#she was cute too but i refuse to flirt-flirt with people when they're at work

[jtownraindancer]

daily affirmation from the girl at wendy's who was obsessed with my hair and got starry eyed when (after being asked) i told her i chopped it myself

[maybeagoodwriter]

Marvel Characters Gender and Sexuality Headcanons (Part 1).

Characters: Thor Odinson, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff.

Bonus Characters: Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes.

Author's Note: I hope you like this! It took me a few days to be happy with on top of going on a two-day trip. Sorry for the wait!

Thor Odinson.

Thor is cisgender and uses he/him pronouns. He isn't labeled when it comes to sexuality, though. He's attracted to all genders but finds labels a little suffocating and hindering. Nobody labels their gender or sexuality on Asgard, so he doesn't see it as necessary. He doesn't often have romantic experiences with men, though, as they're usually intimated by him or denying their attraction to him to protect their own fragile masculinity.

Steve Rogers.

Steve is cisgender and uses he/him pronouns. He is bisexual, something that really had no label back in the 1940's. He just knew that he had a crush on the guy who worked at the corner store and the young nurse at the hospital. He tried hiding it from everybody, scared for his own safety, but his mom and Bucky eventually found out, both being extremely supportive. He was glad his mom knew before her passing, though.

Bruce Banner.

Bruce is non-binary and uses he/they pronouns with no preferences between the two sets of pronouns. He's never felt like he fit into one specific box, instead being somewhere in the middle when it comes to gender. Hulk, on the other hand, is strictly male but supportive of Bruce when they're not arguing with each other. Bruce doesn't often tell people about the nuances of his gender. It's a very personal thing to him and he'd rather only tell the trusted people in his life. He is also openly pansexual and demi-sexual, though he's too shy and nervous to flirt most times.

Tony Stark.

Tony is cisgender and uses he/him pronouns. He experimented with gender when he was in college, making sure to keep it far away from the press, but eventually decided that he's perfectly fine with what he's got going on already. Tony, like Bruce, is also pansexual. He messed around with guys when he was in high school and college but didn't admit to himself that he found them attractive until decades later, a few years before he became Iron Man.

Clint Barton.

Clint is cisgender and uses he/they pronouns. Unlike Bruce, he prefers he/him over they/them but identifies with both. He didn't really think of gender until after he met Laura and started learning more about himself. He still doesn't care very much. Clint is straight but has kissed a few guys before, mainly on bets or dares. He didn't hate it but wouldn't do it for fun either. He never went pass making out with guys before and doesn't care to, especially not when he has Laura.

Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha doesn't really have a set gender, though she does use she/her and they/them. Growing up in The Red Room didn't lend itself for very many learning experiences. They only thought about her own gender when Clint told her about his discoveries about himself and their gender. They, like Clint, doesn't really care. She'll tell people if they ask but won't if they don't. Natasha is bisexual. They prefer women over men due to her trauma surrounding intimacy with men but won't deny herself a relationship with a man they truly love, even if it takes a bit more work in her mandated therapy sessions.

Loki Laufeyson.

Loki is openly genderfluid, his pronouns changing by the day, week, or even month. They refuse to date someone who won't accept them just the way they are, at least when it comes to gender and sexuality. Loki is also bisexual. She doesn't care if the person he loves is male, female, or somewhere in the middle, as long as they're cute and able to get into some trouble.

James "Rhodey" Rhodes.

Rhodey is cisgender and uses he/him pronouns. Back in college, he experimented with gender a few times, sometimes even wearing a dress to some lectures to get attention off of Tony whenever he was wearing eyeliner or a slightly more feminine outfit. He knows without a doubt, though, that he prefers more stereotypical masculine outfits. Rhodey is straight, too. He probably kissed a guy once when drunk, maybe it was even Tony, but it's not really his thing.

[thelordofgifs]

A WILD FINARFIN APPEARS!!!

i really loved this chapter! Lúthien in her Finrod era is everything. And she's making friends 😩😩😩 my poor little baby she is everything to me and Also it looks like she's ready to return to her old maia shenanigans i like it

Morwen beloved i feel you... bright people can be So tiring sometimes

finarfin showed up and i was like HECK YEAH!!! THE MAN THE MYTH THE ULTIMATE POLL LOOSING CURSE BEARER!!! you have my permission to put him in the spinner and make him pathetic though he is very pathetic already. poor guy :(

eärwen is so everything to me!! i love my women angry and sad and bitter thank you

FINDUILAS AND CELEBRIMBOR ARE SO BABY I'M HOLDING THEM GENTLY IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM I'M BURNING THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND

all in all amazing chapter!! fantastic work beloved

p.s. the russingon section is. hmm. i'm not sure i want to know how their dirty talk sounds like- they're so sad and doomed. poor babies. why can't they just have nice things. just make their vassals suffer their shameless flirting over war maps i'm sure that won't end badly at all

p.p.s. "we should move our armies here and here it would make fighting against morgoth much easier" - "omg babe that was so hot" - "i know 😏"

thank you you are the bestest ❤️❤️❤️ writing that Finarfin section like hmmmm… which of my mutuals might this appeal to… a mystery unfortunately…

Anyway yes Lúthien is very much in her Finrod era (“mortals are so cute and they’re all going to die OH NO”) and we love her for it. Writing her and Morwen was very interesting to me – I wanted them to have a difficult relationship without falling into any “women hating each other” clichés, so I’m really glad some people liked that! Lúthien is canonically So Much – incredibly powerful, terrifying to all villains, half the characters in her story fall in love with her at first sight – and I think the flipside of that is that she can be pretty exhausting for someone reserved like Morwen! (I read Morwen as autistic – very much inspired by @outofangband’s wonderful headcanons of course – and Lúthien is unintentionally triggering a lot of Morwen’s sensory issues.)

Eärwen is so fascinating to me because I think canonically she must have found her children’s decision to go on with the march so hard to deal with – and they were even planning to use the stolen ships her people had been killed for, before Fëanor quite literally set fire to that plan! I’ve always thought she would have a hard time reconciling with Finrod when he returned to life (and her other sons, but I think Finrod returned first); his own kin were killed at Alqualondë and yet he eventually made nice with his cousins!

In tfs Finrod’s refusal to come forth from Mandos for Celegorm’s sake is a Significant Plot Point, even if it’s one I don’t give too much attention to. The sacred right of refusal… the idea that you can be given a blessing from the gods themselves and yet choose to throw it away… these are themes that are going to recur. (Partly why in recent parts Fingon has been thinking about Eagles, and what the favour of the Valar means.) But! The flipside of Finrod’s decision is kind of an ugly one. Eärwen has every right to her bitterness! She sees this as Finrod once again choosing his Noldor kin over his Telerin kin, and the betrayal really stings. I will confess that I am not entirely sure how this is all going to pan out, but politics in Aman are going to have Ripples as a result of Finrod’s choice.

As for russingon – look this is my murder warlord OTP and I adore them. I think they’re both drawn to the other’s violent streak, and they do genuinely find military strategy talk very very sexy. Weirdos (affectionate). Whenever I write one of these conversations between them, I have to be sure never to suggest that, for example, Fingon’s hotness distracts Maedhros from the military talk – the military talk is itself hot to Maedhros (and vice versa). I find them so funny and so tragic ok.

[lollytea]

I finished There's sunshine in your smile and now i want no i NEED that "what if im at the other side of this staff" fight because i just know it would be the most cute and violent fight ever, like they would make their better moves and attacks but they would miss on purpose, i just know that they are gonna be in a similar position that Hunter and Amity at the end of their fight, but instead of the threat Willow it's gonna touch Hunter's nose making a "boop!" sound or something and he is gonna blush and she is gonna laugh making him blush again cause their are dumb and i love them and yes

Sunshine was written post ASIAS and pre HM when I really had no idea where Hunter's character arc was gonna go and how much of a strain his loyalty to Belos was going to put on his friendship with Willow. (At the time Willow was the person he was closest to. His bonds with Luz and Gus strengthened afterwards.) So I was really just taking a shot in the dark. Which works cuz Hunter and Willow had no idea what was going to happen either. Though they were trying to ignore everything because they both desperately wanted to keep this connection between them, deep down, they knew their respective alliances and beliefs would probably come back to bite them in the end. They knew this friendship seemed easy at the time but it had a chance of getting very difficult and they might inevitably have to break it off. And no matter how much they tried not to think about that, they had to acknowledge it at some point.

So I feel like this hypothetical conflict they brought up would be more sad than cute. Devastating really.

Remember at the beginning of LR how ready Willow was to capture a scout and interrogate them? But then later in the episode she had the fucking Golden Guard of all people. Literally nobody more perfect to get information out of. But what did Willow do? She hung back and allowed the others to handle that job instead. She avoided eye contact with him. She pretended she didn't see him. From Willow's limited knowledge of Hunter's loyalty at that time, she knew it wouldnt be the right move to trust him. But she still couldn't bring herself to be the one who confronted him. She would rather sit this one out.

So Willow absolutely would not want to fight Hunter. However if she was left with no other option, if he posed a threat to her family and friends, she would have take matters into her own hands and do something about him.

Hunter worried that though Willow was very strong, he didn't know enough about her to be sure she wouldn't go easy on him. That scared him to think about. He tried to warn her not to because Hunter was certain that if he was left with no other option than to fight her, he wouldn't go easy on her and he really really didn't want to kill her. He needed her to fight and keep herself alive. However, Hunter swearing he won't go easy on someone and then proceeding to go easy on them has happened before. In Hunting Palismen when he sarcastically said "You think I'll just let you walk away with them?" And then he DID. And this was Luz, who Hunter didn't even know that well. If he couldn't bring himself to fight her honestly, he would most definitely have problems fighting Willow.

Two kids who would rather do anything else than fight each other. However two kids with very firm motivations that they refuse to go against. So if they did fight it WOULD be a huge blow out of a battle. But yes they would still be holding themselves back. Lots of subconsciously deliberate misses when they get too close to kill shots.

If Hunter and Willow ever had to fight, the circumstances would be too grim for the silliness and flirting they had in the garden.

HOWEVER based on the way things have canonically gone? If they're having spars in the Human Realm forest then yes it is EXACTLY as fierce and as cute as you described.

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Sister's Best Friend

Carol Danvers X Natasha's Sister Reader Smut

Word count: 3,589

Includes: fingering, oral and face sitting

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You groaned as you heard your sister's bed hitting the wall repeatedly and the occasional loud moan. She really had no shame, or consideration.

It was annoying enough for you that she was interrupting Teenage Bounty Hunters but did she really have to give you this reminder of how single you were? It had been way too long since you got laid.

It was rare to have the opportunity to spend time with your sister. Her work life as an Avenger dug into her personal life big time but despite being a huge work-o-holic, Natasha refused to ever let it ruin the irreplaceable relationship you too had.

So of course you had lept at the chance to go away with her for a week. You knew she was going to bring Wanda; you weren't mad at that though, in fact you were ecstatic because you loved to see your sister in the company of someone she was able to connect with in ways no one else could. They made each other happy, and it made you happy to see. (Although you weren't appreciating hearing the evidence of their sex life.)

But your sister had failed to inform you Carol would also be staying with you. You knew a lot people would give their left arm to be in Carol's company for a week. But you had had a crush on the blonde hero for so long you struggled to be around her without becoming a flustered mess.

Nat knew this. Everyone who knew you knew this. Except Carol. It was hard to cover up the intense blushing and stumbling of words that only occurred when Carol was flirting or just being near you.

