your anger, it’s- I can feel it. I can feel it in myself.” You shake your head, you look down at the smooth metal of the hilt sitting in your hands. 

Kylo’s lips part gently and his jaw twitches. “I feel like I could hurt something right now. I’ve never really felt this way either.” You admit, then look up at him through your eyelashes. 

Kylo gulps and goes to talk but you continue, “The things I’ve been thinking about. My parents and my village. I want to go back there, Kylo. To see what’s left, maybe there’s something I forgot. The last missing puzzle piece that I need to settle down.” Your face crinkles up as memories play in your head and you shake them off. 

Goosebumps rise on your skin, a chill that travels down your spine. This wasn’t something regular, like the air conditioning. It was something otherworldly. 

Kylo seems visibly shaken by this too, his eyes are mixed with a bunch of emotions but the rest of his body is like a statue. 

“I want you to come with me, please.” You almost beg him to answer you. 

Emotions wrack your body then your bottom lip starts to quiver. Kylo notices the sudden change of your emotions and takes a step forward but you put your hand up to stop him. 

“I don’t need affection right now. I just need an answer from you. Yes or no. Simple.” You nod then take a deep shaky breath. You notice his hand is still resting on the hilt attached to his belt.

Negative thoughts swirl in your mind. Maybe he’s thinking you’re going to strike him. Does he think you’re dangerous? Is he going to put an end to you because of this sudden darkness inside of you?

You take a deep breath to stop yourself since there’s no need to overthink about those things. He would never hurt you. The anger suddenly washes away like sand being taken with the tide. It was like a cloud was over your brain. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t want to be like this.” You sniffle, hiding your face in your hands.

You can hear his footsteps getting louder as he walks towards you. His hand rests on your back to console you, “I was trying to see if you could calm yourself. I’m glad you did.” His body sits next to you which makes the sofa dip in. He pulls you into him, his rough armor bothers you but you still cuddle with him. 

“As long as you can take control of your emotions, you’ll be okay. I, on the other hand, can’t do that.” He chuckles which makes you smile. At least he’s trying to bring light to the subject. 

“I really do want to go back to Jakku.” You huff sadly, the corners of your lips turn down into a frown. 

Kylo’s hand gently rubs your side, “I know. I’ll make it happen.” His raspy voice speaks and rumbles in your ear. 

Before you could answer, he starts talking again. “I have to go away. Not for long, but I will be far.” You pick your head up to look at him which makes him slightly nervous, “Only two days maximum.” 

Your whole face turns into a pout and you just throw yourself top of him to bury your face in his neck. You let out a long over-exaggerated groan, “Whyyyyy...” You wail. 

He grips your sides, “There’s a spy in the First Order. I need to find them. I’ve been tracking a trail for a while and they’re supposed to be meeting somebody from the Resistance...” He trails off, his eyes zone out off to the side. He’s thinking quite hard. 

“Why don’t you come with me?” He mumbles in your ear. He waits for a reaction, your eyes widen in shock as you sit up to look at him. 

“With you? Like on the mission?” You stutter over your words and plant your hands on his chest. His eyes dart over your face as he gulps, “Yes. With me.” The grip on your waist tightens. 

You bite your lip, “What about the kids?” You ask and look back at their room. 

“I can get a droid to watch them. I’ll lock down my quarters until we get back. Nobody will be able to go in or out.” 

A small smile breaks out on your face then fades away. This would be your first time truly away from your children. They’ve been babysat by a droid before, but you’ve never left them this far. 

“What’s wrong?” He fidgets underneath your body weight to sit up more, “You’re sure they’ll be okay? I feel bad leaving them.” 

Kylo huffs quietly and nods, “I understand. You can just stay here then.” He leans forward to pepper kisses against your jawline. You pull back from his advances for a moment to look at him, “I want to go. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to our children.” You lean forward to capture his lips with your own.

You giggle into the kiss as his hands grip your ass so he can switch your position from being on top to being under him. Your back presses into the cushion of the couch from his body laying on top of yours, his hands travel underneath your baggy shirt to cup your breasts. 

Today’s going to be fun. 

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You yawn as you roll over, your arm falls off the edge of the couch. You slowly open your eyes to see that the lights are dimmed and a blanket is draped over your nude body. 

You smile just from knowing that Kylo did that. What a gentleman. You snuggle under the warmth then see the note left on the coffee table. Your hand slips out quickly to snatch it, his handwriting is scribbled messily on the ripped piece of paper. 

Nothing important, he just has Supreme Leader duties to take care of. You let a soft sigh, then peek over at the monitor on the datapad he also left by. The kids are still asleep. They’ll be hyper today. 

You realize that you have to be an adult so you slowly stretch your limbs. When you stand up, you wrap the blanket around your body then you start to pick up your scattered clothes as you make your way into the bedroom.  

The room smells like soap, he must’ve taken a shower. It makes you smile again. You couldn’t be happier to be around him again. 

You drop the blanket on the bed so you could scurry into the bathroom to shower as well. 

You haven’t gotten any of your own clothing yet, just the ones that you wore the night you joined him. 

Instead of getting into your own constricting clothes, you opt for one of Kylo’s tee shirts instead. You pull it over your head, then pull your underwear up your legs and some socks on your feet. 

You wrap your wet hair up in a towel so it could dry faster. Then you walk back into the living area, the smile on your face instantly drops. You stop in your tracks when you see someone standing with their back towards you. You instantly recognize their slicked-back ginger hair. 

You gently sneak your hand back into the bedroom to grab your saber off the stand right near the door. When you ignite it, the man jumps and turns around with his hands up in surrender.

“Hux?!” You exclaim angrily. His eyes are wide with fear when he realizes what’s in your hand, “Don’t kill me. I was just...” You take a step forward, your foot stomps on the ground. The sound of one of the babies crying echoes from the monitor on the coffee table, your eyes glance at the screen then back to him. 

He definitely heard and saw that too. He knows that they’re on board. “Children?” He questions.

Mama bear mode is now activated. 

You take large steps towards him until his back is against the wall, “I swear to the stars, if you tell anybody about this I will personally rip you to shreds.” You growl and hold the saber close to his face. 

He audibly gulps and eyeballs the blade that’s about to cut into his neck. “I won’t. I won’t.” He squeaks out. You give him a look and he shakes his head, “I promise.” 

You take a step back and disable your saber so the light disappears back into the hilt. “But children? When did this happen?” He questions you. 

“Hoth.” You grumble out, eyebrows still knitted together in the middle. You’re ready to strike at any moment. 

“Oh... So that’s where that baby hat came from...” He whispers to himself which makes you a bit confused. 

“Why would you bring them back here? Out of all the places to go in the galaxy, you brought them to the First Order?” He frowns. 

You roll your eyes, “So they can be with their father.” Then his eyebrows go up in surprise. 

“That explains a lot...” He rubs his forehead with his gloved hand then stands up straight again. “I know that I haven’t been the most trusting person around here, but I give you my word that I will not let anything happen to your children. I’ll keep my mouth shut about it.” He nods. 

His little speech makes you smile, “I appreciate that.” You let out a relieved sigh. His eyes then notice the state you’re in, looking down at your naked legs then back up to your face. 

You grimace and growl under your breath, “So what were you doing here anyway?” You question him now. 

Hux seems to get nervous by how his hands fidget, “I-I was just looking for Ren. I needed to find something for him.” His eyes fall to the side to avoid eye contact. 

“I can tell when you’re lying. You can either tell me the truth or I can go through your mind myself.” You threaten him, knowing you don’t have that ability but it’s quite fun to torture Hux. 

The man almost whimpers in fear, “You can do that... too?” He shudders then you take a step forward which makes him flinch.

“Okay, okay. I was searching for something. Something that he might have of his grandfathers.” He squeezes his eyes shut then peeks one open. 

“Fine. I believe you. Thanks for keeping this secret, by the way.” You drop your dark persona and he seems confused by your sudden personality change. 

“You’re welcome?” He lets out that statement more like a question. He stands up straight again to seem more professional, he fixes his hair with his hands before putting them behind his back. 

“You should get going now before he finds out that you’re here.” He gives you a curt nod before slipping past you and out the door. 

You truly believe Hux was being honest that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt your children. If he did though, that would be the end of him. He would have Ren and you coming after him. He should know better not to open his mouth. 

Once Hux leaves you go to the door to lock it once more, then you take a deep breath and exhale. “That was weird.” You mutter to yourself then go into the twins’ room to take care of them. 

When Kylo comes back, he has to use the Force to get into the quarters. He frantically looks for you while calling out your name. He finally finds you passed out in the rocking chair with Ellie babbling in your arms. He runs up to you, his hands grab your face which makes you wake up instantly. Your eyes shoot open and you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Thank god you’re okay, but what the fuck?” He snaps at you, “Why was the door locked? I couldn’t get inside.” He stands back up, his stature towers over you once again. 

You yawn and look down at El gripping your shirt, “I’m sorry. Hux came here and I just got freaked out I’m-.” He cuts you off. 

“Hux... He was here?” He would be breathing fire right about now if he was able to, you visualize the steam coming out of his ears. 

“Yes, but it’s fine. He said he won’t let anything happen to the children. I took care of it.” You nod. 

“He knows about them too?” His voice booms even louder which makes you and El jump.

“Yes, Kylo. He does. I think he’s smart enough not to say anything to anybody about it. He knows that we’ll both come after him.” After that sentence, he seems to calm down a little bit. He takes a deep breath and walks over to Ani’s crib to look at his son. 

The boy giggles and reaches up for him which Kylo happily obliges. He scoops up his small body, bouncing the child on his hip. “Maybe you should stay here once I leave.” He mumbles quietly. 

You feel yourself growing frustrated, “No. I want to come with you. I’m ready, I know I am. I can protect myself.” You say as calm as you can since you didn’t want the kids to feed off your little argument with him. 

You rock Ellie and coo happily at her before turning your attention to Kylo. He’s just staring at you with his rock hard expression. “Fine. We’ll leave in a few days.” He pushes back Ani’s wavy hair from his face.

The baby reaches up to tug on Kylo’s collar to his uniform which makes you laugh. Kylo looks back to you and gives you a smirk. “You sure you don’t want one more?” He jokes around which shocks you. 