Despite Nat's constant teasing about it and pushing you to do something about your crush on her friend, you knew nothing would ever come of it. Carol seemed like a worse work-o-holic than Nat. Definetly not someone who was looking for a relationship. At least, that was what you had assumed.

With a heavy sigh, you turned up the volume on the television but the thudding continued to echo around the house making you cover your ears with your hands and stare at the television.

"Fuck her and her great sex life." You mumbled begrudgingly but froze when you heard a familiar laugh that made your stomach flip.

"You never heard them before?" Carol asked as she leant against the door frame and looked at you with an amused grin.

You had to remind yourself to breathe for a moment as you realized your crush was standing a foot away from you in only an oversized shirt and shorts that you couldn't see. It was only an assumption she even had them on.

You blushed slightly and stared at the tv again - afraid she would notice that your gaze had lingered a little too long on her long, toned legs, afraid she somehow knew you had imagined those legs around your head for a split second.

"Er no." You laughed nervously. What the fuck was wrong with you?! Carol may be an enhanced human, but she was still human. You should be able to function around a human, even if she was illegally hot.

You were caught off guard when Carol slumped down on the sofa next to you; her shirt riding up enough for you to realise she was not, in fact, wearing shorts. You gulped and figited slightly on the sofa.

"I've lost count but my god it doesn't get any less annoying. They're always sneaking off at parties thinking no one can hear, they're lucky I always distract people to another area so they never get busted. Not even a thank you." Carol huffed before glancing at the TV that was showing some sort of action scene now, it was hardly something you were going to pay attention to now.

"She can be inconsiderate." You nodded. "One time I made extra cookies and without even asking she just took the extra ones." You recalled sadly, still mourning the loss of that perfect batch.

You instantly stopped when you realised the two things had zero correlation and you must have appeared just as annoying as your sister to Carol. But when you glanced over at her you saw she was smiling at you in that impossibly cute way made the smile lines around her eyes prominent.

"You must have been livid." She joked. You could only nod.

Your conversation had apparently come to an end and the only thing filling the silence was the TV and the occasional moan. At least the bed had stopped thudding.

You suddenly wondered if Carol felt uncomfortabke being there. Did she want to leave? Should you offer to drive her? You glanced over at her only to see she was already looking at you. Studying you. As though those piercing brown eyes could see every inch of your soul. You felt extremely nervous under her gaze and you hated the familiar feeling of your face heating up. Yet you couldn't help but sneak a glance back at the blonde woman.

She had a mischievous smirk across her lips that made her look more kissable than usual. You gulped as she shifted closer to you on the sofa while you kept your eyes glued to the tv, even when you felt her soft fingers dance lightly on your leg.

You wanted to melt from the simple touch because - unlike her - you were wearing shorts and having your legs crossed made them rise up way too much.

Her warm breath tickled your neck and sent goosebumps throughout your body and left your core throbbing for attention. You hated that it was so easy for her to have that effect on you.

Carol's fingers become a little less light and were now starting to caress your lower thigh. Your breathing increased rapidly along with your need for her but you didn't dare voice those thoughts. Even when her palm came into contact with your skin and pressed down firmly.

"Do I make you nervous, y/n?" She whispered into your ear softly and you couldn't respond. You couldn't get yourself to produce any words as you were so caught up in the movements from her hand.

Carol chuckled slightly and you felt your body become weak from the simple sound. She bit down on your earlobe softly and you had to bite on your lip to stop a moan escaping your mouth.

The gorgeous woman pulled away slightly to look you dead in the eye and your breath caught in your throat. Her eyes seemed darker than usual; as though she was planning a crime in her head and you found yourself thinking you would go along with whatever she asked of you.

Her brown eyes travelled down your face and once they arrived at your lip that was still captured between your teeth she groaned in frustration.

Before you could question what she was doing she pushed you down and pinned you against the arm rest of the sofa. You winced at the pain in your back but found the heat between your legs ignite like a fire and couldn't stop the slight moan.

You widened your eyes in shock at what you'd done but quickly shut them when you felt her soft lips collide with your own. She kissed you desperately, as though she was finally getting something she had wanted for a long time and you didn't hesitate to return the pace and even laced your fingers in her long, silky hair. You tried to push her towards you more but she pulled away to your disappointment.

"Fuck. Finally." She muttered as she positioned herself to straddle your waist then returned to you. Except her lips went past your own and instead attached them to your neck.

You moaned loudly as you felt her come into contact with your sweet spot so quickly. She took this with a new kind of vigour and bit down on the spot making you grip her hair harshly.

The blonde hero then sucked on your skin and you didn't question it for a moment, too caught up in the feeling of her lips against your own and wondering how amazing it would feel if she did that motion somewhere else.

When she pulled away she gazed down at your neck with a proud smirk and traced the mark gently with her finger then kissed you on the lips quickly.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She said with a slight laugh.

"Kiss me?" You asked hopefully and she nodded as she leant back to sit on your waist.

"That and mark you as mine." You couldn't help but get extremely turned on at her words. "I've wanted you for the longest time now, y/n." She admitted with confidence as she played with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly to exposed the lower half of your stomach.

She put both hands on your stomach and ran them across the exposed skin. It felt like you were on fire. The contact was one you had craved from her for a while.

"Me too." You said breathlessly, still not over how her lips had felt against my neck. Carol caught onto this and tore her gaze away from your stomach to look at you.

"Breathless already?" You blushed at her question and turned your head to the side.

She moved to lay against you and kissed your jaw as her hands wondered up your shirt, your mind too clouded to remember you weren't wearing a bra under your bed clothes.

However, this fact was brought to your attention when you felt her soft hands cup your breasts under your top. Your eyes shot open and she moaned slightly against you as she felt your hardened nipples that were begging to be touched by her.

She granted their wish and pinched them lightly between her thumb and finger making you moan out in response. She did all this while kissing down your neck again and leaving more hickeys on either side.

Your back arched slightly from the attention and you pulled her face towards yours to kiss her again. She happily obliged to this and bit down softly on your lip. You moaned slightly and parted your lips to let her tongue roam your mouth. Your tongues danced together before Carol's tongue brushed along your teeth and the roof of your mouth, only pulling away to breath before attaching your lips again.

Her hands wondered back down your stomach and rested at the hem of your shorts. You were caught off guard by her hand wondering further only to pull the elastic of your panties towards her and let them go so they snapped against your skin.

You whimpered a little at the motion making Carol smirk against you. She started to massage your upper thighs firmly, occassionly letting her fingers under your shorts only to retract soon after.

You were starting to get frustrated at the repetitive action, wanting her fingers to go further and stay there.

Carol tapped either side of your hips lightly and it took you a moment to understand what she meant. You lifted your hips slightly and moaned when you felt your cores rub together for a split second. Carol pulled your shorts down to your ankles and flung them across the room, not caring about them now they were separated from you.

She stopped kissing you to look at your now bare legs and rested her hand on your panties, letting her finger dip slightly to feel the outline of your pussy lips and the soaked fabric that covered them.

Carol groaned when she realised how wet you were and looked up at you with a dark glint in her eye that was unmistakably lust.

"Is this all for me?" She whispered as she rubbed you through your panties making you squirm slightly beneath her, hating that there was a barrier between you.

"Yes." You breathed out and tried to push your hips up into her but she placed a hand on either side and firmly pushed you back down.

Her dominance only turned you on more as you lay waiting for her to stop her sweet torture and finally give you what you wanted.

Her fingers travelled along the elastic of your panties and she dipped a finger in to stroke your lower lips. You tried to hold your moans back but this was apparently the opposite of what the blonde wanted.

She grabbed your chin in her free hand so you had to look at her, hovering over you like an angel.

"Don't stop yourself. I want to hear those pretty little moans of yours." You could only whimper out a response as you nodded your head eagerly.

Suddenly, you felt a single finger slip into your pussy and you couldn't help but moan out loudly.

It had been so long since you had been touched there, and the fact that it was by someone as beautiful as Carol made things even hotter.

"Good girl." Carol growled with satisfaction and kissed you hard as she slipped her finger fully into you.

You tangled your fingers into her hair again to hold her close to you as she pulled her finger out only to have it return quickly, not realising that everytime she did her palm would press against your clit making the pleasure increase.

She pulled your panties down with her free hand and you eagerly spread your legs in response to give her better access. As soon as you did she slipped a second finger inside with ease and pumped it into you in unison with the first.

"So fucking wet." She muttered between kisses and you moaned more as you felt a gush of wetness hit her fingers at those words.

She started to speed up as her thrusts became harsher, slamming into you at a pace that mirrored you heartbeat.

You started to rock with hips along with her thrusts, desperate to feel as much of her as you could and almost screamed when you felt her fingers curl up to hit your g-spot. It made my body resonate with fire and you threw your head back in pleasure, not believing you were being fingered by someone so beautiful and skilled.

When she pushed a third finger into you you moaned louder and gripped onto the back of her shirt to try to handle the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling. It was like you needed something to help you hold onto reality while the girl ontop of you was rocking your world.

From that reaction, Carol started to fuck you at a harder, rougher pace. Everytime her fingers hit the edge of your pussy you couldn't help but cry out her name along with a string of moans and profanities.

You didn't want it to end, but the pressure was starting to build up in my core, Carol could tell by your walls squeezing around her fingers.

Your body's desperate attempt to keep her inside of you was futile as she instead took this with a new kind of vigour and fucked you faster.

"Carol...please...don't stop!" You begged not caring how you sounded. You just needed her with you, ontop of you and inside you to help you through the high you were about to experience.

"Cum for me." She encouraged and bit down on the top of your neck. With a caress of her fingers you came undone beneath her, screaming her name as you came harder than you ever had before.

You continued to cling onto her back as she helped you through your orgasm by slowing her pace and watching you experience that extreme amount of pleasure that was caused by her.

You kept your eyes shut as you tried to regain your breathing. You were so focused on that and your now throbbing pussy that you were hardly aware of Carol's weight leaving you.

When your eyes finally fluttered open you saw that she had positioned herself between your legs - just inches away from your pussy - and was looking up at you with her signature mischievous grin as she licked each of her fingers clean.

You knew it was her pre-warning that she wasn't done. You were so exhausted that with any other person you would deny them any more, but the after effects of your orgasm were enough to remind you of how she could make you feel with her fingers. You were dying to know what she could do with her tongue.

Carol smirked when you nodded your head and kissed her inner thighs, working her way closer to your core. She flicked her tongue against your bundle of sensitive nerves causing you to lean back and grip onto her hair again as you watched her.

You could feel her smirk against you as she ran her tongue up through your folds then latched onto your clit, sucking hard as you moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around her head to push her into you as much as possible. You wanted to feel her tongue against every inch of your core.

At that thought, she sunk her tongue into you, making you gasp out at the motion before throwing your head back to moan in unison with her.

Feeling the vibrations from her mouth enhanced the pleasure that you could only express by pulling on her hair harder and squeezing your thighs around her.

Her tongue roamed your pussy like she was trying to memorize every inch of it and you loved it. The muscle moved around desperately, hitting all the right spots that made you shudder.

Every time her tongue pressed on one of those areas she withdrew to bite down on your lips making you groan from such an amazingly sharp pain. You couldn't help but wonder if she had a biting fetish or something - not that you were complaining.

Once her tongue dove into your core again you felt her thumb press firm circles around your clit that made your hips raise off of the sofa.

Carol withdrew her thumb to push your hips down again and held you there as her tongue continued to work wonders inside you.

You could feel yourself start to get close to your second orgasm with Carol as your walls started to clench around Carol's tongue, hoping it would stay inside you but instead pushing it out.

She brought her thumb up to your clit again and pressed down directly on it making you moan louder than before and arch you back in ecstasy as you came on Carol's tongue.

You gripped her hair and squeezed your thighs, desperate to keep the beautiful hero where she was to help you ride out your high.

Carol happily accepted this as you felt her tongue desperately move around inside of you in an attempt to get to every last bit of cum she made you release.

She then licked up your lips one last time before lifting herself up to grin triumphantly at you.

You smiled back and - despite your exhaustion - pulled her up with her legs either side of me and guided her towards your head.

She smirked as she realised what you wanted to do before giving you a questioning look.

"Aren't you tired?" You nodded. "That's why I'm staying laying down." You stated matter-of-factly as you pulled her panties, eager to see and taste her.

The moment you pulled her onto your mouth she gasped out. You didn't hesitate to suck on her clit softly, loving the initial taste of her wetness. You got the response you were hoping for and felt her hold onto your hair as she adjusted her position slightly.

You then licked up her folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her that instantly left you wanting more. You sucked on her folds to further please your taste buds and her as you gripped her butt.

You then bravely dipped your tongue inside her earning a loud moan from the woman ontop of you. She started to grind herself onto your tongue and you smiled proudly as you pushed your tongue the rest of the way in and relished in the taste of Carol.

After a few minutes of altering between sucking on her folds and sinking your tongue into her, Carol started to moan your name like a prayer. It was music to your ears that made your stomach flip and core start to heat up again.

Her movements against your mouth started to become more erratic and you knew with one swipe of your tongue you could make her come undone above you.

Excited at the possibility, you sucked on her clit harshly and heard her scream your name before feeling her warm liquid on your tongue that you eagerly lapped up.

Carol shuddered ontop of you before letting go of your hair and falling down beside you.

"Guess we're the inconsiderate ones for once." Carol laughed, you felt yourself blush as you realized just how loud you had both been. Although you didn't regret a second of it.

"Stay in my room tonight?" You asked with a burst of confidence.

Carol smiled at you and leaned over to kiss you on the lips passionately.

"I would love to." She smirked. You smiled at her answer as you wrapped your arms around her neck before falling into another deep kiss that wouldn't be the last.

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[sergeanthopeless]

hit is with some setleth fluff madness rambles!

*rolls up sleeves* One order of fluffy Setleth headcanon ramblings coming up!

1. In Seteth's S support, he mentions that he had been daydreaming about marrying Byleth (which is SO cute!!). So I can just see him at his desk as he and Byleth work on war-related things and he fantasizes about a more peaceful future where they're sitting by the fire and reading together until the wee hours of the morning. he's reviewing submitted sketches of potential designs for Byleth's new archbishop regalia and imagines what she would look like in a wedding dress. When he goes to bed, he has this routine fantasy of imagining what it would be like to live together with her and get to fall asleep with her in his arms every night. And then when he reads to the orphans at the monastery, he thinks about having little ones of their own and what they might look like and what Byleth would be like as a mother. (This one is coincidentally related to a drabble by SakuraChiyo on AO3, but I figured I'd include it anyway.)

2. After the war but before their relationship has gone public, Byleth finds out that Seteth is on shift in the confessional booth and decides to stop by and tease him a bit. Nothing too scandalous, but she does get to talk about this priest that she's *terribly* in love with and she gradually uses more and more specific details/comments until Seteth realizes it's Byleth on the other side of the screen.

3. Shortly after Byleth gets hired on as a professor, Seteth is waiting for her outside of her room because he wants to go over a few more points about living at Garreg Mach and what will be expected of her. He manages to surprise her because he was accidentally hiding around the corner or behind some bushes/crates, and she immediately hurls him to the ground and places a dagger to his throat Princess Mononoke-style before recognizing who he is and backing off, but not apologizing. Seteth gets after her for her feral behavior, but the truth is that as alarmed as he is, he's also impressed, and there's a (quickly suppressed) part of him that actually hadn't minded how close they had been for that moment.

4. After getting into a relationship with Seteth, Byleth decides to try her hand at flirting because she loves to see Seteth flustered, and she noticed that sometimes she says/does things accidentally that have that effect. So she decides to ask one of her students for advice, and unfortunately, she asks Sylvain. Seteth is confused as hell by Byleth's attempts, which don't work, but eventually he confronts her about it and Byleth fesses up, and they have a good laugh about it.

5. Byleth discovers Seteth's scars as they lay together in bed, and he discovers hers. They start to explore each other's bodies in a completely non-sexual way, asking for the stories behind each scar and finding birthmarks, but in the end they find each other's ticklish spots and things end with a very competitive tickle war. Both are surprisingly ticklish when hit in the right places.

6. (last one because this one's kind of embarrassing, lol) What if Nabateans had pheromones that helped them find their soulmate? So Byleth fuses with the goddess in the Sealed Forest, comes back, and the first time that Seteth encounters her in her new (freshly minted Nabatean) form, it's in a semi-public place with other people around, and he detects this semi-familiar, pleasant, enticing scent. He doesn't know where it's coming from, only that he's strangely drawn to it. It's only when he finds himself alone in a room with her that Seteth realizes that the smell is coming from *her*, and he realizes that 1) somehow, Byleth has become scarily Nabatean in more ways than just the hair and eyes, and 2) because she smells good to him, that means they're compatible. The professor, of all people! Seteth confronts Rhea about the implications, Rhea suggestions that this could be a great "opportunity" for him while refusing to explain anything of what she knows, and Seteth blows up per canon. Meanwhile, Byleth has become so irresistible that despite everything, he finds himself following her and in a constant tug-of-war with himself trying to get her attention, getting too close, making excuses to spend time together, etc.

[fayeimara]

Kuroo Tetsuro || Freefall

*Song Scenario | Inspired by Devil Eyes by Hippie Sabotage*

PAIRING. Kuroo Tetsuro x you

GENRE. Fluff

WARNINGS. Suggestive content

The breeze shifts through and lifts your hair, cooling the surface of your body from the midsummer heat, as you stand at the peak of the bluffs and stare down into the dark, seemingly eerie depths of the bay. Joyful squeals and deep hollers echo around you, an erratic staccato from both your group and another, at times torn away with the wind.

"Scared?" The amused mono-syllabic question tears you away from your contemplation and you lock eyes with one of the boys from the other group, his golden gaze searing into yours, somehow more scorching than the sun high in the sky above you.

"Not exactly." You tilt your head back and close your eyes before you answer with what you know he just may never understand, "Just working myself up."

He laughs a little, but it's not mocking.. or confused, it's actually appreciative like he's already caught your vibe, "You're building the apprehension."

Your eyes pop open and slide over to him again in surprise, "Exactly."

"More of an adrenaline rush with the anticipation, the deeper you psyche yourself out."

"Before letting go and freefalling."

"Wow." He definitely sounds appreciative and his unusual gemlike eyes are burning with a curious desire, "Can I join you?"

You finally smile then, just a curl of your lips up, and tilt your head in a silent answer.

The two of you stand at the edge and look over, enjoying the sharp tug of the breeze, even when it threatens to shove you over without your choice in the matter. Studying the churning water below and savouring the sounds of excitement emanating from your friends behind you as people inconsistently dive in. Allowing it all to weave together and spiral into the most natural high.

"Kuroooo!" You're startled as a tan, black and whited haired blur passes just by you, breaking your balance and threatening to drag you over with him.

The guy next to you grabs your elbow to steady you, heat from his hand curling into your skin, as he laughs at his exuberant friend who literally hurls himself off the cliff, jumping incredibly high and reaching a near impossible peak before he begins to drop in.

You can't help but laugh too, because that was just beautiful to see, and then take a deep, smiling breath before looking over to the boy called Kuroo and state, "I'm ready to fall."

His eyes widen at your choice of words but you just smirk and back up for your own approach. Your friends get louder, calling out your name and cheering you on as a wide grin takes over your previous unreadable face.

You take two steps only to find your way blocked by the towering stranger, "You said I could join you."

"Yeah, for the buildup..?" You blink in confusion but he's already prepared with his counter as if he expected your response.

"Will you let me 'fall' with you? Just say jump and I won't even ask how high." He grins unabashedly and you twist your lips to try and hide your answering smile.

"I'm not holding hands with you or anything." You concede with a shrug even as you narrow your eyes on him. But he just laughs before leaning in and trapping you in that mesmerizing gaze again, this time too close to escape with force of will alone.

"Who said I'd hold you while you fell?" His voice is low and teasing.

You roll your eyes and cut back, "Not you, I guess, asking a complete stranger if you can fall with her."

"A completely gorgeous stranger, sure." His sly grin sends another rush of heat through you, as if you weren't close to a heat stroke anyways.

"Right. And I'm still supposed to believe you don't want to hold my hand when we fall, like some cheesy meet-cute."

"Bold of you to call this a meet-cute."

"Isn't it, though?" You raise an eyebrow in challenge, "But what will we tell the kids? Daddy didn't let mommy jump so she pushed him in, I guess."

He does blush then, even while he's laughing in complete awe and amusement at your provocative banter; he's a stunning sight to behold, for sure. Regardless, you smirk in victory as he swallows and runs a hand through his hair, responding, "Sure, let's save that for the next story though. I want be able to tell them we chose to dive right in together first."

"You can tell them that," You shake your head at his flirting and sidestep, starting your run to the edge and calling over your shoulder, "-if you manage to keep up!"

You vault into the open air on your last word, eyes and grin wide as you're momentarily suspended before the breeze turns into a gale force and you're really falling through the space. The water rushes up to you at an unbelievably pace and you slap your hand over the lower half of your face, but just before you close your eyes, you see red shorts and raven-hair drop into the water beside you. And then you're engulfed too, shooting down and opening your eyes to look into the murky nothingness.

Using both your hands to propel yourself up, you finally break through the surface of the water, pushing your hair back and gasping with laughter, and meet eyes with the previously bedheaded boy who's surfaced just in front of you with his hair finally tamed down with the water.

The two of you are so close, you're brushing against each other as you tread but you're both laughing and paying it no mind. No, you're more struck by the way his arm flexes as he moves his hand up to slick his hair back, and the unruly dark strands that escape his attempt and fall back over his right side. Your eyes trace the drops of water as they tip off the ends to grace his cheeks and caress down over his face, neck, and finally chest before rejoining all the other drops that come together and create the bay.

You're so busy observing him, you miss how he watches you in return. He's captivated by the swirling locks of your hair, curling as if they're melting into the ripples of water around you. He can't help but be caught in the curve of your lips as you hold that curious, small smile, the one he saw peek out as he studied you earlier, before making the move to approach the beautiful girl lost in a thrall to the water below her.

He traces his gaze over that smile, wondering how he can continue to entice it forward, along with that beguiling look in your eye, the one that answers the call to adventure with an irresistible sparkle. He's staring directly into your eyes, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, when you finally pull your gaze back to him.

There's a moment of easy silence, spent with mutual, secret smiles and an undeniable connection, before you finally make the move to break away. As you start to swim back towards the sandy shore next to the outcropping of the bluffs, he moves as well, to keep pace next to you, and declares, "Looks like I get to tell the kids how much I liked falling in with you."

You hope you got enough sun on your cheeks today to cover the certain blush at his words. He's definitely a cheeky, persistent one. You don't respond as you reach the shore and he extends a hand out to help you against the current of the waves lapping back and forth from the sand, threatening to drag you with it. You curl your fingers into his with butterflies lifting off somewhere inside as he tugs you forward, but you stumble into him instead, your hand finding his bare chest for balance.