“You’d want more kids?” You ask, pouting happily then you stand up. Kylo looks over you, his eyes follow your movements. “I do in the future, not yet, because of circumstances.” He replies, you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss him.

His dimples show when he smiles into the kiss, “I want to have a family with you, a big one. I would need- Ow!” You yelp when Ani grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs quite harshly. 

Kylo lets out a laugh you haven’t heard before, his hands go up to his son's tiny fingers to untangle them from your hair. 

He catches your eyes looking up at him through your lashes. “What’s that look for?” He mumbles under his breath, letting Ani’s hand grip his finger instead of attempting to pull off your scalp. 

“I just love you so much.” You mumble and bat your eyelashes. Kylo grins at your cute pouty face and swoops down to capture your lips once again. 

At this moment, there was a newly found peace in Kylo Ren. All he needs is his family and he would be happy for the rest of his life. 

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[artxyra]

In Her Darkest Moments

Note: So this story came from me listening to the song “The Bully” by Sody. If the last part seems kind of lost it because I started this on a whim and took a break to work on other projects (both school-related and personal). There might be more added to this later but I’m not sure yet. Anyways, enjoy.  

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Trigger warning: thoughts of suicide

Anger can manifest in multiple ways, but it’s what you do with that anger that can change the outcome of a single event.

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Marinette may have grown used to the Lila and her classmates’ bullying towards her, but that didn’t mean she was slowly shattering. Every day was a war zone for her. Looking behind her back every second of the day, hoping that she wouldn’t stand out. But this has been going on for two years nearly three now. She can’t take it anymore.

Suicide was the easy way out, and she knows this. It was confronting her bullies and saying goodbye that was the hardest.

Gripping onto her sleeves, she covers the marks of cutting, forcing herself to acknowledge she was okay when she clearly wasn’t. No one knew she was doing this to herself, and she wants to keep it that way. No longer did she wore pink capris with a white blouse and blazer, but now a grey knitted sweater with a pair of skinny jeans and low-heeled wedges. It was a nice change, but she didn’t feel like herself in her own skin.

Walking into her high school, Dupont’s sister school, she ignores the glances coming her way. Making her way to her locker, she quickly grabs the items needed for class and scurries down the halls. Because of the lack of akuma attacks, she’s often on-time to class and gets a decent night of rest when nightmares aren’t plaguing her mind.

Her books fell from her arms. She staggers in her steps.

“Oh my god, Marinette! Why did you purposely drop your books on me?” She dreads the familiar Italian accent female. Lila could only internally smirk at her work because it wasn’t long before Alya made her voice known.

“What the hell, Marinette, that’s the fifth time this week. What is wrong with you?”

A hard jab came to her shoulders. Marinette counts to ten. Her breathing evens just enough for her to gain her bearings. She grabs her books and pushes through the growing crowd of Lila supporters. No one is never on her side anymore.

Taking her seat, she barely acknowledges the disappointed look she was receiving from Adrien. Adrien, oh sweet Adrien, the blonde model manages to convince his father to let him continue with public school under the intention of doing more photo-shoots. They barely have spoken since collége and he unknowingly played into Lila’s greedy hands.

“Good Morning class,” The teacher greets as she walks in. Marinette doesn’t acknowledge today’s lesson as her mind started to doodle in her worn-out notebook.

Lila made sure that everything good in Marinette’s life was a diminished flame. Turning the former bluenette’s parents against her was the tipping point of it all.  She would copy Marinette’s work, turn it in before the latter could get up from her seat. That would then turn into a long meeting with the school’s dean about plagiarism and dishonesty. It was a miracle that Marinette was still able to attend the school with the constant amount of this occurring.

Marinette’s safe place slowly became this Ladybug and Chat Noir theme café. She goes by there every day after school instead of heading home. It’s a great place for her to work on her projects without the fear of being judged, bullied and copied from. The owner, an older woman, grew to love the teen’s company and told her that she was welcome at any time of the day. She’ll forever remember the day that Marinette gave her the most heartfelt real smile instead of the dull, barely reaching her eyes smile. Those were the days that the two of them will cherish forever.

She sighs, pushing the unfinished work of a new design away from her. The owner notices this and looks around. There was no need to take orders; she quickly makes her over to the struggling teen.

“Is everything alright dear?” She asks, placing a comforting hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

A gentle gesture was all it took for her to breakdown. Tears stream down her face, red watery eyes glance up to the older woman breaking the owner’s heart. She hates seeing Marinette like this. Pulling the young woman into a comforting hug, Marinette cries into her chest.

“Shh, everything will be alright one day.” The owner repeats into the teen’s ear, rubbing on her back.

When Marinette couldn’t cry her eyes out anymore, she lifts herself up from the older woman’s lap to look around. The sky has darkened and there was no one in the café beside the two of them.

“I’m so sorry.” She immediately apologizes.

“Nonsense, Marinette. You clearly needed to let it all out.”

Marinette couldn’t help but look down in shame. She doesn’t deserve any of this comfort. To her, a mental breakdown went weakness and weakness is something that has been affecting her in all aspects of her life.

“I should get home.” Marinette murmurs holding herself.

As much as the owner didn’t want the teen to leave, she knew she couldn’t stop Marinette from leaving. Sighing, she hands Marinette her bags and wishes her goodbye.

Dread fills Marinette as she returns home, but something stops her from entering. Perhaps it was because of her parents and their lack of trust for her. Maybe it was the cool protective breeze of the night’s air. Biting her bottom lip, she pushes against the door and quickly makes a be-line to her bedroom.

Her room lacks its usual luster. Over the years, she slowly became dissociated from her room leaving it frozen in her middle school personality with only pops of colors representing her now.

Not wanting to go to sleep, she finds herself on the balcony watching the stars.

“You could have asked me if you wanted to stargaze tonight.”  Her frown deepens hearing one of many voices she doesn’t want to hear.

“Go away, Chat.” She demands; caring less that it will hurt his feelings, but she knows him well enough that the word “no” isn’t in his vocabulary.

“Meow-ch, Princess—” He begins but Marinette turns to him with a glare on her face.

“Don’t call me, princess. I hate it.” She states getting up from her position. Chat Noir touches her shoulder only for her to push him away.

“No, you don’t.” He tries to counter, giving her his cat-like smirk, “Your heart wouldn’t have fluttered if you didn’t.”

Marinette scrunches her face. A single tear slides down her cheek. Chat, being the heroic knight he is, pulls her in for a hug, she tries to break free but due to her fatigue, she couldn’t. Instead, she wiggles in his arms.

“Let go of me.” She demands.

“You’re kidding me?” Chat slightly pushes her away, only to take in Marinette. Her body’s shaking, her arms hugs her torso, and tears ran down her face.

“Goodbye, Chat Noir.” Marinette rush towards the trapdoor and enters it.

She wants it all to end. To be fear from the nightmare that is her life. Collapsing onto the floor, the waterworks began. Tikki finally making her presences known and cuddles next her chosen knowing it was only time before Marinette gives up.

Marinette barely found the energy to wake up the next morning.

“Marinette, breakfast is ready!” She heard her mother’s voice carry out from the lower floor.

Trudging down from her bedroom and into the kitchen, Marinette sits down and stares silently at the plate of food in front of her. This felt odd. It’s been months since her mother made breakfast for the family. Her excuse has been that the store needs more attention and earlier opening time. When was the last she saw her mother’s bright smile and not the disappointed look? Marinette couldn’t remember for the life of her.

“Um…merci, maman.” Marinette murmurs taking a small bite.

Sabine either ignored the appreciation or she didn’t hear it, causing Marinette to feel even more out of place. It was after her tenth bite, that Marinette gave up on breakfast and walk out of the room. Looking at her phone, she realizes that class was going to start soon. Opting to ditch today, Marinette changes into a simple tee and a pair of denim shorts. Maybe today will be a better a day than the rest.

~*~

Marinette was enjoying her day away from school, but that all ends when a notification came through on her phone. It was the contents in that notification that made her want to hide, to throw up, and never show her face again. How could someone be so cruel to photoshop a photo of her doing explicit poses and send it to everyone in her class? How did they even get her new phone number?

The comments surrounding the post was a mixture of good and bad. Some, those who know her, wrote that it was clearly photoshopped, critiquing the image while others were expressing their shock and disappointment in Marinette for taking such photos.  

Everything’s ruined. Her reputation (that was already on the rocks), her dreams, her life.

Locking herself in the nearest bathroom, that she could find, she collapses to the floor. Breathing became a challenge, her mind making thousands of scenarios, causing her to spin around confused and dazed. Reality began to shift into nothing. Grasping for air, she uses the sink to balance her, but no strength came to her aid.

“Marinette!” Tikki worries for chosen. She felt useless. Useless that to help her chosen, she must reveal the three-year secret that they’ve kept hidden. “I will get help. Please stay strong.” Tikki cries out, flying out the bathroom in search for help.

Marinette didn’t know how long she stayed in a fetal position on the floor. Minutes, maybe even hours there. Because the next thing she knew was the loud banging on the bathroom door. Someone’s calling out her name from the other side. The loud sound made her want to curl, even more, anything to get away from the torture that’s she experiencing.

“Marinette,” The voice calls out more clearly.

Arms surround her fragile body. They pull her in closer to their chest. She clings to the person’s shirt as it was the only tangible object that was grounding her to reality.

“I got you. You’re safe, Nette. Come back to me.” The voice whispers into her ear.

Her breathing evens.

The voice continues to repeat the same phrase as it was bringing her back to reality and calming her down. Her grip lessens on their shirt.

“That’s it, Nette. Come back to me.” He murmurs.

“Is she alright?” Another voice asks. It was feminine, something that allowed Marinette to feel safe and loved. Another pair of hands wrap around her body.

Darkness begins to fade away allowing the bright colors of images to flood her senses. Blinking, Marinette looks around and sees Kagami and Luka holding onto her. Her eyes make their way to the door where Felix stood with concern in eyes stoic eyes.

“W-w-what happened? H-h-how did I get here?” She stutters clenching onto Luka’s shirt even more.

“You’re okay, now, Nette. If it wasn’t for Tikki, we probably wouldn’t have known to be here.” Kagami says rubbing the small teen’s blue hair. Marinette welcomes it and cuddles closer to the woman.