Oh.

Your blush deepens and you can't help but look up in that embarrassing moment to find him looking down at you with a wicked sparkle in those golden eyes and a knowing smirk that remains long after you move your hand and step away, feet sinking into warm grains of sand.

"Well, at this point, I guess we might as well hold hands on the next one." His tone is light and teasing, but still he gives you an out so you look back at him in amusement and he manages a cavalier shrug, trailing behind you as you both head for the path back up to the bluffs, "For the kids, you know."

You decide you've been at a little more of a disadvantage in this game between the two of you and throw back, "But I never promised I'd hold you when you fell?"

"Aw, that's just mean, Kitten. Didn't I just save you from the waves?" His voice is teasing but you refuse to blush at the mention of that too recent intimate moment.

"Says the guy that literally told me the same thing not even ten minutes ago."

You both reach the top before he answers and when he does, it sets off a warmth incomparable to the sun, a warmth you realizing you've been wrapped in and enjoying since his very first word to you.

"I might not always hold you as you fall, you may not even want me to." You feel his warm, callused hand slip into yours as he speaks, moving up beside you again as you both begin to walk back your groups, "But if you let me fall by your side, I swear I'll always be there to catch you."

A/N: I need to figure out how to format these posts :( Anyways, I don't know how I feel about this one either, but I hope you guys enjoy it :) <3

If you liked reading this and decide you want more Kuroo (or Haikyuu boys in general), feel free to check out my Meant To Be SMAU series!

© 2021 fayeimara. All rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify, or claim as yours.

[devilcat210]

Family's Corner

LGBT+ Pride's Special

⚠️Spoiler and a really long post⚠️

Meet my 87-90th OCs😊

The Luxuria's Childrens

🎶But even if the stars and moon collide🎶

🎶I never want you back into my life🎶

🎶You can take your words and all your lies🎶

🎶Oh, oh, oh, I really don't care!!🎶

~Chiru is singing "Really Don't Care" by Demi Lovato~

Facts about Them

Urugi and Ruichi used glasses because their eyes are sensitive with light, not because they're near sight☀️

They have good grades, except Chiru who hates studying (especially math) but she still got passed score. Luckily for them, their moms aren't strict with them when it comes to school📚

Each of them has one accessory to keep their human form, except Urugi. She has two because she easily lost her composure and keeps revealing her real form without them🐇

Even though they usually bicker with each other, they can be protective and care in their own way.

All of them have Multiple Personalities Disorder. Kirune and Urugi have two personalities that isn’t visible and appeared when they used their real form. Ruichi and Chiru have three personalities that vividly visible and can suddenly appeared in their human form👥

From the oldest to youngest :

87. Kirune/Tsust Luxuria (Rustal x Reese's)

She/Them, Lesbian, Taken.

Hybrid Demon Rabbit-Grey Werewolf-Kumiho.

Working as a model and the successor of Rustal. Already graduated from school.

Love to tease people, sometimes a bit flirty, miss popular, somehow can know people's secret, and can be protective to her siblings (trust me... don't made her siblings cry).

People misunderstood her as 'playgirl' but they're wrong. Kirune flirt only for her practice for her future missions. Well, that's made people fall in love for her so she can't denied it.

88. Urugi/Saust Luxuria (Rustal x Maggie's)

She/Them, Bisexual

Human-Demon Rabbit.

In demon form, Saust can drag people into hole to the hell eventhough she isn't the successor of Rustal. She only use it whenever her siblings, Aurelia, and Rodney is in trouble. Urugi can see invisible supernaturals too.

A little bit nerd, protective friend to Aurelia, surprisingly sporty, sometimes act like a princess, and popular in her school.

Had a crush on her bestfriend, Aurelia. She confessed to her but got rejected, yet they still bestfriends. Then, she met Rodney and progressively falling in love with him.

89. Ruichi/Mest Luxuria (Rustal x Zwei's)

He/Them, Pansexual.

Hybrid Chimera-Golden Ram-Demon Rabbit.

Loves to wear feminine clothes and make up. Loves cute things and easily forgive people. That doesn't mean he can't fight or not strong, he just has more patience than his siblings.

He loves mathematics and algebra, ambivert, chills, loves fashion, surprisingly awkward, hardly feels lonely, and always be MC when Stellarium Academy (their school) hold events.

He has 3 sides; Keeper (usually), metro boy (If he feels confident for the day), and bad boy (if he feels mad at night (rare thing)).

90. Chiru/Rast Luxuria (Rustal x Zwei's)

She/Them, Demisexual.

Hybrid Chimera-Golden Ram-Demon Rabbit.

She had an ex-bestfriend/crush who made her cold toward her opponents when playing badminton. That's why she refused to play it again cause she's afraid to traumatized Tari and Nokia (her lovers).

Sporty, has angry issues (she only calm down when Tari and Nokia are beside her), and has clumsy side.

She has 3 sides; tomboy (usually), cutie girl (when she lets off her guard), and girl boss (that's appear if she didn't feel secured).

They're open for asks🏳️‍🌈

[1waizumihajime]

hey~ so awhile ago i made a uquiz that asked for some unpopular a3! opinions. here is the verdict (note: responses have only been edited for spelling, and if a response mentioned members of multiple troupes they are repeated in each section) enjoy!:

tsuzuru should become a professional gay drama fanfic writer based off the mankai company

Chikage is a cool character but if he doesn't get over his mom trauma and keeps treating women bad its gonna be a problem. Like outside of kidnapping izumi as a sabotage for the company he treated her so bad bc she's a woman and he was like "oh I realize ur not like other girls" I hate it here

Sakuya is underappreciated and deserves some more heart to heart talks.

Citron and Izumi would make a fantastic couple!!

TsuzuMizu is one of the world’s greatest love stories. The Y E A R N I N G

I think that. Chikage :)

I don’t like Masumi

why does everyone like chikage and itaru i dont understand

masumi pls stop deep breathin

Tsuzuru’s deadlines were only for the first 4 plays of the company and the fact that no one says this to him or try’s to help him with his sleep and work means they’re perfectly fine with him ruining his health if they get what they want from him (a good script) in this essay I will

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

Izumi needs to place a restraining order on Masumi

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

Masumi is creepy

Itarun is baby

citron is a walking racist stereotype and thats why i dont like a3 :)

itaru is too good looking for his own good, love that for him

sakuya deserves the world but that's not an opinion it's just a fact

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

muku nonbinary

Yuki is a cishet, and saying he isn't when it's stated he is, and gets bullied for not being cishet makes me feel wrong

a3! writers: we addressed kazu's problems me: you didn't address shit a3! writers: we've addressed them

misumi deserves the world

Yuki is Ace and no it’s a fact people refuse to acknowledge

maybe we should talk more about how kazunari never got his conclusion and still has issues being himself but im just sayin

i don't think is actually unpopular but a3 im begging you. please stop type-casting characters and let characters other than yuki play female characters hdjkhfjkhfjs khjksh ok thanks

Misumi x Tenma is NOT valid (Sorry not sorry)

idk if this is unpopular but i wish misumi’s character was more fleshed out...his whole life can’t be 1.) triangle and 2.) parental neglect ToT

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

cmon we could have a little izumi/banri's older sister. just for fun and banri's mild suffering

Juza is overrated

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

i actually don't see the appeal in SakyoIzu. idk, Izumi can do better than that

banri depressed :( thats why he angy

juza and omi superior ship

banri has good fashion taste fite me

taichi is a top tier boy <3

Taiyuki supremacy

jtszbn :]

taichi and juza good ship why does no one ship GRRR i angery

juza is way more interesting than people give him credit for! him just casually offering to cross dress...i love him. also he definitely wears eyeliner

idk man but taichi is severely underappreciated

Juza and banri are both subs but banri is a brat and makes juza top. Juza's mom has beaten god behind a 711

Nachi is best boy

Azumi needs to Stop

Uhhhh the puppy characters aren't actually that cute and Taichi is very annoying on the surface before taking into account his backstory. The characters who have passions and interests outside of just being good to you, the player, are much cuter imo

it's not an unpopular opinion, i'm literally just in love with omi

Homare’s definitely gay, I can feel it

azuma... asexual.. thank u for coming 2 my ted talk

Tasuku is a himbo. He's buff, he's stupid, and contrary to popular belief he is NOT mean, yall are just sensitive. I will die mad about this

Tasuku is a himbo. No I will not budge on this. After he stops being an asshole he BECOMES a himbo and if liber would just SHOW him being the himbo he was meant to be then I'd be able to rest in peace

Hisoka is a really good flirt

U h Hisoka is so fuvkimg short i swear to fucking god he needs to drink more fucking milk-

Beyond the Wall is not that good.

guy deserves more thirsty hoes why does he have so few give guy thirsty hoe stans

homare rights

Homare world domination

hisoka unhinge

Azuma is genderfluid.

Tsumugi and his "grandma" vibe ;)))

Homare mermaid play. We need it

Azuma deserves a hug so does Homare actually all of Winter Troupe deserves a hug

Cybird pls let me date izumi I would like to give her a kiss pls

They’re all gay

Gay

I'm gay

i’m conflicted about izumi bc on the one hand i like fleshed out female leads but on the other hand because i’m so different from her i find it hard to relate to the game sometimes

the anime is still not perfect but I like it for what it is

um i dont hate this particularly, but it annoys me how everyone ships the lead and co-lead (saku&masu, tenyuki, juban) because they have a good dynamic, like ??? yeah lol and?? but its harmless and stuff so in chill w it. only exception is tasuku and tsumu because they do have chemistry!! absolutely hinted at

[hypnotixstorm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* to do list *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Kate Kane (Batwoman) x Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries)

Requested by @softolivarry

Everything is sparkling. It's hard for Elena to pick out something in the giant room that isn't glittering and shimmering under the lights, including the many chandeliers hanging above them.

And there are so many people. It's a charity event in Gotham, of course a lot of turned up for it, but still. She's having flashbacks to the Mikaelson ball and it's making her give everyone a second glance just to be sure there are no familiar faces lurking in the crowd. She wouldn't put it past the universe to thrust her into that kind of situation.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, she turns to the bar as she lets it back out in a sigh. Before she can even think about ordering a drink, there's a light tap on her left shoulder.

The space beside her is empty when she turns halfway, only to feel an arm curl around her waist from behind.

Eyes wide in surprise, she spins around, and for a moment thinks she's jinxed herself and is going to find herself face-to-face with Klaus or Elijah.

She breathes out a laugh of relief as Kate simply laughs, amusement shining in her eyes that are particularly bright in this light. A pale green that's cool and elegant with her usual cat-like gaze.

"Don't sneak up on me!" Elena says, playfully pushing at her shoulder. Her hand settles there, over the fabric of Kate's suit jacket.

Kate arches an eyebrow and feigns shock as she says, "Sneak up on you? I would never."

Elena rolls her eyes, scoffing for the simple fact that she can recount a number of times that Kate has in fact snuck up on her, and usually on purpose. Sometimes it's just the military training in her that makes her quiet by accident.

"If you think being cute will distract me from the fact that you're late, and--" Elena cuts herself off with a noise of disbelief, eyes widening as she finally takes in the fresh cut above Kate's eyebrow with alarm, "--and bleeding. Then you are sorely mistaken."

Kate grimaces. "Was kinda hoping, yeah."