“It was Rossi that caused this mess. I’m sure we can charge Rossi with slander and defamation.” Felix voices his opinion.

“Let’s ignore, Rossi, for a moment and focus on Nette. From what Tikki told me, this kind of behavior is becoming a regular occurrence. Which would explain why she doesn’t come to school from what Agreste been explaining.” Kagami declares with a heavy sigh.

“Should we call Bourgeois and ask for her input?” Felix suggests as his body dance subconsciously with the idea of going into the bathroom.

“No, not yet. Right now, we need to focus on bettering Nette.” Luka speaks with authority.

Felix and Kagami agrees and turns back to their now sleeping friend.

~*~

A week has passed since Marinette’s breakdown. Kagami refuses to let the bluenette be alone, so she offered her place. Marinette at first refused, but after a long talk with Felix, Kagami, Luka, and their kwamis, it was decided that she would stay.

As the days went by, the three friends to could a change in their beloved bluenette. She’s eating more and getting a good amount of sleep. Granted, there were akuma attacks during some of those days and if it wasn’t an akuma, it was Lila’s lying her way out of any situation.

Heal is always the hard part; as much as Marinette wanted to move on from this, she knows that it will only stop when Lila’s luck runs out.

Sitting down at the Ladybug and Chat Noir theme café, Marinette silently sips her coffee. The owner makes her way over to the teen and offers her another round. Marinette declines and apologizes for all the pain and concern she caused the older woman. To which the owner denies and told her that she reminds her of her own granddaughter that was bullied when her daughter and husband were living in Italy.

“I’m so sorry, what happened to your granddaughter?” Marinette asks, secreting cringing at such a question.

The owner answers with a sad sigh, “She nearly killed herself, if it wasn’t for the pets, she wouldn’t be here. Today, she’s following her dream by attending a private school across sees. You two would have gotten along very well if she was here.”

Marinette smiles, “I’m glad that she’s alright.” She replies, but the lingering thought of death managed to sneak up into her mind.  Perhaps, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my friends. Shaking her head, she focuses on her coffee.

“If you need to talk, I’m always here.” The owner quickly gestures to the café before returning to the counter to take the orders of new customers.

Marinette finishes her coffee and exits the café.

“So, this is where you sneak off to.” Felix notes with Luka and Kagami behind him.

“What are you guys doing here?” Marinette asks, hugging the blonde before the two dark hairs.

“Well classes got out early and we wanted to spend the rest of the day with you,” Kagami answers pushing a strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear.

Marinette rolls her eyes, “Well the day is still bright and I’m feeling rather famished.”

The small group of friends laughs at the grumbling sound of Marinette’s stomach.

All it takes is for one grand action to make someone feel loved in their darkest moments.  

Part 2

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ML: Isolation Chapter 11: Symbiosis

The day of Adrien’s shoot arrived. He and Nathalie approached Vincent, who was helping set everything up. Vincent turned to Adrien and walked up to him. “Ah! Adrien! Another Ladybug shoot today! I bet you’re excited.”

“Of course” Adrien said.

“You’ll be excited too,” Nathalie said. “See, Ladybug got in contact with me and wishes to watch this particular photoshoot. If that is alright with you, I would like to video conference this with Ladybug.”

Vincent looked surprised. “Oh, but OF COURSE! This is such a joyous day! I get to see the lady behind the designs of Ladybug!”

“I hate to disappoint, but that’s not actually happening” Nathalie said. “She still wishes to remain anonymous, so while she is looking at everything, we won’t be able to look back.”

“Huh” Vincent said. “Well, I can’t say that I’m surprised. But I am disappointed.”

“Don’t worry Vincent,” Adrien said. “I’m sure the two of you will meet one day.”

Vincent nodded. He turned to ready his crew. “Alright, places everyone. We’ll be on as soon as Adrien is ready!”

“Thanks again Nathalie,” Adrien said.

“The pleasure is all mine” Nathalie said. She took out her tablet and called Marinette. When she picked up, there was nothing but a Ladybug pattern on the screen. Nathalie asked “Are you ready Ladybug?”

“Mh hmmmm” Marinette answered.

“Great. So, the first thing you get to see is Adrien changing” Nathalie said.

“WHAT?!” Adrien and Marinette said in unison.

“That was a joke of course,” Nathalie said. Marinette and Adrien laughed nervously.

“Well, I should change,” Adrien said. “I gotta go.”

“OK,” Marinette said. Adrien left.

“So, are you excited?” Nathalie asked.

“Umm yeah” Marinette said. “Adrien’s really good.”

Nathalie smiled. “I’ve done some research on Lila’s family.” Marinette was confused. “Apparently, she only has her mom. She is a diplomat, and as a result, Lila gets to do many interesting things. On paper, Lila is the epitome of pristine. Of course, I assume you know that.” Marinette was silently angry. “I’m sorry. There isn’t much more I can do on this front. What I’m allowed to research is limited to how it can be used for the company. I had to justify my research into Lila as a potential candidate for a new model.”

Marinette was angry at that last part, but then sighed. She told Nathalie “It’s OK. I’m thankful that you’re even willing to help out this much. But, may I ask why you’re helping me?”

Nathalie grew a stern look on her face. “My reasons are personal.”

“Oh. OK…” Marinette said.

Nathalie smiled. “Relax Marinette. Look, Adrien’s about to get started.” She turned the tablet to face Adrien. Adrien was wearing Marinette’s latest design. It was a normal blazer and pants combo, where they were dark brown with a black plaid pattern, but on his right shoulder was a field of green. As the green gets lower to about halfway down the blazer, the green parts start breaking off into bits and change color to represent the changing leaves of a tree.

Everyone was ecstatic about the design. There was a lot of murmuring about it amongst the crew. “Alright, settle down everyone” Vincent said. “Of course Ladybug’s newest creation is magnificent, as always, but we have a job to do. Adrien, are you ready?”

Adrien nodded. He turned to face Nathalie and saw the Ladybug pattern on the tablet. He waved gently, then got into position. He began posing, and Vincent began taking pictures. Marnette looked on through the camera. She is in awe at Adrien’s modeling. Every pose is like poetry in motion.

Once the shoot is over, Adrien relaxed. “Adrien!” said Vincent walking over. “You were MAGNIFICO today!”

“Thanks Vincent,” Adrien said. “But I was just doing what I always do.”

“Yes, but you did it with such poise, such grace, such elegance!” Vincent shouted. “What happened? I must know!”

Adrien thought about it. “I’m not really sure.”

Vincent glanced at Nathalie. “Ah, perhaps it was the fact that Ladybug herself was watching, yeah?” he asked. “I know I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Adrien looked over. He was getting a light blush and said. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Nathalie turned the tablet towards her and asked “Well Marinette, what did you think of the shoot?”

“It was amaaaaaaazing” Marinette said.

Nathalie giggled. “All thanks to you.”

“Oh no,” Marinette said, “I mean, I just design the clothes. Adrien really brings them out. He’s, well, amazing!”

“Trust me Marinette,” Nathalie said, “ you’re doing more than you think you are.”

“Huh?” Marinette asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” Nathalie said. “For now, just know that this is the happiest I’ve seen Adrien in a long time.”

“Huh” Marinette said. Nathalie turned the tablet toward Adrien and Adrien waved and came over.

“Hey Marinette. How’d you enjoy the photoshoot?” he asked.

“Oh, it was just splendid,” Marinette said. “You did such a good job.”

Adrien smiled. “Well, it helps that I was modeling your designs.”

“Oh, psh, don’t be so modest,” said Marinette. “You brought out the best in them.”

“I think you both did well,” Nathalie said. The two laughed nervously in unison.

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Adrien asked.

“Yeah” said Marinette. “See yeah.” Marinette hung up the call.

Adrien got in the car, as did Nathalie. “So Adrien how did you think that shoot went?”

“Honestly, I think it went pretty well.” Nathalie chuckled. “What?”

Nathalie sighed. “It’s just, you normally say things like ‘Oh, it’s alright’, or ‘yeah, whatever.’ This is the first time I think you’ve been so upbeat after a photoshoot.”

“Huh” Adrien said quizzically. 

That night, Adrien was staring at the ceiling, thinking about what Nathalie and Vincent had said. Did Marinette watching me make that big of a difference? Well, I’ve never had someone watching one of my shoots who wasn’t working on it as well. Well, I guess Marinette did WORK on it, but she wasn’t there to work. She was there to have fun. Adrien smiled. Maybe if I got some of my other friends to watch my shoots, I might enjoy them more.

The next day, Adrien found Marinette sketching again. He walked up to her. She turned around and Adrien waved. “Hi there.”

“Oh, hello,” Marinette said. She continued to draw.

Adrien sat down next to her. “By the way, thanks for watching the shoot.”

“Huh?” Marinette said.

Adrie smiled. “Everyone’s been telling me I did much better in that shoot. I’ve been feeling better about it as well. Compared to other shoots.” Marinette looked at him curiously. Adrien sighed. “I really only became a model because I had nothing else to do. For a while, it was just whatever studies my parents had me doing. I was bored out of my mind, doing the same things over and over again. When I heard that my father needed a model, I volunteered just so I could have something to do.

Of course, he was ecstatic. I just went along with it because it gave me a chance to talk to people who weren’t my parents, Nathalie, or my bodyguard regularly.” Adrien sighed deeply. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy being a model. It has its benefits. It’s just… I don’t feel my heart is in it 100%.” He grabbed Marinette’s hand. Marinette blushed. “However, I loved that you were watching it. Having someone supporting me not because it’s their job to, but because they wanted to; I loved that.

I would love it if you would keep watching. I’d feel a lot better about this all if you were there. Of course, you don’t have to…” Adrien said.

“N-no. Of course I’d love to” Marinette said nervously, breaking her hand from Adrien’s. “I totally get it.”

“You do?” Adrien said.

Marinette nodded. “It’s been nice, you know. You being around and talking to me and such… I totally get the thrill of having someone in your corner. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. A feeling I’ve missed…”

Adrien looked at her with awe. He then smiled and said “Don’t worry. We’ll get through this. We have each other after all.”