She gently cups her face, her thumb grazing the skin around the cut. It's not too deep from what she can see, but it doesn't go unnoticed by her that there's a patch of purple blossoming on her jaw. Probably not the only bruise.

"You said that you weren't going to do anything stupid," Elena reminds her, fingers beneath her chin to gently tilt her head.

Some ice should quickly heal up the bruise, but considering they're in the middle of a very big, very public event, she's guessing that makeup to hide it might be their only option. If Kate's dad starts asking any more questions, or hell, if anyone does, Elena thinks she might finally slip up.

"And I didn't," Kate says with another gentle laugh in her voice. She catches Elena's hand in her own, stopping her inspection. "This could have been a lot worse. Trust me. You should see the other guy."

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better," Elena says.

But she smiles a little as Kate does, too. It could be a lot worse, she reasons. After all, the villains in Gotham have really been ramping up their tactics, getting more violent ever since the breakout at Arkham.

Plus the appearance of a literal vampire has made people even more unnerved than before. Including Elena.

"But," Elena sighs, lowering her free hand back to Kate's shoulder, "you're okay for the most part, and that's all that matters. But don't think I'm not going to do a double check over all of those injuries, and am going to get Mary to do the same, just to be safe."

Kate nods, the smile on her face stretching all the way up to her eyes. "Okay, that's fair, doctor."

"And for someone who was saving the city less than ten minutes ago, you don't look half bad," Elena teases, a little more relaxed. "At all, actually. You look great, and I'm happy you're here. Not just so that I don't have to awkwardly drink by myself at this bar the entire night."

Kate snorts, a soft chuckle. "Well, I must say, you are looking stunning as well."

She makes a show of looking her up and down, eyes flickering over her crimson dress with a touch of amusement and something else that darkens her eyes ever so slightly.

"Like, really good. Out of curiosity, how hard do you think it is to get that dress back off and how long would it take with someone's help? Specifically, someone like me."

Elena's eyes widen and her voice is exasperated even as she feels her skin flushing and a smile fight its way onto her face. "Kate."

"All right, all right." Kate laughs, hands in front of her. "I'll stop."

Elena pretends to consider it for a moment, but she's already shaking her head.

"Absolutely not," she says.

Kate's surprise is brief, a momentary shift in her expression, as if she was ready to pull away. Still not used to being so public despite her own brazen flirting. It's an adjustment, Elena knows, and she gets it.

When the surprise fades a second later, replaced with a sly, delighted little shine in her eyes and embedded into her smirk.

"Oh, well, in that case, how could I possibly refuse my beautiful girlfriend?" Kate says.

She leans forward, and Elena meets her without a beat of hesitation, kissing her happily. It already feels like it's been too long since she's been near her even though she saw her in the morning before she left for work. Living in Gotham, even only for a weekend here and there, it tends to make her savour things a little more. Just in case.

When they pull back, Kate doesn't go too far, staying close enough to still be able to talk in a low murmur and be heard by Elena only as she says, "Seriously, though, that dress..."

"Later," Elena promises, and bites her lip when Kate's eyes light up.

"I suppose I can--"

Something beeps, cutting Kate off. Their eyes are drawn down as Kate pulls her phone from her pocket. It's lit up and Elena catches sight of Luke's name as the phone buzzes.

Kate shoots her an apologetic look and answers. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Uh, well, depends on your definition of okay," Elena hears Luke reply. "Nocturna's back. With a friend."

Alarm surges through Elena again, with a good dose of worry thrown in. She and Kate share a look. Elena draws in a breath and nods.

Clearly understanding the message, Kate presses her lips together in a sigh. Then, "All right, we're on it. Send me the location."

"Good news: you're in the same building."

"How the hell is that good news?" Kate asks.

"Do you really want to argue with me right now when there are two vampires probably plotting some evil plan somewhere on the roof of a charity event full of the richest, most influential people in Gotham? Including you, Mary, and your dad?"

Kate rolls her eyes, and Elena notices a muscle in her jaw twitch, clenching slightly. She hangs up and when she looks at Elena again, they both understand.

Even so, Elena firmly says, "You are not leaving me down here while you go and find someone from my old life. Let me help, it worked last time on her. Maybe it will again."

Kate doesn't argue. She takes her hand, and says, "Okay then, let's go," and they set off into the sea of oblivious people, winding their way through them to get to the elevator before this event turns into a bloodbath.

[austennerdita2533]

How do you think Rory and Jess are celebrating New Year's? Because they're together, right?! I like to think they are by now!

I’d like to believe they’re together, too! In fact, I’d like to believe it so much that I wrote a thing about it…a oneshot, if you will. The damn thing just poured out of me yesterday. I don’t know what happened, but there was no stopping it lol. Sorry not sorry.

(A03) (FF.net)

Happy New Year, my lovely friend! Here’s some post-revival Literati for you to start off 2019 right. 💗

xx Ashlee Bree

Like A Calendar, The Heart Skips Forward

With drunken crowds, ugly tinsel streamers which hang in windows, and snow that’s beginning to stick to the city streets in inches as deterrents, they decide to spend the night in. At home.

The baby’s with her grandparents tonight, probably high on too much sugar and Dr. Seuss. Knowing Luke, he’s likely baby proofing everything again to be safe while Lorelai’s using scary voices so her granddaughter never goes near the stove (but hey, neither did Rory, and she’s turned out fine, hasn’t she?), so she and Jess have plenty of time to themselves. That’s a rarity these days, especially with a toddler in the picture. Alone time seems possible only at ungodly hours in the morning anymore, or during nap time, or in stolen minutes between hectic work schedules. So they’re grateful to Mom and Luke for the offer to babysit every now and again. And they love to do it, to spoil her little angel rotten with small town affection and attention. All the people of Stars Hollow love it, too.

As for Rory and Jess, they enjoy these adult-only nights. It’s a time to revel in intellect, in intimacy.

They love to tune into the timbre of the other’s conversation and fade into each new day talking, listening. It’s exhilarating to them to share new ideas. To uncover deeper feelings in their relationship, but also for them to reach further into the world to figure out what more they can do. Experience. Be.

Parties hold no charms for them this evening. Neither do bars or over-priced concert tickets. Invites from friends go unanswered because they forget to read their messages. They’re more than content to spend the night far away from the end-of-the-year bombast, anyway, with nothing but each other and the hum of this ratty old radiator for company.

They live in an old building so it’s no one’s fault when a malfunction occurs, as one often does.

Luckily, the heat works fine thanks to Jess and his patient tinkering. (Rory never says it out loud, but she swears he’s inherited this from Luke.) Countless hours he spends bent over tools with a concentrative crease in his forehead because their super, Mel, is a slovenly middle-aged coot who binges too much Netflix and refuses to answer knocks on his door from any of his tenants past 9 P.M. Mel likes to blame this incompetence on narcolepsy, but truthfully, it’s because the couch has molded to his prone body by that point, the television playing episode after episode of Frasier or The West Wing, so why trouble himself to move? Better yet, why not put his ringer on silent and ignore all the incoming calls he receives?

(Spoiler alert: he does.)

Encountering one of the Seven Deadly Sins in an actual person still seems a little ridiculous to Rory, borderline unlikely here; especially in a city teeming full of worker bees who supposedly never sleep, but they’ve managed well enough with the radiator on their own. And by well, she means she’s prone to kicking the darn thing any time it roars like it’s a beast straight out of Kevin McCallister’s nightmares in Home Alone.

It’s cozy and comfortable in the apartment tonight, however. Just the way they like it.

That means Rory’s in her favorite pair of slippers, big cumbersome things with floppy ears and shaggy puppy faces curiously similar to Paul Anka’s. Her hair’s loose, fallen past her shoulders, and her arms are stuffed into an oversized Cashmere sweater. Meanwhile, her boyfriend’s walking around barefoot, half-naked in a pair of boxer briefs and a green v-neck tee, his jeans in a ball near the door, seemingly impervious to the December weather.

Is he secretly a werewolf or something, she wonders? An alien? Or just some weirdo who sweats when it’s only sixteen degrees outside, a furnace for girls like her who huddle closer for warmth and never utter a word of complaint?

Music plays low in the background. It’s a playlist curated on one of their phones. Songs from Bjork, the Clash, the Distillers, so many other new and old bands - their favorites - add to the ambiance of this eclectic space they call home.

A half-edited manuscript perches on the edge of the coffee table. Its pages are blotted with black ink and arrowed notes that spill wide into the margins because Jess had spent the morning editing his latest draft, unsatisfied because his characters aren’t where he wants them to be yet. Books litter the kitchen counter. They sit scattered across the floor in organized piles near shelves that are already overflowing, some still stuffed in paper bags because they’d pilfered a thrift shop earlier and now can find nowhere to store the bulky bastards. (Typical for a pair of bookworms who will never have enough reading material between them.)

Appointment reminders and cute little post-it notes stick to the refrigerator in an array of colors. Most are in Rory’s hand, flourished in cursive or silliness, except for the few Jess added by famous authors or musicians because the words moved him; or because he thought they’d start her day with a pretty thought. A smile. A laugh that’d brighten the blue of her eyes.

The living area’s a messy snapshot of their family life with its stench of stale coffee, cologne, and baby lotion. There’s a jacket thrown over the arm of a plush designer sofa and way too many half-empty boxes of Pop Tarts fighting for space in the cupboard with jars of smooth peanut butter and pureed carrots. A laundry basket holds many of the little one’s toys: choo-choo trains, baby dolls, a Batmobile, three sets of ABC blocks, a Wonder Woman figurine, and a stuffed robot aptly named Bee-Doo.

The remote control is always lost somewhere unknown. They might as well attach a key finder around its middle. Or perhaps they should rip up the floorboards instead - a lá the Tell-Tale Heart - because it never takes less than twenty minutes to find the stupid gadget. Either it’s buried under cushions, kicked under miles of folded clothing or prose, or it’s stuffed beneath pillows with spare kernels of popcorn and pens attached to the buttons. Worse than all of that, though, is how the lost-and-found treasure hunt never seems to diminish their scrolling-for-something-to-watch minutes at all. Not in the slightest!

Later, they order takeout from five of their favorite places. It’s too much food for two people to consume in one meal, but who cares? It’s never stopped her or her mother before, so why start now?

There’s pizza, burgers, Thai, Chinese, and one heaping order from that Indian place she’d found around the corner about a month after they’d moved to Brooklyn. It has the most delicious, pungent food so naturally that leaves Jess scrunching his nose and Rory twinkling appreciatively because he’s caved to her doe-eyed pout for once, her belly and heart happy for getting their way.

“See here, mister: victory is mine! I knew you loved me too much to deny me. Admit it,” she says before pecking him sweetly on the cheek.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says after he pays for the delivery and dumps the bags on the table. “Whatever you say.” He remains noncommittal, but the truth shines in his eyes. “Just don’t complain about the cold when I open all the windows. It’ll take weeks to air out the stink in here—weeks. Probably three.”

“Two.”

“Three,” he fires back.

“Two.”

“Okay, two…maybe.” He brushes hair from her face and lets his fingers linger, then smiles her favorite crooked smile. “If we’re damn lucky, anyway.”

After dinner, they eat cheesecake with a bottle of wine. Ice cream with cones is Jess’s dessert preference usually, but they’re out, so they settle for booze and a tasty variation on dairy to help them compile their to-read lists for 2019. He’s on the left side of the sofa, her on the right. Call it a private, serious exercise. Extra points docked for peeking or flirting.