Marinette shared his look of determination. “Yeah.” She then remembered something. “Oh right.” She dug in her bag. “Here.” She gave him a phone case that was black with three green claw marks on it. “It’s your Cat Noir phone case.”

Adrien looked at it. “Marinette. This is amazing! Thank you!”

“Tee hee. You’re welcome” Marinette said.

Adrien put it away. “So, what are you drawing now?” he asked.

“Oh” Marinette said. “Well, I was thinking of doing some people watching. I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said. And the whole incident with Manon as well.” Marinette sighed. “When I was still in school, I would tell people that I would design fashion for all kinds of people. Not just the ideal people you usually see in magazines and stuff. Ah, no offence.” Adrien giggled. 

Marinette continued. “Fashion is an expression of one’s self. I’ve always felt that everyone should be able to express themselves however they want to. However, when I started working for Gabriel, I followed the letter of that idea, but not the spirit. I was designing stuff so that people could be themselves and share their joy with the world. However, I was just fully content with letting the world pass me by like I meant nothing to it. Everyone was being themselves, except for me.

It wasn’t until you got in contact with me when I started feeling like I could be a part of the world again. Your constant reassurance, boundless energy, and endless helpfulness helped me see that I am allowed to be part of the world again. However, it’s been a while, so I want to get more accustomed to it. I want to see how people have changed.”

“So, that’s why you’re people watching?” Adrien asked. Marinette nodded. “Heh. Sounds awesome. I’m not fully used to people either just yet, so I’ll be glad to join you.” The two of them sat there, spending hours watching people. Marinette sketched different outfits for different people every so often, and Adrien loved each of them.

When Adrien returned home, he went to Nathalie’s office to try out his voice modulation app. “Hey Nathalie” he said in an altered voice.

Nathalie turned around with a serious look on her face and a stun gun drawn. Adrien put his hands up, one of which was holding his phone with the Cat Noir case. Nathalie lowered the stun gun. “What are you doing?” she asked, exacerbated.

“Well, I can’t keep not talking to people,” Adrien explained. “So I had Marinette make this phone case for me so that I can use this voice modulation app without people recognizing my cell phone.”

Nathalie glared at him and then sighed. She got something out of her drawer. “Here” she said, handing him a headset with a microphone. Adrien was confused. “This is so you can speak through it without having to hold your phone up to you all the time. That way you don’t drop it.”

“Oh” Adrien said.

“Why so disappointed?” Nathalie asked.

“It’s just, I asked Marinette to do this, and now there’s not a good reason to have it anymore,” Adrien said.

Nathalie smiled. “I wouldn't say that.” Adrien looked surprised. “You would still need to take your phone out for things.”

“That’s true…” Adrien said.

“I like that you’re thinking ahead, but please, run your ideas by me next time” Nathalie said. “It’s what I’m here for.”

Adrien nodded. “Thank you Nathalie. Though, I am curious. Why are you doing so much for me on this?”

Nathalie smiled. “When the time comes I will explain everything.”

Adrien was confused. “Well, OK then… I’m going to my room now. I have a Cat Noir assignment tomorrow, and I want to be ready.”

Nathalie nodded. “Good luck.” Adrein went to his room for the night. He was excited, but concerned about this assignment. Still, he chose to accept it, and hopefully he can figure this person out.

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Call of the Void

Summary: you’re the rock star heartbreaker but Clint wants to change that and it took him a long time to do so, he finally introduces you to the team and come to find a certain speedster can’t help but be head over heels for you.

WC: 10.7k (this was 30 pages omg)

Pairing: Husband!Clint x Black!HexGirl!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend!Pietro

Warnings: This is based off EG Clint but everyone is alive. There’s smut so this is of course 18+, spirituality, finger in the bum, squirting, listening to people have sex, like one mention of suicide

A/N: i dunno if the hex girl au has been done and if it has i doubt there’s a black version so i’m glad i came up with this idea and ran with it. please comment and reblog!! SHOUT OUT TO @noire-griot FOR MAKING MY LOVELY MOOD BOARD!!

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“Who’s the babe over there with all the tats?,” Clint looked over to one of his buds as he drank a beer and scanned the room, eyes stopping on you.

“Oh that’s Y/N... they call her Thorn. She’s the lead singer and bad ass guitarist of that new band, used to be called Hex Girls but changed it to ‘Call of the Void’” his friend took a swig if his beer and shrugged his shoulders, “I’d stay away from her though, she’s trouble, man. Absolute heartbreaker,”

Clint watched the chains on our pants swing back and forth as you danced with your band mates. He watched the way your faux locs swished like an ocean as you threw your head back in laughter. You were right up his alley, music artist with wonderful taste, bad ass tattoos and killer style. He wanted you.

“Mm,” Clint shrugged as well, “I can change that,”

“Clint, they don’t call her Thorn for nothing. She’ll stick her thorns on ya and leave ya bleeding out while she watches in enjoyment,”

“Maybe you should have been a fuckin’ poet rather than a drummer,”

“Eh, I do slam poetry on Wednesday’s,”

“Whatever, man. I’m gonna go talk to her,”

Clint’s friend said something that he couldn’t quite catch because he was already more than ten feet away in no time, the music was screaming through the dark room and you were screaming right along with your bandmates in each other’s faces.

“‘Scuse me,” Clint said into your ear. Usually you ignore guys who come up to you but someone about his voice intrigued you. You turned your head and your brows raise in interest as your eyes scan him up and down.

“Excuse you is right considering you were interrupting some fun,” Your voice was like velvet and it wrapped him in a tight embrace, “But I’ll allow it this once for a fan,”

He didn’t want to correct you, he’d actually never heard a single song, but he’d make sure to after tonight.

“Just wanted to let a little lady like you know you look good,”

You kinda just chuckled at him, “Not that little. Don’t get too much dip on ya chip, might break,” you tum back to your friends to continue your night of fun

“Guess I’ll just have to get another chip then,”

His voice made you freeze and slowly turn back to him, arms crossed and tattoos bold against your skin, “Persistent fella,”

“A woman like you only shows up once in every blue moon, gotta cease my chance,”

Your Tripp pants fell on your hips nicely and just under your cropped band tee, he could see the outline of a snake come up the side of your ribcage to under your boob.

“And men like you come and go just as the tide does, what makes you think I’m not gonna ride this wave out and throw you out like an old surfboard when I’m done like the rest?,”

Clint loves your attitude. He could tell you didn’t take any shit and that only made him want you more, “Not a regular ‘ole ripple like you’re used to, Thorn,”

You could smell his cologne as he stepped closer, it took everything you had in you to not close your eyes and bask in his scent. You watched him lick his lips and raise a brow at you. You liked this one, you could keep him around for a bit.

“Then what are ya?,”

“More like record breaking tsunami. Lasting effects, hard to forget something like me,”

With your Demonia Trinity’s, you stood at perfect eye level with him, he wasn’t giving up and while most of them usually don’t, this one was different. He had spunk to him.

“Hey, Tove,” you call over your shoulder to your bandmate. Sweet girl with fast fingers when it came to the keyboard and synth.

“Yeah?,”

“Lock up when you guys get home, don’t think I’ll be back tonight,”

———

A few foiled packets hit Clint in the chest and he looked down at them, shrugged before tearing one open and rolling it down on himself. He’s probably the first to not complain about having to wrap it up before he tapped it up.

You heard him let out a slow deep breath as he pushed into you slowly. He was boning a rockstar, someone of his caliber, he definitely made sure to show out so you’d be the one coming back for more.

You ran your hand up his tattooed sleeve until he pinned your hands above your head with one of his, “Can I choke you? Wanna feel your pulse pounding against my fingertips,”

“Holy shit, please,”

Usually it was you who did the turning out but now you were the one being turned out, you hated being out of control but here you were, legs busted wide open with a hand right around your throat. This man was something else.

Hard staccatoed thrusts are fucked into you and your body can’t help but fall subject to him. Seeing you now, under him, you were a completely different person. Out in the open you’re a badass sadist but here you are a submissive good girl.

“Not so tough are you now, huh?,” Clint was practically hate fucking you and that’s all you needed. You didn’t know you needed it until it was happening, “Wanted to be a bitch at the party but look at you now. You’re my bitch,”

“Oh fuck, yes,” normally you did the bitch calling, but dammit was Clint putting it down. You couldn’t help but be putty in his hands, “Harder. Need it harder,”

He fucked you until you broke free of his thigh grip and tapped out. He pulled out of your throbbing pussy as you wiped your tears trying to catch your breath.

“What are you doing to me?,” you cover your face and laugh.

“I told you I’m not those little ripples you fucked with before and I meant that. You wanted to ride the tsunami so now you get to drown,”

His finger pushed into your soaking pussy and your wetness was absolutely obscene. Your eyes rolled into your head and he hadn’t even started moving yet. He might as well had been drowning you, it was getting hard to breathe as another wave crashed down you, bringing you to yet another orgasm.

“I need you. I need you so fucking bad,”

His hands gripped your hips fighting before he sunk back deep into you, your back arching off the bed and toes curling into the covers. His lips never left your body. Lips wrapped around your brown nipples and sucked until he decided to move to your neck, biting and making sure you would feel him for a few days after.

“You know what I’m gonna do?,” he whispered in your ear

“Cum for me?,”

“Gonna cum hard for you and leave you to stew with your thoughts for days to come. Leave you wanting more,” he moved his hips harder, knocking the air out of you in moans and whimpers, “Gonna have you thinking about how I felt inside you like this. Not even your own hand can make you feel good like I can, you’re gonna have no choice but to come back for more,”

You knew he was right. He already exceeded your expectations at the underground party. Now he was really showing out.

“So you’re gonna cum for me like I want you to and not say a damn thing,” he lifted your legs on his shoulders and went harder, grunting loudly to chase his own orgasm.

“F-fuck fuck fuck!,” your nails dig into his forearms as you came another time, your body entirely spent.

His hips stilled as he came into the condom, panting with a slack jaw, hair sticking to his forehead, tattoos glistening in the glowing red room.

“I’ll call you a cab in the morning,” he simply pulled out of you and went in the bathroom to take a shower. You laid there shocked, usually you’d be the one calling the cab and leaving them to lie there in filth.

He was really something else

———

“Get your head in the game, Thorn!” Amity scolded. You kept forgetting the lyrics with Clint running through your mind, “We have a big show this weekend and there’s a huge prize at stake here,”

“Alright alright, Dusk. Just.. just shut it for a minute!,” sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose before taking a sip of your water.

“Blood, blood, blood

Pour more through my veins

I'm a dirty, dirty girl

I want it filthy”

Muttering the lyrics to yourself you took a deep breath and stood back at the mic. It was a new song and granted, you wrote it, but something else was flooding your mind.

“She’s dickmatized,” Tove snickers and you throw your guitar pick at her

“At least I get some, Luna”

“We all can’t have ethereal pussy like you, Thorn,”

You three barely called each other by your real names now. The stage names stuck and worked as nicknames.

She handed you your guitar pick back and started on the synth again, ready for you to come in.

“I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me

I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me

I hate you for never taking control of me

I hate you for always saving me from myself

I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else

I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge

I hate you for every kind word you ever said

I'll bleed you dry now,”

Your body swayed to the verse before you put your all into the chorus, screaming the lyrics and moving around like you had an audience. You imagined Clint there and that’s when you really started to feel the song. You imagine him in the front row, sweating and smiling at you, jumping up and down, headbanging. God, that would be a sight to see.

The intensity of the song had you thinking about that night and how he ruined you for any other man

“I love you for everything you ever took from me

I love the way you dominate and you violate me

I love you for every time you gave up on me

I love you for the way you look when you lie to me

I love you for never believing in what I say

I love you for never once giving me my way

I love you for never delivering me from pain

I love you for always driving me insane

I'll bleed you dry now”

You felt chills run down your body as you strummed the strings faster and faster, feeling your face heat up. You couldn’t wait to get there out front of a crowd where you’d have a whole crowd screaming out and moshing, fists pumping and eyes glazed over from the drunkenness and inebriation from all the pot.

You end the song with huff and a big smile

“See, all you had to was get your mind in the right place. We’re gonna kill it!,”

“So- was the dick that good? or should I say cock?,” Luna smiled mischievously and made sure to put extra and weird emphasis on the word.

“Coming out of your mouth? Hell no,”

You all sit on the couch and take a break. Creating music was not easy, creating good music wasn’t easy! So giving yourselves breaks was needed, especially with recording and working with modulations and screaming and the instruments, it was all a clusterfuck until it all came together.

“Come oooon, Thorn. Tell uuus, spill the potion,” She pleaded. She always liked to live vicariously through your stories lately, something about a sex fast to keep her energies in check.

“It was different. You know how I am. I barely let anyone touch me but goodness, girls. His hands were just- unreal. They were so rough and experienced. You know I like to be the dominant one but him? He took the wheel. He choked the hell outta me. Dirty talk is A1.. stroke game- it’s like a game of archery and he hits the bullseye every tiiiiime,” you clenched your legs together just thinking about it. You wondered when you’d get to see him again.

“He got a brother? Cousin? Best friend?,” Dusk looks over her glasses at you and sets her cup down.

“I don’t know all of that!,”

“Fuck me sidewaaaays I need some,” Luna screams out into the studio room.

“How far are you in your 100 day sex fast?,” you nudge her.

“Bitch, only day 30,” she sighs, “but it’s for a good cause. My body rejects dick that’s not for me, so I’m protecting her for the time being,”

It made sense- you never really had to worry about that- condoms were always a must- and you never really had a person come into your life that made you not want to use them.

“Your vagina is gonna become depressed,” Dusk adds nonchalantly.

“That’s not possible!”

“Oh but it is,”

They always went back and forth like that. Dusk was like the instigative sibling that was monotone about everything to sound more serious and Luna was like the younger sibling that believed everything and whined while you were like that single parent that had to break them apart.

“Thooooorn, tell her that’s not truuue,” she flung herself back in the chair.

“Sorry, buttercup, read up on it. The vagina can become depressed from lack of sex”

“Listen, I already gotta deal with regular depression now my vagina gotta go through it?!,”

“Just masturbate,”

“Okay okay- enough,” you stand up and laugh at the two, “Let’s get back to work. We still have three other songs to work on for the set list this weekend,”

—————

The crowd was rowdy. You were peeking from behind the curtain and saw the other bands getting them excited for you. Being an all black girl alternative band was already intimidating but headlining a music festival? Yeah that was different.

You stood on side and held your crystal, giving it purpose before you went out on stage and gave it your all.

“Now for the act you’ve all been waiting for” the announcer gets the crowd going and their screams put a smile on your face. You’ve still got a long way to go but you’re proud of how far you’ve come with your band and music. Starting out as a little garageband known as the Hex Girls now you’re here, performing at music festivals.

“Oh no-,” Luna turns to you, “I got the nervous poops again,”

“Well I hope you wore ya diaper because we don’t have time for a potty break,” Dusk tightens her guitar strap and gets ready to walk on stages

“I don’t need a diaper! It’ll pass once we get on stage!,”

“Call of the Vooiiidd!!,”

You adjust your ear piece and pat Luna on her butt, “It’s shooow tiiiime”

The lights were hot as hell, but it helped distract you from the large crowd. They were so excited to see you guys perform though. You used the adrenaline of you being nervous as a charge to get you going. You’ve all put in long hours of hard work and lyrical artistry to be here. The breakdowns, the arguments, broken instruments and wanting to give up on multiple occasions is what got you here. 

You got this.

“We’re Call of the Void,” the screams were like a welcoming hug, comforting in a way and took any fear you had away, “And we’re here to fuck shit up,” 

Dusk came in with the drums and there was no turning back now.

What you didn’t know was that Clint was there. At the first mention of your band being there he had to come and support, he spent days listening to your songs and learning the lyrics just so he could be here today and support you. He spent nights pleasing himself to the sound of your voice growling invigorating lyrics through his headphones. He’d be lying if he said you didn’t run laps in his mind, just like he did in yours. 

He watched you run all around and jump around the stage, getting the crowd going. A mosh pit opened up right behind him and while any other time he’d join in the exhilarating moments of fighting strangers to music, he stayed right where he was to watch you. The way you moved your body was so languid and fluid, the way your lips moved to sing, scream, growl every lyric and modulation had chills running down his body. 

Sure your music was great through headphones, but live was such a better experience, this made him realize why you all got big so fast.

He watched Dusk get wild in the drums, his eyes glistened at the way Luna’s fingers moved on the keyboard and synth. He admired you all, this was a band, he thought. 

You on the other hand, you are having the time of your life and you know this is just the beginning. You stepped to the front of the stage and got low, that’s when you saw him... mouthing your lyrics and smirking at you. 

You got on your hands and knees and crawl to the edge, getting as close to him as possible as he was a couple rows away.

“I know you want me I know you need me But I just wanna fuck”

You wink at him and the crowd only screams louder and Clint can feel himself getting hotter. Not because of the propinquity of the pit, but because you just did that to him. It was like  you could set him on fire but extinguish it at the same time. 

You could give him life yet take it away. 

That was the kind of power you had. 

You ran an entire set, 45 minutes worth of pure adrenaline and sweat. Some people in the crowd suffering from nosebleeds and busted lips and bruising just because your music made everyone that wild. They loved it though because at the end, everyone was left grinning and screaming for an encore. Everyone knew they’d be getting a good sleep tonight.

“Thank you all for the ride,” you were catching your breath as you paced the stage, “You definitely will be seeing and hearing more from us. This is just the beginning,”

You were thankful to have such a diverse fan base, even more blessed to see more alternative people of color like yourself. This is what you wanted. This was a dream come true and it only came true because you had people who believed in you and people who never told you to give up.

“Be safe getting home,” You, Luna and Dusk run off the stage and hug each other, still full of energy.

“That was the beesst show we have ever had!,” Dusk was wiping her forehead and smiling back at you both as if what just happened wasn’t real. But it was real alright. 

“The energy tonight was amaziiiing!,” Luna squealed as she skipped to the trailer, the crystals around her neck creating a small clinking sound every time she landed on the balls of her feet. 

The breeze felt good against your skin as your body finally started to cool down. 

“Thorn,”

You stop in your tracks and the girls turn around at the voice as well. They were almost in the trailer when they saw him walking behind you. 

“Ouuu he’s baaaack,” Luna teases.

“Get ya dumbass inside!,” 

“But I wanna seeee,” 

Dusk pushes her inside the trailer and shuts the door behind the two of them, leaving you and Clint at the steps.

“You killed it out there,” 

“Of course I did,” you sat on the steps and glared up at him. You couldn’t let him onto you, couldn’t let him know that you’d been thinking about him ruining you all over again just like he did only a week ago.

“Let’s not play games or beat around the bush and drop hints hoping the other will catch on,” He stands tall, crossing his arms and looking smug. Damn him, all the other men were just play toys but him? He wasn’t with the shits. He wanted to lay down the law which was completely opposite of what you were used to.

“Not sure what you mean,” you were sure he could read you like a book. You enjoyed remaining an indecipherable code to everyone else but Clint just had this ability to crack the code and everything he found inside was for the taking.

“I’m think you do,” He leaned down and got in your face, noses touching and his eyes boring into yours, “So let’s just be adults and admit we can’t get each other off the other’s mind, yeah?,”:

You really did a number on yourself with this one.

----------

“Try not to need me,” Clint sat down with the team at dinner and explained that he’d be going away for a bit. For what exactly, they didn’t need to know all of that, they just needed to know that they’d have to make due with the resources they have now.

You two had been together for two years and married for about six months now and your band had made it big. He was going on tour with you, after you had done enough begging. In and out the bedroom.

“Why do you always disappear like this?,” Steve couldn’t help but ask. They always ask, it was a game of cat and mouse and he always got away.

“I have other obligations,” Clint always kept his answers short and vague.

“Like?,”

“Like minding my business, Tony,” 

This was the norm. They had no idea what Clint was up to and he made sure Fury kept it that way. Sure you were already big, but the world didn’t need to know you were his wife. You knew about what he did, the avenging by day, rock star husband by day and night. 

“I can’t see anything, guys,” Wanda’s voice gave off a defeated tone, as if she was supposed to succeed in some top secret mission and failed. 