Such a silly idea it is, really, this hoarding then exchanging of lists. Yet it’s a fun way to pass the hours before midnight. Even more fun when they discover the selections that align, and those that don’t, sending them into a tizzy’d discussion about literature and writers the other still needs to know. Pretty soon, another list follows full of recommended titles Jess thinks she should read in the New Year, and vice versa.

Lane had called them a cute agoraphobic couple once, many years ago, if Rory remembers correctly. And by golly, what a label! If only she were here to see them right now, tangled in warmth and limbs and solitude.

She beams at the memory because that’s what she and Jess were back then. It’s what they still are. It’s who they want to be this New Year’s Eve, and the next…and the next…and for every one after for as long as they can live them like this: in love, happy, and together. They’d live this way forever, if only wishes like this could be granted.

“What I wouldn’t give for a Fairy Godmother right now,” she blurts out without thinking, all wrapped up in blankets and curled tight into his chest. “To have a dash of Disney magic or two in my possession would be supercalifragilistic.”

“Why? You don’t need saving.”

“That’s true.”

“So is it Prince Charming you’re after?” Jess asks with a quirk of the eyebrow.

Frowning, “What kind of girl do you take me for? I’m a feminist.”

“You want to freeze the world like Elsa then, huh? Is that it?”

“No.” Tracing his lips with her forefinger, Rory pauses. Reconsiders. “Well, I mean…only if I got to spend all of that time skating across it with you.”

“You mean falling,” Jess mutters.

“Rude! Read my lips: skating.”

He shrugs then. It’s followed by a smirk. “Impossible things are happening every day…or so it goes.”

Giggling, she shoves him, then covers her mouth with her hands.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re quoting Whitney Houston from Roger and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. Who are you?”

“Like you haven’t seen it. Give me a break.”

“Many times,” she says, “but that’s not the point. The point is you’ve given a Gilmore ammunition to mock you for the rest of your life. Hasn’t Luke warned you about this? We’re unapologetic mockers, Mom and I.”

“Jeez, you’re mean,” Jess says with a shake of his head and an affectionate pinch to her side. “I should start calling you Grory.”

“Hey, no fair! I’m no Grinch. No Grendel, either.”

“Pre-coffee, that’s arguable.”

“I demand a re-write,” she says, crossing her arms, determined for her pout to win out for a second time.

“No way,” he replies. “That’s too much work, Green One.”

“Fine. As long as you realize you’re stuck with me regardless.”

“Am I?”

“Aren’t you?” Rory asks like a question that dangles then deflates. Her voice catches with uncertainty. The sound’s worse than the squeal a lobster makes in a boiling pot as she shifts onto her ankles on the sofa to pin him with a wide-eyed look, her heart pounding, mouth drier than Death Valley in the middle of a drought. Color rushes to her cheeks because Jess remains silent before her…because he reaches for the tattered copy of Persuasion that’s perched near his feet so he can underline one of Captain Wentworth’s most famous passages in black ink. I can listen no longer in silence, it reads. You pierce my soul. She knows the quote well. She knows it by heart.

However, it’s not until Jess scribbles down his own line onto the page with some rogue pen he’s found teetering on a shoe with no mate, his hand trembling, the apple in his throat bobbing like it’s been pinched by some invisible force he never saw coming; and it isn’t until he places the book in her lap so she can read what he wrote, that joyful disbelief betrays her. That her tears start flowing and flowing. They cover her face in red-eyed tenderness and devotion.

One look back at him, and she knows he feels the same. The love between them so real and so right, it fills the calendar with fulfillment they no longer wish to live without.

Marry me?

Two words, and the jerk’s a poet. Two words, and it’s only him she sees. Two words, one question, and Rory’s faced with an answer that takes no energy to give at all.

I’d be honored to be the Anne to your Wentworth, she writes back with shaky fingers and a grin so big she can barely see. So yes! Yes! A million times yes!

Wine switches to scotch sooner rather than later after that. Then talking turns to kissing, kissing moves to roving touches without either one of them noticing.

Both hands of the clock reach nearer and nearer to twelve as Rory pauses the movie they weren’t actually watching with a yawn, her sapphire diamond sparkling in the T.V’s muted light. Then she stands to refill their glasses one final time before 2018 ends, slippers scratching against the carpet. Jess wraps his arms around her waist while she pours. He smells of booze and sex and home.

Eyes closed and body rocking, he places a kiss against her arm, her shoulder, her neck, her mouth. He leaves a promise there that tastes of all that awaits them and more.

Together, they watch the snowflakes fall and drift to the fire escape outside their window, a moment of quiet before they pack the rest of the leftovers away so they can head to bed with this year lapsed behind them like another chapter closing. The page turns, and before they know it, December endings become January beginnings. The calendar’s blank and in wait for prose that has yet to be written, both of them looking forward to another 365 days full of learning, laughter, commitment, and so many more family firsts along the way.

[imaginetonyandbucky]

For reasons, Tony had to be married in 6 months or he lose ownership of Stark Industries. Bucky (and some if not all the Avengers of your choosing) eagerly volunteered, but Tony thought that they're doing this because they feel sorry for him and almost decided to let SI go and make a new company. Bucky is heartbroken because he thought Tony would rather lose SI than to marry Bucky.

“Sir, Miss Potts is waiting for you in the east conference room,” JARVIS announces in the wake of Steve concluding the strategy session.

Bucky turns along with the rest of the Avengers to Tony, who shrugs.

“Looks like I’m in trouble,” Tony declares with a wink, and he stands to leave.

Conversations pick up again. Vision returns to discussing strategy with Steve despite the conclusion of the meeting. Natasha mediates an argument between Clint and Sam about pizza toppings.

Bucky watches Tony slip from the room as he fingers the handle of the knife in his pocket. He hasn’t been with the Avengers for long, but even he knows that Pepper Potts does not wait.  As CEO of Stark Industries she doesn’t have time to wait.

Bucky’s mix of trepidation and curiosity is reflected in the rest of the Avengers by the way that everyone slowly trickles out of the room and, instead of dispersing as usual, they migrate as a herd to the communal kitchen.

At least it doesn’t take long for everyone’s curiosity to be satisfied. Super soldier hearing isn’t required to hear Tony slam the conference door open and stomp down the hall.

“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve seen some of Justin Hammer’s patent ideas,” Tony rages. “More ridiculous than Hammer, Pepper!”

“I am very aware of how ridiculous this is,” Pepper says, her heels clacking on the floor as she follows him. “But this is out of my control. I just came to warn you.”

Tony spills out into the open kitchen and living room area, and gestures to the Avengers as they congregate and pretend they weren’t waiting. “Tell her how ridiculous this is. I mean really, in this day and age?” He turns back to Pepper, voice low and a small smile on his face. “You know, the easy solution would be for us to -”

“No,” Pepper firmly says. Her face twists in something like sympathy, Bucky thinks, and it sets off even more alerts in his brain. “No.” Then she hides that expression behind what tries to be an amused smile and continues, “I already have your company. I don’t need to marry you for it.”

Bucky frowns, his heart pounding, but if there’s any disappointment at the rejection Tony hides it where Bucky can’t see.

Tony smiles, showing his teeth. “Technically it wouldn’t be for the company, it would be for me.”

“No,” Pepper repeats. “I’m happy to help you in any other way except the easy solution. And,” she says, holding up a finger, “this is the one and only time you ever get to refer to me as ‘easy,’ but never again.”

“Noted,” Tony quickly agrees.

(More after the break!)

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, stepping forward.

Bucky slides to the back of the Avengers, setting himself up with a corner behind him so he can see everyone and all the angles.

“Despite my years of hard work, the Board of Directors at SI still have a bunch of sticks up their asses,” Tony replies.

Steve turns to Pepper, but she only sighs and nods. “A number of them seem to be making plans to force Tony into settling down,” she says.

“What?” Clint exclaims.

“Right? How ridiculous is that idea?” Tony says.

“The goal isn’t to stop Tony from being Iron Man or an Avenger,” Pepper explains. “But a serious relationship, or even better - something like marriage - would add stability and responsibility to his image and help control the PR and fallout a bit better from… well, everything that you all get up to.”

“Because saving the world on a weekly basis isn’t enough to prove stability or responsibility,” Steve replies with a frown, crossing his arms.

“Not when you’re doing it right,” Clint comments and holds his hand up for a high-five. Sam elbows him the ribs instead.

“What leverage are they using for this?” Natasha breaks in, though it doesn’t disrupt Steve’s disappointed expression that had redirected to Clint.

Tony grins, shark-like. “I’ll find that out when they try to encourage my cooperation in unofficial ways, but given the ringleader of this mutiny I would bet they’ll try to force me out.”

“Of your own company? That’s cold,” Sam hisses, shaking his head.

“It’s my company,” Pepper inserts smoothly. “But with pressure from the majority of the Board, there’s little I can do to head this off at the pass, at least right now. Make a plan and let me know how I can help,” she tells Tony. Then she kisses his cheek in goodbye and heads out the door.

Bucky fingers his knife. As both a sniper and an assassin, he knows what it feels like to miss his moment of opportunity. He knows he’s losing it, right now, feels it slipping through his fingers even as Tony rolls his eyes and declares how ridiculous and old-fashioned - and not even 1940s old-fashioned, like medieval era of old-fashioned! - this entire situation is. Tony needs a stable relationship. Tony needs someone of marriageable quality. Bucky doesn’t know if that’s him, but he’s running out of time to find out.

Bucky had only just gotten around to proper flirting, but he wants more. He wants a lot more, with Tony, and now he’s losing his chance. Pick me, he thinks, wishing he could simply transmit that into Tony’s brain and not have to voice it in front of the entire team.

“Well, dude, if you need someone to take one for the team, I’m your man,” Sam volunteers, and Bucky freezes.  

Bucky grips his knife and runs through the consequences of letting it fly at Sam. Clint bursts out laughing, and the rest of the Avengers, even Natasha, raise an eyebrow.

“You got something you want to confess there, Bird Boy?” Tony asks with a grin.

It makes Bucky glad that his words didn’t make it past his throat and that they stay buried in his brain. How can he declare any type of sincere affections now?

“I’m not saying I’m a gold digger but…” Sam shakes his head. “I ain’t gonna cost much compared to what you got,” he finishes with a wink. “I think I’d make a good trophy husband, just sayin’.”

Tony laughs, but Bucky wants to strangle Sam. He’d no longer even use the knife, his bare hands would work just fine.

That urge soon applies to the whole team, because what Sam started now has other Avengers volunteering. Clint tosses out an offer and starts listing all the skills he’d bring to a marriage (the top one being archery). Vision wonders if he can even legally complete the process (but would be happy to try). With a shrug of her shoulders, Natasha volunteers too (there are worst people to get tied to). Bruce says he’s done crazier things (please don’t ask).

Even Steve volunteers to marry Tony, saying he’d happily stare down the Board of Directors and also cause as much havoc for his ‘husband’ as possible. Steve believes no one should force Tony into this position and while it’s not based on romantic feelings, Bucky feels betrayed anyway.

Not that Bucky had told Steve that Tony catches Bucky’s eye, but still.

Bucky has now thoroughly missed his moment. If he says anything now, his offer would never be taken as genuine. It would be a friend helping out a friend, like Steve, or he’s-not-a-gold-digger-but, like Sam.  It wouldn’t be taken as Bucky not able to stop thinking about what it’d be like to spend more time with Tony.

“We could make a reality show like the Bachelor!” Tony exclaims, who laughs at all the offers and pretends to swoon at each one. “I could make you all compete for my hand in marriage on national television. That would really convince the Board that I’m settling down.”

Bucky quietly slips away, unnoticed.

The joke continues all week. Clint finds a Ring Pop and enacts a dramatic proposal. Steve doesn’t stop talking about marriage equality and the freedom to choose. Sam refuses to put a shirt on and flexes every time Tony walks into the room.

Each time, Bucky slinks away leaving a laughing Tony with the contender.

It isn’t until Bucky returns from the farmers’ market on Saturday morning that he’s alone with Tony. Bucky is unloading his purchases - some plums, apples, a spicy cheese he hadn’t seen before, and homemade bread rolls - when Tony wanders in with an empty coffee cup in hand.

“And how is today’s harvest?” Tony asks as he starts a fresh pot of coffee before peeking over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Good,” Bucky replies as he continues unloading. He’s keenly aware of Tony standing right behind him, of Tony watching his movements, and Bucky tosses a questioning look over his shoulder.

Tony leans back against the counter and turns his gaze to the coffee pot instead.

“You know, you’re one of the few who hasn’t offered me your hand in marriage yet. I’m almost offended, unless you’re planning on staging one of those last minute objections at the ceremony. Then I’ll give you full points for dramatics.”

Bucky gives himself a moment to dredge up his courage. “Wasn’t sure mine would be welcomed,” he starts, turning to face Tony. “But I’ve been thinking, and -”

“Stop,” Tony interrupts, holding up a hand. He scrubs his face and sighs. “Nevermind, forget I said anything. I really don’t need another offer of marriage out of pity or whatever you all are doing so please save it for the next damsel in distress.”

“Pity?” Bucky repeats in confusion.

“Or whatever,” Tony says, waving it away. He pastes on a smile and rolls his eyes, then reaches over to grab an apple from Bucky’s bag. “It’s cute, I guess, but I’m not interested in a sham marriage even if it does satisfy the Board’s term and conditions,” he explains and then bites into the apple.

“You should wash that first,” Bucky chastises.

“I like to live on the edge,” Tony mumbles around his mouthful. He takes another bite and then grins at Bucky.

“I wouldn’t want a sham, either,” Bucky admits, his heart beating loud. He can’t look at Tony, has to turn back to his plums. He arranges them in a neat line on the counter. “And it wouldn’t be, with me. Not on my end.”

Several moments pass with just the sound of Tony chewing. Then finally Tony says, “Huh.”

Bucky’s shoulders hunch. At least no one else is around to see his rejection.

“I’m not going to do what the Board wants,” Tony says. “Sometimes, in a blue moon, I’ll listen to them about products or stocks or projections - the business shit they theoretically understand -  but never about my personal life. I’m certainly not going to drag anyone else into complying with their ridiculous demands.”

“Not even if it costs you your company?” Bucky manages to ask.

“Solid eighty-six percent chance they’re bluffing, and even if not,” Tony continues, taking another bite of apple, “I can just create a new company, steal all the best people including the CEO, and laugh in their face when they go down in flames. Simple as that.”

Bucky nods. “Sounds good.”

He still doesn’t look up from the plums. He grabs one in his left hand and rubs his thumb against the skin. It was how he’d practiced controlling the strength of his arm, and now he doesn’t even second guess that his grip won’t bruise the flesh underneath.  

Bucky hears Tony clear his throat and step closer.

“Great. Now that that’s settled, you got something you want to ask me?” Tony asks.

Bucky turns, brow furrowed in question.

Tony sighs. “Fine, I’ll do it. Dinner tonight, you and me, seven o’clock.”

Bucky smiles, warmth diffusing through his chest. “That ain’t a question,” he teases.

“What do you want from me?” Tony groans, throwing his hands in the air. “Do you know how hard you are to track down when you’re doing your disappearing act, because I can have Steve tell you how hard you are to find, okay, or Sam, or Natasha, or -”

Bucky steps closer to Tony. “Will you go to dinner with me tonight?” he asks, grinning so wide that his lips hurt.

“Done, yes,” Tony agrees. “Finally. Can we call that sorted? JARVIS, make sure to remind me.”

“Noted, Sir,” JARVIS replies.

“It’s a date,” Bucky says. “An’ I promise not to propose at the end,” he adds.

Tony grins, sharp and dirty. “Well, no marriage proposals, anyway. I’m open to hearing any other proposals you might have.”

[lokilickedme]

Hello My Lady! Just because you asked, here are my faves of yours: #1 King (no surprise here), #2 Jack (too crazy not to love, and the stream crossing of pretty much all your stories is genius) #3 Chem/BD/TTW/TKH/TWK/can't remember them all. They're all special in their own way! Can't believe it'll be 3yrs soon since I started squatting your page!!! God time goes by fast! I'd like to add a special mention for the Muse Meetings, sooo funny, and a Golden Snowflake to Aleks. Cute little bumkin.

Thank you @fudgemuffinanon!  Dear god, has it been that long?  Seems like I joined up last year…*sits here blinking at my posts from 2015, wondering how that happened*

**LONG TEXT POST COMING UP**

You drew the lucky straw today my darling, I’m feeling wordy and in the mood to share.  A lot of people have asked me over the last couple of years how some of my stuff came about, and you mentioned one that gets a lot of asks.

Lemme tell you something about the Muse Meetings.  Way back in 1998 when I got my first computer, one of the very first things I ran across by way of internet fanfiction was a little something called The Very Secret Diaries penned by a writer named Cassandra Claire (who is now professionally published under the name Cassandra Clare).  The Very Secret Diaries (which are hilarious, btw) woke something up in me - mainly because, as a lifelong writer who had never allowed anyone to read 95% of my work, I finally realized that yeah, there were other people out there whose brains deviated from the standard in the same way mine did.  Her writing style back then (in the Diaries specifically, I’ve never actually read anything else she’s written) was very similar to the way I wrote, and those Diaries were exactly the sort of silly, ridiculous, irreverent thing I’d scribbled in my notebooks for most of my life.  And people liked it, she had a huge following based on just those out-of-context glimpses of her characters’ personal thoughts.  She was writing behind the scenes thoughts of characters, things that would never make it into books, and it was brilliant.  That was the kind of stuff I loved to write but had never given myself permission to show anyone.  She was showing hers to people, and they were loving it.

Which gave me the inspiration to not only put my work out there in the public eye for the first time ever, but to stick with my personal writing style (which I’d always assumed wasn’t what other people wanted to read, based on the books I’d been exposed to most of my life).  Not change anything.  Just do me.  And doing me meant writing silly nonsense if I wanted to.

So - The Very Secret Diaries are more or less the inspiration for the Muse Meetings, or at least the official written version of them.  I’d always imagined dialogues with my characters outside the confines of whatever story I was working on, but never thought anyone else would be interested in seeing me write it out.

The Diaries made me realize different.  Not only were her characters yammering and complaining and snarking at each other (both out of character and in), they were doing it in exactly the way I’d imagined my own characters interacting in the real world.  I loved it.  Seeing someone else do what I’d always done in my head - and do it in an official, out-there-in-the-public-eye capacity, was a revelation.  Finally I was able to give myself permission to write the way I wanted to, without restricting myself to the styles and methods in the books in the family library.  It had always been in my head, but now it didn’t have to stay there.  I could write proper stories, but I could also write what was going on in the other room, where the reader seldom gets to peek.  And other people besides myself might like it because hey, there’s precedent.

That was freeing, and I am grateful to Ms Claire for that.

So, a little history that leads up to how and why I finally started writing out the Muse Meetings:

My first fandoms that I wrote for online were Harry Potter and Star Wars (Kenobi specifically).  And yes, way back then (late 90′s - early 2000′s) there were already muse meetings among my characters.  I’ve been doing these for a long time, and I wish the out-of-character stuff I’d written back then still existed (my HP stuff bit the dust when The Restricted Section shut down, and my SW stuff was on FF.net for a little while but honestly I don’t remember my user ID there or the titles of the fics, though I have searched…so they’re most likely lost as well).  It’s sort of a shame because there were some old Anakin/Obi-Wan muse meetings that you guys would have loved…and the stuff between Remus and Sirius while we were hashing out what was going to be in their next chapter?  It still pains me that it’s all lost, but maybe it’s for the best.  That was nearly two decades ago, we move on to bigger and (hopefully) better things.

After my urge to write HP fic fizzled out I stopped writing for a while, but there were always muse meetings going on in my head for stories I scribbled mentally.  To me they’ve always been more fun than the actual stories, which explains my love for gag reels and behind-the-scenes featurettes for movies (I watch those first, always).

And then I found AO3 - funnily enough, I discovered it while searching the internet for one of my lost HP fics - and I decided to start writing in earnest again.  With all those thousands and thousands of fics and endless fandoms, it seemed like the perfect place to indulge my need to share what went on in my head.  And as I settled into the MCU and my stories started to grow to include multitudes of characters, those impromptu staff meetings with my muses kept being called to order.  Stuff that my characters would never say in the context of their stories got said.  Scenarios that were too ridiculous to waste time writing were played out.  Arguments and fights and bantering between characters who, in the restrictive confines of their own tales, would never in a million years interact…now they were throwing poptarts at each other (and occasionally knives) while the side characters wandered out of the room to watch TV or raid the fridge or sat in horror as someone’s until-now unassuming wife brandished a melon baller as a weapon.

It was messy and fun and was by far my favorite part of the writing process.

That’s what eventually became the Muse Meetings.  You want to know how they escaped my head and became an official thing?

Well I’m gonna tell ya lol

One of my very first friends in here, the fantastic @elvenfair1, was one of my first readers at AO3 and she told me I should post links to my fics at this site called tumblr to bring in a bigger audience.  So I opened an account here, followed her, posted some links as suggested, and she and I began messaging back and forth pretty much every night as we wrote our respective fics, bouncing ideas off each other and discussing plot points and brainstorming for character names.  And as my characters sassed me and refused to cooperate with what I wanted them to do, I would tell elvenfair what was going on in my head with my dumbass OCs and OFCs and we’d laugh and gripe about trying unsuccessfully to reel in our unruly muses.

And then one night back in 2015 she said “You should post this muse stuff, it’s hilarious.”

You know what the first thing I thought was?  Cassandra Claire did it 14 years ago and people loved it.  So yeah, I can sure as hell do it if I want.  If nobody is interested in it, at least it’ll amuse me and elvenfair and that’s cool enough.

And so I did.  I started posting them in here first, then as people started requesting them more I eventually moved them to AO3 in a more structured format.  And now you guys have multiple Lokis hurling curses at a bartender and viciously baiting a hapless movie star while teenage versions of two other attendees flirt with unsuspecting OFCs, with an occasional appearance by Thor dropping hints about future chapters and looking for fruit roll-ups.  It’s messy, but it’s fun and I’ve always enjoyed writing it as a way to let my brain decompress, especially when one of my “real” stories has hit a roadbump.

Since then I’ve seen countless other professional writers doing the exact same thing - J.R. Ward even posts her own version of muse meetings on her official website AND has a published book (her Insiders Guide) that is almost entirely nothing BUT muse meetings.   It’s surprising how many writers actually do this and I sometimes wonder if authors like Poe, Steinbeck, Vonnegut, Tolkien, Gaiman, McMurtry didn’t do it themselves (I’d bet money on McMurtry).  Just goes to show there’s not an original idea anywhere in the universe…no matter how much you might believe you came up with it first, someone out there has been doing it for a long damn time before you - and a million more will do it after you :)

Anyway, I haven’t written any muse meetings in a while but they still go on constantly in my head.  I get asked about once a week to go back to doing them, and one day I will, when I have time for it.  My actual fics are struggling for writing time as it is and I made a conscious decision to weed out the unnecessary stuff in favor of “real work” (yeah right lol)…but yeah, the Meetings are still one of my favorite things and I won’t stop doing them permanently - they’ll be back.