“Really guys? Trying to take a look into my head?,” he eats a piece of pepperoni that fell on his short and shook his head, “That’s a new low,” 

“We just wanna know what you’re hiding from us,” Nat nudges him with her foot.

“Clearly if I’m hiding anything it’s for good reason,” Clint snatches the remote from Sam to turn up the TV to avoid any more conversation, “Now shut up, this episode is great,” 

-

You were at home packing everything into the tour bus. This would be your home again for the next few months. This was your first tor since you’ve all made it big and while it was nerve racking, you wouldn’t give it up and the fact you have a husband now? and he gets to experience this with you? yeah you definitely wouldn’t trade this. 

You have two days left at home before you all hit the road cross country. You told Clint to spend time with his avenging friends. You made a list of everything that you needed and made sure to check it like ten times before setting it to the side. 

You knew Dusk and Luna would wait till the last minute to pack just to whine that they forgot something and have to make a pit stop at the nearest store to get what they need. It was classic them to do so, it’s happened on past trips.

You hear the jingle of Clint’s keys and the heavy patter of his boots coming down the hall just as you set his duffel bag and suitcase by the closet door.

“I love it when you wear my shirts, love the side boob,” 

He always adored you in all your glory, even when your hair was all over the place because you were in between styles. Even when your nail polish was chipped, even when you didn’t feel like shaving any body hair and it was grown out. 

“I thought I told you to spend time with your hero friends,” You stand on his boots to lean up and get a kiss. He tasted like his favorite beer, “You taste like beer, what did I tell you about driving home after drinking?,”

“It was a couple sips before I threw it out and came home because they started badgering me again. So I came home to my wife,” He throws himself back on the bed and kicks off his boots before pulling you into his lap to straddle him.

You love the feeling of his hands on your thighs, just rubbing them so his hands didn’t remain idle. You couldn’t help but kiss him, you’ve missed him lately. All the board meetings and planning and extra time in the studio had separated you two more than you’d like to admit. While you did tell him to spend time with his friends, you were glad he returned home early. 

“Ou, this is new, which one is this?,” his hand reached for your necklace but he drew it back when you slapped it away.

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to not touch another person’s crystals?” You smooth your hands along his chest and give him a look that lacked amusement.

“Well excuuuse me,” his arms wrapped around your thighs so that he could flip you over, “I wanna have coitus with my wife now though and I’d like to choke you out so I’d recommend removing it,”

“Oh.. oh okay,” you raised yourself off the black sheets for a second to remove you necklace and set it on the bedside table, “I’m all yours,”

“Glad we had that talk,” 

You loved to see him smile, especially when his eyes became tiny slits because that indicated how genuine his smile was and hey, it’s you he’s smiling at, of course it’d be genuine.

His hands slipped into the sides of his homemade muscle shirt that you were wearing and his cool rings clashed with the warmth of your pierced nipples as he groped them and rolled them in his hands. You opened your legs wider for him to get closer while his mouth was working on your neck and lips.

Tonight was about to be full of rounds as this was the last time you both would be able to have all types of sex in the comfort and privacy of your own home. You could be as loud as you want. He would be as rough as he wanted without people thinking you were being hurt.

“Take the shirt off, Y/N,” the way his voice rasped always got you going, always ready to let him have his way with you, you loved feeling vulnerable under him because outside of this you were that independent woman who didn’t need a man despite her having a husband and Clint was there to support you independence, but you still appreciated his support and efforts no matter what because sometimes you did need to be brought back down to Earth and he was there.

“Fuck I missed you,” you gasp as his teeth tug on your hardened nipples, barely giving you time to throw the shirt to the side. 

He showed you how much he missed you by burying his face in between your thighs. Feasting on everything you had to offer. You’ve thanked the cosmos over and over for giving you a man who treated you right, stayed in his lane yet supported you and put his foot down when needed aaand delivered a good sex game. He was the perfect package, including all the bits and pieces that made up his own personality. 

“Yes, baby” you spread your legs wider and hold the back of your thighs to watch his tongue move fast against your swollen clit. 

“I will never get sick of the way you taste,” he groaned, staring at your pussy like it was the best meal he’d ever have in his life. He got into it every time, closing his eyes and shaking his head, moaning against you at the juices that flowed for him. 

Those fingers, absolute gifts. Something about getting fingered always had you ready to explode. He moved them fast, made sure to stimulate all parts of you. He never failed to make you whine and your toes curl in the air.

“I want you to cum for me,” 

And what he wants, he gets. You’re moving your hips up against his fingers in a needy little motion with wanton cries and chills running down your body. 

“That’s it,” 

He was so encouraging and it never failed to make your face heat up. You damned him for it from the moment you met him. Clint knew what he was doing, pushing every button, threading the eye of every needle, hitting every target dead set in the center. He just knew.

“C’mon, no more games. I need you,” you pulled on his hair to get him back up to you, “I want it, all night,”

------

Today would be the last day everyone got to see Clint before he went on another hiatus without a word of what he would be doing or so much as a hint to where. For months, again, the team wouldn’t know if he was dead or alive until he popped back up.

Pietro was alone in his room, spending his free time watching your music and behind the scenes videos. 

He was obsessed with your band, but for the most part, just you. The way you’d look into the camera made him feel like you were looking at him. Your hair always sat atop your head like a crown no matter the style. Whether it was your natural big puffs, your individual braids, wigs, locs, anything, he was mesmerized. He was a hardcore fanboy and was not afraid to admit it. 

“I think... I think being spiritual is much more than just trying to stay positive all the time,” 

God, he loved your voice. He loved how low in register it was to others. You sounded so dignified and established, just by talking.

“Honestly, fuck the whole notion that you have to be nice to be seen as spiritual. Sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is put a bitch in her place, I’m not saying be an unwarranted asshole but don’t let people walk over you just because they think you can’t help but be nice” He laughed at the genuine answer, he didn’t know you personal but he felt so close to you, granted you are human, but you just didn’t let the fame get to your head and sometimes he had to remember you were a real life human, 

“Respecting your boundaries is spiritual, not being taken advantage of is spiritual, allowing yourself to feel anger is spiritual. It’s so much more than crystal wearing and sage burning and trying to be happy go lucky. No one can be like that all the time... no matter how hard you want to be, because there’s always that someone that wants to get you out of character,” 

Pietro felt connected to you, he’s never felt like this before. He was never the type to rush to a computer to buy the early bird tickets or the latest merch but here he was, being that person and he didn’t give a damn.

“Piet, time for dinner. Clint’s here and he brought a guest, so clean yourself up,” Wanda threw something at him to get his attention away from the phone but he just grunted while getting out of bed.

“I’ll be out in a biiit,” He shooed her away and fixed his hair and hung up his room shorts for a nice pair of dark jeans. He decided to keep your band’s tee crew neck on, that should be good enough for Clint’s guest. How ‘cleaned up’ did Wanda want him to get? 

Pietro slipped on some shoes and trudged his way into the dining room. He still had his phone in hand watching your videos when he heard the melodic, sultry vibrations of your voice, and not just from his phone, no. You were actually here, sitting down, eating dinner in his home.

He dropped his phone and stood there with his mouth hung open. He was in such a shock he was surprised he didn’t piss his pants in excitement.

“Is he okay?,” you noticed him staring at you and found it weird until you noticed your band name on his crew neck. A fan, interesting. 

“Yeah he’s just obsessed over you,” His sister shrugs and places mash potatoes on her plate, “Piet, sit down and close your mouth. You look silly,” 

“How cute,” 

He turned red at the sound of you calling him cute. You found him cute... you’re seated right in front of him and you called him cute!

Pietro slowly slid into his chair and tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. You’re real.

“Anyway,” Clint cleared his throat and looked around the table to make sure he had everyone’s attention, “Now that everyone is here. This is my wife, Y/N and she’s an artist,”

“You owe me 50 bucks,” Sam points to Natasha and Bucky.

The two groan in in defeat and slap the money in his hands. You found it amusing, they all had a cute little team going here. 

“Babe, this is everyone,” 

Your eyes pan around the room to get a good look everyone, putting a face to a name, you knew who was who just by his vague descriptions from before.

Your eyes stop on Pietro and he’s still looking at you as if he’s seen a ghost. He was honestly adorable and he reminded you of your early days when you’d make men like him your toys. You send him a wink and his yes only get wider.

“Piet stop ogling her!,” Wanda slapped him upside his head and he hissed, sending a glare her way for embarrassing him.

“It’s quite alright,” you smile at the twins and turn to look at Clint who had a brow raised at you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. Before you two even got married, you explained to him that you were in polygamy and he was fine with that. He never really had eyes for another woman and he knew how other times you liked to feel dominant and while that wasn’t his thing, he was willing to let you have that with someone else, but the moment never presented itself, until  maybe... now?

“What?,” you knew he was onto you but you loved playing bashful with him. 

“We’ll talk when we get home,” he tried to hide his smile but it was you he was talking to, hiding his smile was useless. 

“So, Y/N,” Tony cuts in, “What kind of art is it exactly that you do?,” 

You notice the way he’s eyeing you and Tony himself wasn’t sure if he found you odd or if he was fucking with it, either way, he liked it. 

“I make music,” plain and simple, “My childhood best friends and I made a band when we graduated high school, at first we didn’t think we’d honestly get anywhere but we’re about to go on our first tour,” 

Taking a sip of your wine you await a response

“Is that why Clint always disappears? You know to be with your band when you do stuff?,” the one that you believed to be Natasha asked before forking a piece of chicken in her mouth.

“Well I sure hope so or else we have something to talk about,” you nudge Clint and he nudges right back. On the outside, it seemed like you two were that evil, vampire couple that lived in an all black, old fashioned, tall, Victorian style home with a sphynx cat. While the house and cat part was accurate, you were just a normal married couple that lived life with a little stardom.

Pietro would never get tired of your voice, he always repeated that to himself but hearing your voice in person, he never thought it would be possible. You were radiant, aura calming and bright. The tattoos that decorated your skin looked even cooler in person, eyes twinkling even brighter, you were so tall and he loved it. 

You could stomp him out and he’d still say thank you-

“Pietro!,” Wanda slapped him upside his head harder this time, “Stop being weird,”

He cursed himself for saying that out loud. Your presence was just so intoxicating and hypnotizing in the best way possible. He always got nervous around attractive women. 

“You’re just so cute,” you lean forward on the table and just shake your head at him and point to your band’s crew neck that he was wearing, “What’s your favorite song?,”

Pietro felt his mouth go dry. You were talking to him, he had to play it cool, he couldn’t embarrass himself in front of you anymore. He felt his hands get clammy and he felt his eyes burning, he was really about to cry happy tears because you were talking to him.

“All of them,” he croaks

You give a gentle giggle and nod, “If you had to choose one.. what would it be?,”

You found it adorable how still he sat with his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. He licked his lips and moved his jaw up and down as his words got lost.

“I uh... uhm.. i..,”

“It’s okay, take your time,” you encouraged.

Pietro took a deep breath and calmed himself down, “I’d probably choose.. Natural Born Sinner... c-ca- because it’s raw and I like the statement. It’s always the first on my playlist. I just love your voice,” 

You grinned at how he talked as if you were a dream come true. You’ve met plenty of fans over the years but he was the cutest. So pure, so... ruinable. 

“Good choice,” 

Clint chuckled and shook his head at you, you were really something else. You couldn’t be tamed so like the lioness you were, he let you roam and trample what your willing prey.

Dinner went on and much of the conversation consisted of where you’d be performing, who your bandmates were, what your favorite clothing brand was because you definitely inspired Wanda to change her wardrobe. Tony made a mental note to listen to your band. Peter and Bucky wanted to meet your other mate, Sam and Natasha made sure they’d have to look up the price of your tickets because you just seemed so cool and genuine they had to support you. 

All while Pietro had an erection and was thinking of many things to make it go away.

Those sad puppy commercials, washing dishes with wet food, stubbing your pinky toe, ripping a hangnail, a cat hacking up a furball... Y/N has a cat... her name is Obsidian.. Y/N’s eyes are like black obsidian, Y/N is here right now.. .I bet she’d look so good above me... Just look at the way she’s looking at me now.. oh shit she’s looking at me!!

Pietro snapped back into reality and realized his erection had gone away just to come back when you winked at him. He shouldn’t like that- your husband is sitting right there...

“If you guys would like to come see us live one day, I can definitely make that happen,” you lean into Clint and he rubs your arm while everyone looks at you as if you were Oprah saying  “You get a ticket! you get a ticket! everyone gets a ticket!!,”

“Please?!,”

---------

“You made him so nervous,” Clint leaned back in his seat while driving.

“That wasn’t a look of nervousness, babe. I definitely made him horny. I know that look,” 

You’ve seen many give you that look in your life. You made them so nervous they couldn’t help but be turned on and they always begged for you to give it to them.

You heard Pietro’s pleas for sure. 

“I want that one... for sure,” 

The drive back to your house consisted of talks about how you both would work around this arrangement. Clint was totally fine with it, he wasn’t the jealous type plus he knew at the end of the day you were his wife. He knew you loved it when he took control and while he changed your life, your dominant side itched to come out and now it finally does, as long as Pietro is 1000% sure. You were presented with the best of both worlds as a switch and now you were so close to holding the two in your grasp.

“You’re acting like he’s a puppy or a new toy,”

He might as well be... please daddy I promise I’ll be nice,” you tease and beg like a child.

“I’ll see what I can do, sweet pea,”

---------

Today was the day, you were all packed and ready to go, but you and Clint had to make one pit stop before heading to Dusk and Luna’s house where the tour bus would meet you.

You had your braid up in a knot and sunglasses on, leather jacket spiked, skirt short and boots tall. You looked irresistible.

“Clint.. Y/N- waddaya doing here?,” Steve asked when he sees you two get off the elevator. 

“Where’s the nervous one?,” you question, wanting to get straight to the point. 

“Pietrooo!,” Clint called out and Pietro zoomed into the foyer and almost ripped when he saw you looking down at him.

“Y-you’re back,” already a stuttering mess he was.

“Yeah, got any plans over the next few months besides fanboying over me?,” you pop your gum and Piet could have busted a nut right then and there with the way your eyebrow coked up over the rim of your glasses. 

“J-just missions,”

“Great. I pardon you. So waddaya say you come with tour with me?,”

Pietro’s ears began ringing. There’s no way he just heard you correctly, right? Oh but he did hear you right. 

“You’re joking?,” 

“Do I look like I’m joking?,”

No, not you do not look like you’re joking and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Clint is just standing there, smug as ever.

“I’d... hell yeah I’d love to,”

You smile how how much thicker his accent had gotten from the excitement but you just nod and turn on your heels, 

“You have fifteen minutes to be in the lobby before we head out,”

God you looked so good walking away. Clint pushed him in the direction of his room, “Get a move on. We’re on a time schedule,”

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Even two months into traveling with you and Clint it still doesn’t seen real that he’s here. Experiencing you perform live was so surreal he couldn’t help but go into his hotel room or bunk and blow one after every show you all had. 

Luna knew he had a crush on you and she always teased him for it

“You better hold Clint doesn’t find out. He’s gonna kill you,” 

She didn’t mean it seriously. She just liked to see him flustered. It was adorable to hear him stutter and try to lie saying he doesn’t see you that way, he’s just a friend of Clint’s who admires the band. 

“Luna leave him alone. If Clint definitely knows... that’s why he’s here,” Dusk adjusts her ear piece backstage before it’s show time. The team would be here to see this one so he’d have to go out soon to meet them and take them to the front to the VIP rows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?,” He was always confused and could never read between the lines. You have given subliminal hints the entire starting from the night you met him but he still hasn’t gotten it. 

Tonight would change that.

“Piet, they’re here. Head out front now,” Clint peeked his head out from your dressing room and noticed the way his pants were unbutton and his hair was a mess. God, he wishes that was him. 

It was no secret that before performance sex was a common ritual with you two, one time he heard it and had to go to the bathroom to situate himself.

“Pietro! you hear me?,”

“Uh,” he snaps back to the present and nods his head feverishly, “Yeah, yeah,”

He rushed to meet everyone. Wanda clearly took a page from your book and used you as inspiration for her outfit. Everyone else looked kind of normal, save for Bucky who hard dark liner around his eyes and was wearing one of your band tees with the sleeves cut off, black pants and boots. He fit in with the crowd perfectly and didn’t give a damn if Sam made fun of him for it, he knew he looked good and Pietro had to admit such a truth.

“I’m so excited!,” Wanda spray dyed her hair black and had it in cute pigtails so as she jumped up and down the pigtails moved back and forth. She wore a cropped band tee with a skirt that was decorated with chains and a pair of ripped tights and a pair of tall platform boots, much like yours.

“You think if I crowd surf people are gonna keep me afloat?,”

“Tony, I think it’d be in everyone’s best interest if you don’t crowd surf,” Natasha shook her head and laughed as they followed Pietro into the arena.

“Well why not?,”

“Because I want to crowd surf. This crowd isn’t big enough for the both of us,”

“Oh but it is,” 

They went back and forth about who should be the one to get to crowd surf as if the arena wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

“I’m gonna head back, I’ll be back before the show starts,” 

Pietro books it backstage and sits in Luna’s dressing room knowing he would hear you and Clint perfectly. 

He could hear the slapping of your skin and the little whimpers you tried to hold back. God you sounded delicious. If only that were him making you feel good, or at least if only he got to sit in there and watch you get fucked before you went out on stage ans used all that good energy and put your all into your show like you always do.

“Right there, right there,”

He loved to hear you beg but he really just want you to make him beg. He wants to be the one making you feel good. He wants you to use him for your own pleasure. His wants were insatiable when it came to you. He you to want him, wanted you to make him your little play toy. But he was too nervous to do admit that.

He had confidence with the girls his age, but those girls are not you. You’re a woman, a goddess, so it made sense that you made him feel so small and he loved it.

“That’s my girl, cum for me,”

If only Pietro could jerk off right now, so he sufficed with palming himself through his jeans. He couldn’t make noise or else the jig would be up. 

“Yes, yes, yes!,”

You sounded so breathless. He imagined how good you looked with your legs spread open on the table, breasts bouncing, mouth hung open because every sensitive spot his being hit. 

On the other side of the wall, Clint’s mouth was suckling on your nipples hungrily, growling every time you clenched around him. Your hands ran through his hair and you felt yourself about to cum all over again. 

“You feel so good, baby,” you kissed his cheek as you cum around him. He fills you to the hilt before cumming deep inside of you. 

While the act of fucking before a show would tire anyone else out, it always gave you more energy and made you feel like you could run a marathon.

Pietro on the other hand was pleading to himself for you guys to not be done already. He needed to hear more, he needed more. 

“No, no. nooo,” he whispered to himself.

“10 minutes til show time!,”

Pietro heard your manager yell down the hall. 

“Fuck” he sighed. He was so defeated and knew he wouldn’t be able to get there right now. So he thought horrible things to make his dick go down before heading out to the team to wait for you guys to come out on the stage and get everyone riled up.

“You look flushed,” Sam points at his face, “You okay,”

“Dandy,”

They all talked and waited around while time dwindled down before the show began. His nerves were getting the best of him and he wasn’t sure why. All he had to do was stand here and enjoy your music. Which he always did but tonight just felt different.

*Listen to Sexual Hallucination by In this Moment*

The smoke started to fill the stage and the Luna began playing on the keyboard and synth. Everyone immediately got quiet and payed attention,”

“Red lips, a sinister toongue,” 

The way you breathe, the way you whispered into the mic had Pietro whining. He just wanted one taste of you, just one taste and he would be fine. 

“(I'll taste you until I can't),”

No one expected Clint to come out on stage, so just imagined how their jaws dropped when his voice flooded through the speakers and and he slowly walked onto the stage.

“Our trip has just begun (I'll fly with you til the end) Psychotic voice (You are in my veins now) And there's no denying (There's no denying) As we both burst into flames”

It didn’t take long for everyone to begin singing along.

The way you had your back up against Clint’s chest and moved your hips to the flow of the song had Pietro’s mouth watering and this was only the first song of the damn set. How was he gonna make it through the set? How was he gonna make it through another four months?