So thank you Cassandra Claire for inspiring me to let them fly…if it weren’t for those whacked-out Diaries, the Muse Meetings would all still be in my head with only one person (me) laughing at them.

[miraculousl4dybug]

I disagree, perhaps the episode is showing contrast but it isn't doing it in a good way.

First THAT scene, we all know the one. Marinette thought she was alone, she was joking around, it's like trying to kiss a pillow. But there was no reason for them to humiliate her like that, if they wanted her embarrassed then there are other ways, ways that don't make her want to crawl into a hole and die. That was horrible.

And it's not the first time that happened. You said it's her attitude that messes up her confessions but it's not. She's tried time and time again, and she's had plans that would work. They don't because once he rejects her then she'll move on. We've seen that, when he liked kagami she was willing to help him. Marinette wants Adrien to be happy, even if it's not with her. Chat wants ladybug, only with him.

And that's another thing, his actions are not just optimistic, he is ignoring her. She SAID she liked someone else, she doesn't like him. Unlike with him and Marinette she straight up turned him down. He's not optimistic, he's a jerk. He's being nice and sweet and refusing to take no for an answer. Sure flirting can lighten the air but he's tried asking her out multiple times, he's tried to kiss her in the middle of a fight and she got knocked aside cause of it. He's quit in the middle of a fight because she said no.

It's not cute, it's not funny, and that they had him give her love advice, that wasnt cute either. He's not taking no for an answer, he's endangered Paris for his feelings.

Your points do have merit, Marinette does get anxious over things, and Adrien oversimplifies things. But Marinettes anxiety isn't helped by anyone around her, when she decides to let go of Adrien the people around her refuse to let her. When she goes after him she's jealous or obsessive. They're not giving her a choice in it, she's too much and too little and she doesn't know how to act. She doesn't have much support and she's probably needs to be on medication for her anxiety. Adriens view is becoming worse and worse as time goes on.

You said Adrien let's Lila and chloes actions slide right off. Adrien is not their target, he's never their target except one small incident with Lila. THEY'RE NOT AFFECTING HIM. I don't think he should be given any credit for it. They're bullies and he doesn't know how that feels. Marinette is their target, Marinette is suffering, Marinette is angry and defensive and doesn't like either of them and she's scared. And it's entirely understandable. But he tells her to let it go? That is not the proper response. If he'd said to be smart about it then maybe, but he said to keep quiet. Lies can hurt people and I hope they do hurt his friends, they need to learn. It's not admirable it's a character flaw that's being treated as absolute truth.

Marinette does not need to prove more worthy of Adrien, she's doing so much and still standing, she's avoided akumatization twice, she should've been akumatized multiple other times but hasn't.

Marinette isnt the one who needs to be made worthy.

You can ignore this, I generally agree with what you say but I disagree with some of this

None of y’all are actually understanding The Puppeteer 2 (spoilers ahead)

Okay, so it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written any meta on this show. Mostly because a lot of episodes are now focused on things I don’t care so much about, BUT I was rather inspired by Puppeteer 2, especially since SO MANY PEOPLE seem to be missing the entire point of the episode.

Now, I’m not giving the writers of the show a ton of credit–they have their good and bad moments. But given the obvious budget of this episode as well as the sheer amount of dialogue, I think it’s pretty fair to assume at least some thought was put into this episode. 

So, first and foremost, there were a few points made during this episode.

Let’s start with the Wax Museum and why it’s so pertinent to this episode. The Wax Museum is made entirely up of celebrities. Though we have encountered Adrien and his status before, this is one of the most direct ways they could have drawn attention to it. There is a clear line in this episode–Adrien is a celebrity, his friends are not. Yes, the akumas had wax statues, but the victims and their akumas are not the same people, so to say.

So here we have an “honor” that is only ever granted to celebrities (wax figures) and we have Adrien coming in to work on his. But before that, we have a constant back and forth in the car as to why Marinette is even there–is she Adrien’s friend? His lover? Just a fan of wax statues? This is important because it is less a reflection of Adrien and Marinette’s characters as it is Marinette’s own, let’s say, psychological confusion over how she views Adrien. We’ve seen here make stupid, flustered claims about Adrien before, and these conversations are forcing her to face that head on, even if Adrien remains oblivious as always. 

During the conversation up to the top of the building, we are faced with more of this confusion. Namely, Adrien’s interpretation of his relationship with Marinette versus her own. Granted, Nino brings to light a lot of the problems, but he is less the cause so much as the vehicle with which Marinette’s own inability to be honest is being portrayed. Her behavior causes confusion, even if Adrien is unable to fully grasp that (which is all the more part of the problem). Alya, Nino, and Adrien are ALL responding to the issue of Marinette’s feelings in different ways, because THEY are confused as to what she actually wants and what they’re meant to be doing. Marinette says one thing and then backs out a moment later. As someone who recently went through something similar, my initial indecisiveness to admit my feelings to the person I liked caused a lot of back and forth confusion for the people I had told. Marinette’s situation has spiraled FAR beyond that, which is all the more reason we’re getting these vastly different interpretations as far as how her friends are meant to be reacting. The POINT is that her indecisiveness and timidity is confusing and this is becoming a problem. 

The other thing that I think is interesting in the following scene–which will lead me back around to my main point–is the fact that despite having come with Adrien to support him because the wax stuff is going to be long and boring, all his friends abandon him when he’s literally trapped in the vice of “celebrity.” Granted, Nino and Alya leaving is a bit of a device to move the plot forward, but Marinette also leaving kind of wraps the whole thing up in a neat bow. She’s supposed to confess and ultimately can’t. And instead of staying with Adrien as a good friend should despite her inability, she leaves as a flustered mess. 

Adrien is now alone, his hand clamped in a wax trap. In a lot of ways, this is extremely symbolic of his status as a celebrity and his friends not being a part of that. That Marinette left as a flustered mess only makes this worse, especially since she left him in a manner that is very similar to how a flustered fan might react if they become overwelmed. 

This is important because we’re now seeing a very clear implication that though she desires to know Adrien and has done many things to be a good friend to him, Marinette is still haunted by this “idea” of Adrien that she has that isn’t at all factual. And while I don’t think it’s celebrity worship, as some would argue, I do think that the metaphor of celebrity worship in this episode is a very good use of Adrien’s character. We are seeing that Marinette interprets Adrien in a light that is not entirely realistic, which doesn’t help anyone. 

This metaphor is only further expanded after her discussion with Tikki. While Tikki’s advice might seem helpful, what it really does is further support the notion that Marinette’s entire infatuation with Adrien is shadowed by false idealizations. She creates a persona to act as in order to communicate with him. She is literally creating a role for herself that she thinks will allow her to exist in Adrien’s, I guess, “proximity” so as to allow her to “get what she wants,” so to speak. She’s acting–as in, she’s lying. Just as much to herself, I think, as she is Adrien. 

And this whole thing is only made worse by Adrien’s “prank.” He symbolically becomes nothing more than a wax statue during the entire time that Marinette is playing her “role.” She even goes on a tangent about all the great characteristics he has as a statue, highlighting a lot of shallow aspects of why she’s attracted to him. Granted, I think there’s more to it than that (her feelings, I mean), but she’s so confused by the “more” that it’s hardly relevant if she can’t voice her feelings in the first place, beyond how “perfect” she thinks he is. 

Now, this is the “cringe” part of the episode that everyone is complaining about. But to be honest, I really didn’t think it was that bad. It clearly shows Marinette’s idealization of Adrien, as well as the “form” Adrien has within that idealization. That she said all the silly things she did (again, playing her role) and kissed him, while embarrassing, is wholly within her character. Given her tendency to fantasize on extreme levels, I think I’d be more surprised if she didn’t try to kiss Adrien’s wax statue. I get people are annoyed with Marinette constantly being the cause of bad things, or the butt of jokes, etc, but I don’t think that this situation is wholly unfounded given her personality. It was very in character for her to act that way, and I think it made a rather valid point about her feelings for Adrien. After all, she and Adrien may be “friends,” but they’re clearly not close enough for him to feel certain about what she really thinks of him, so she can’t be that close to him, which means there is a bit of shallowness on her side as far as her feelings, even is she would prefer it be different. 

Now, another complaint people have been voicing about the episode is “why can’t Marrinette have a tastefully handled confession like Chat?” And while a lot of you didn’t seem to realize this, the episode actually addresses that.

When Chat Noir flirts with Ladybug, she actually stops fighting to ask him how he so easily is able to express his feelings, because she has such a hard time doing the same thing. He responds with some line about how the people you care about should know how you feel, but the whole point of that episode was to illustrate the differences between Adrien and Marinette, and kind of explain why Marinette’s confession is so long in coming while Chat Noir has confessed, like, two or three times now.

For better or worse, Marinette’s inability to be honest about her feelings for Adrien is a huge conflict surrounding her character and has been from the beginning. Much bigger than Chat’s conflict over his feelings for Ladybug, which tend to be addressed in a more, let’s say, lighthearted manner than Marinette’s feelings for Adrien. Adrien is a very forthcoming person. He likes to think the best in people and is very honest about how he feels with almost anyone. And while I think he should probably re-evaluate the behavior he thinks is acceptable from other people, he mostly deals with any kind of conflict straight out. He doesn’t sit and stew like Marinette does, he doesn’t even waste time thinking about Chloe and Lila. Adrien would much rather think about the good than the bad. In fact, he would much rather ignore the bad (which is probably why he tried confessing so many times–likely hoping for a different outcome. Optimists, amiright?)

Marinette is NOTHING like this. She will sit and stew and plan and make herself anxious and scared and angry over things that would slide off Adrien’s back like water slides off ducks (thank you, Crowley). Marinette confessing is a much bigger roadblock because of this difference in their personalities. And it’s also why she gets all sweet on Chat for his reasoning behind why he can express his feelings so easily, because he makes it sound so simple, which is exactly what Marinette needs. Not overly complicated plans (Nino and Alya) or anything like that. She needs to be able to push back on her anxiety, walk up to Adrien, and just say it (much like how she kissed his cheek in the finale of the last season). No attempts made by her to confess will EVER succeed so long as there is any kind of convoluted plan surrounding it. 

The writers were literally giving the viewers a direct comparison between Adrien and Marinette as far as how they deal with their feelings and y’all missed it because you were too busy being mad. While Adrien overly simplifies situations–which can be both good and bad–Marinette is more likely to overly complicate things–which is also both good and bad. Where Adrien might fail to see how complex a situation is, Marinette will, whereas Adrien is able to make things simpler where Marinette cannot. You even see it in their fighting styles. Adrien ALWAYS goes for the obvious physical attack, while Marinette is the one to strategize. IT HAS BEEN A LITERAL PART OF THEIR PERSONALITIES FROM THE BEGINNING AND YOU ALL MISSED IT!     

The point of this episode was to illustrate Marinette’s issues with her feelings for Adrien, as well as draw comparisons between them so as to better understand why Marinette’s attempts to confess ALWAYS FAIL! 

Until Marinette can pull back enough to see Adrien less as a terrifying mountain to climb and more like a simple set of stairs, she will not be able to reach him. 

And that is the tea.