“You watch me come undone (It makes me want you more) I'm crawling into the unknown (I'll follow you to the core) I feel like I'm dying (I'm right beside you) You whisper, "we're flying" (There's no denying) We both converge as one”

Pietro couldn’t even sing along, he could only stand there and enjoy the sight of you. You noticed him though. Often times throughout the song you’d make eye contact with him and you could see his eyes flutter. 

Tonight he made the decision that he couldn’t keep these yearnings to himself anymore, he had to say something. 

Tonight you made the decision to turn him out. You couldn’t take him being oblivious anymore.

You wanted him and he needed you.

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Bucky found himself in a mosh pit and got a bloody nose, Steve and Bruce took their shirts off and threw it on stage, Natasha and Tony both got their turns to crowd surf. Sam met a pretty little lady and went somewhere with her, Wanda lost her voice from screaming along with you and her eyeliner smudged. But Pietro was just standing there thinking about how he could tell you he wants to sleep with you without Clint beating his ass.

“We can’t thank you all enough for coming out tonight and supporting us and having fun,”

It was the end and you were sweating bullets, pacing the stage and talking to the crowd before it was time to leave.

“We can’t thank you all enough for making the dreams of three black women come true. Especially in a white male dominated genre. Had you told us when we were four. five years old that we’d be famous, we probably wouldn’t believe you because it seemed so impossible but here we are.. and it seems so surreal,”

You smiled at the screams from the crowd while Dusk and Luna said their piece and you all waved to the crowd before heading backstage where your crew and manager all congratulated you on another smooth show.

“Babe, that was amaziing!!,” Clint lifted you into the air and twirled you around before you wrapped your legs around his waist and kisses him. He hugged you tight despite you being sweaty and gross.

“Thank you! You did great out there. I bet they’re gonna ask for more collaborations with us,”

“And that’s something I’d be willing to do,” 

Striking the stage took forever and packing up took even longer. The ride back to the hotel wasn’t that bad though and his team members met you all there where you all cleaned up and relaxed.

“They didn’t have music like that when I was growing up. It was so invigorating!,” Steve talked like a kid who just met their favorite superhero. 

“I gotta ask-,’ Tony pipes up

“Uh oh”, “Oh no”, “Maybe you shouldn’t” was heard all around the room and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shoot,”

“It’s not that bad,” He rolled his eyes, “What’s the significance behind your band name? and why the change?,”

The question was valid, you’re surprised no one asked you the question sooner. 

“Hex Girls was like the baby and babies grow,” Luna smiled as she scooted closer to Bucky. She’d had her eyes on him for a while now and he seemed to be feeding into it, “It’s like Pokemon evolution. You start off small and cute until you evolve into something bigger and more badass with a larger impact,”

Tony nods in understand but looks as if he has more to ask, “What does Call of the Void mean though?

You take a sip of your wine and think of a way to explain it to him. 

“You know how when you’re on top of a building and just feel like jumping but without any protective gear? You know how sometimes you’re driving and just feeling swerving into the other lane? or when you’re blending something and feel like putting your hand in the blender to see what would happen even though you already know how it would end?,”

“Yeah.. but I don’t do that,” 

“Exactly,” you nod, “It comes from the french phrase ‘l’appel du vide’ which translates to call of the void,” 

Everyone else is still looking as if they don’t understand so Dusk takes it upon herself to explain further.

“Call of the Void is where you have self-destructive thoughts even though you’d never actually do them. It’s a sort of miscommunication in the brain. It’s really your brain kind of sending a warning signal like ‘be careful’ and it makes you take a step back or snap back into reality so you take notice of your surroundings,”

You point at her as a way to confirm her statement, “Now call of the void can be classified as suicidal thoughts but it’s honestly a phenomenon. People who experience this phenomenon aren’t necessarily suicidal rather, the experience of high place phenomenon may reflect their sensitivity to internal cues and actually affirm their will to live,”

You hear ouuu’s and aaahhh’s around the room before a clap of hands. 

“Okay well we got an early flight to catch so I say it’s about time we turn in for the night,” Steve says to everyone.

They all agree and say goodnight while leaving and you notice Luna and Bucky leaving together and going to her room. You shake your head at the two until you see Pietro get up

“Where do you think you’re going?,” you ask.

He turned around and noticed how beautiful you look with a bare face and your hair tied up in a wild bundle of colorful braids.

“I- I was..”

“Sit down and stay a while. We have a lot to talk about,” you pat the spot beside you and laugh at the way he takes slow steps towards you and sits down.

“Is everything okay?,” 

“You seemed really tense tonight,” 

Clint sat back and rubbed your legs that stretched across his lap.

“Did you not enjoy the show?,”

“N-no I did-,”

“I mean the other show, Piet,”

His breath hitches and his eyes get buggy. He knew exactly what you were talking about and he wondered how the hell you knew!

“I didn’t mean to-,”

You skin felt so good on his when your fingers ran down his cheek while shushing him.

“We wanted you to hear. Don’t be shy. I know you’ve been getting frustrated,” You sat up straight and scooted closer, “You had to have known why I invited you on tour with us... or are you just that oblivious?,”

“I’m just that oblivious,” he whispered.

Your hands ran through his hair and and tugged at the roots causing him to let out a breathy moan. He sounded beautiful.

“Clint, baby. Give us some space, will ya?,”

He grunted as a yes and kissed you before leaving for the bedroom, “Don’t worry, man. You have my blessing,”

That made Pietro calm down instantly. Once you heard the bedroom door shut, you straddled Pietro’s lap and ran your hands all over his body. 

“I like it when you look at me like you need me,” you nip on his earlobe and he lets out an unintentional whine which went straight to your core. You loved it when they sounded helpless.

“Because I do?,”

You pouted a small smile and gripped his cheeks in your hand, “You think you can take it?,” 

His breath shuttered and he blinked really fast, trying to comprehend that you were really sitting in his lap

“No but... I need you. I’ve been wanting you for so long I just-,”

He was taken aback when you kissed him with such force it knocked the wind out of him. Your tongue pushed its way into his mouth and he was kissing you as if it was his last and only chance to do so. His hands landed on your thick thighs and he rutted up into you.

“I want you to lie back on this couch and eat my pussy while I sit on the pretty face. You hear me?,”

“Yes ma’am,” 

You stood up and pushed him down on the couch. You undressed yourself in a rush and climbed over top of his face. He was ready, mouth already open, tongue resting on his lip.

“Be a good toy and eat it,” You pulled him by his hair and he buried his tongue deep inside you, working you, handing kneading your ass while he made sure not to disappoint you.

“Fuck, that’s good. Yeah, give me more,”

Damn you tasted so good. He basked in your flavor. This is what he wanted, you smothering him in your pussy, chasing your high.

His slurping could be heard through the living room but he didn’t care. The sight of you above him, tugging at the metal bars that pierced your pretty brown nipples had his dick leaking precum. 

“That’s iiit. Make me cum,” you directed.

You thrust yourself into his mouth and hold his head there as you finally cum, “Take my sum like a good boy,” 

He happily slurped up every drop, he’d never been with anyone who got this wet. Strings of your cum on your pussy connected to his lips and he greedily licked them up.

“Take your dick out,” 

You stood up and got on your knees in front of the couch and made him sit up. Your mouth felt perfect on his mouth. You were like a sex goddess and he was having a hard time containing himself. You got so sloppy your spit was dripping down his balls. You gagged unapologetically and rolled his sac in your hand. 

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so good. That feels so good!,”

He braced himself against the couch and tried not to buck his hips up but his legs were shaking like crazy. 

You used your dripping spit as lubrication and swirled it around his pink puckered hole. This had him shook, but he didn’t know shook until  you pushed your finger in and his a spot in him that he didn’t even know he had.

“Oh.. God!,”

Your mouth didn’t let up and your finger was thrusting in him at a pace he couldn’t comprehend. His legs were hiked up he felt like a little bitch but that was fine because it was you making him the little bitch, this is what he wanted.

“I’m gonna cum,” His eyes were in the back of his head and his body trembled when you pulled away from him. You pulled your finger out of him and removed your mouth.

“You’re gonna fuck me until you can’t think straight, now. You hear me?,”

“Please. That’s all I want,”

He was so needy and responsive, you made a good choice picking this one.

You lied back on the couch with your legs wide open,rubbing your clit. He admired your pussy. You weren’t completely shaven but it wasn’t wild either, your pink clit stuck out from under it’s good, and your brown lips called out for him. 

“Get moving, Piet,”

“Yes, Ma’am,”

He aligned himself at your entrance and prayed he would prematurely bust. When he pushed in he whimpered to the point tears came to his eyes. 

You felt so good it was unreal. You loved with way his slim cock felt inside of you, was a different sensation from Clint’s thick uncut cock. 

“Make me cum then you can get yours, baby,”

He braced himself on the arm of the couch and went wild. Your legs up on his shoulders and encouraging and praising him. He felt invincible. He was fucking a rock star, better yet, the rock star he’d been fanboying over for so long. 

He made sure to hit deep, knowing that’s how you like it from hearing you with Clint.

You pulled him down for a kiss and bit his bottom lip, making him groan in your mouth, “You’re doing so good fucking me like this, I’m so close,” 

He loved being at your disposal. He lost it when you started fucking him back and clawing at his shoulders. His momentum picked up because he was so close. His hips became a blur as the skin slapping filled the room.

“Yes, yes, yeeess! Make me cum,” you pushed him back and rode him into the sunset. He could barely catch his breath as he felt your pussy hug him in tighter while you began cumming. He’d never been with a women who could squirt, so you could imagine the hungry look on his face when it started happening, all because of him. He bucked his hips up harder to make you squirt harder and he felt his balls twitch with an impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, can I cum? Please let me cum,”

You sat up off of him and used your hand to get him there. He was a squirming, mewling mess, and turned red when white ropes of cum shot up into the air and landed on his stomach. He covered his face and you giggled, knowing he just blew the biggest load he’s ever blown.

“Good boy,” You trail kisses on his chest and lick up the mess he made of himself. You shush him and massage his body until he’s calm and breathing evenly. He kept thanking you over and over.

“I reckon it went well?,”

Clint comes back with snacks and smiles a the post sex mess you two are. 

“Yeah... I definitely plan on keeping him,”

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