#tbehartoo

[mlcontentcreatorbirthdays]

It’s @tbehartoo ‘s birthday today!

Happy birthday, hope you have a fantastic day!

[boldlyanxious]

About your Ex

Maribat get in civil war: the ex

Part of kissy kisses

“How can you stand there and pretend that this is all okay?” Damian said.

He didn’t yell. He always preferred not to yell but his voice was tense as if he was holding himself back from a bigger reaction.

“I told you my ex would be there. You knew that going in.”

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest. She would not back down. He walked up to her anyway. She looked up at him wishing looking up so far didn’t make her feel like she was giving him all the power.

“I have seen your exes and been pleasant,” she continued.

“My ex isn’t Adrien Fucking Agreste,” he said. “Currently in the running for sexiest man alive. Ring any bells?”

She turned her head away at the fire in his eyes but he took her chin and turned it back to him.

“And I wasn’t engaged.”

She bit her lip and forced back the tears. His touch softened and she rested her cheek against his hand.

“I never thought he would say anything,” she whispered. “We were seventeen and no one ever knew about it.”

“How could he be so foolish to have convinced you to marry him and not have shouted it out to the whole world?”

“Damian,” she started but took a breath when her voice broke. “I’m so s–”

He cut her off by pushing her against the wall. His mouth covered hers, cutting off her apology. She kissed him back, struggling to keep up with his pace. His hand moved to her hair and held her close as he deepened the kiss. It was possessive and bruising. She gripped his shirt as if to keep herself upright but she never would be able to fall with how tight he was holding her.

He pulled back slowly and she struggled to catch her breath. His kisses continued featherlight across her cheek and jaw before he kissed her mouth again, much more gently. He pulled a sigh from deep in her throat as he kissed her just as deeply but so softly that there was barely any pressure.

Her legs gave way and he continued to hold her up, but against his chest rather than pressed to the wall. His arms wrapped tight around her and he kissed the crown of her head and whispered against her hair.

“I have never felt so jealous in my life as I did when he told me you had been engaged.”

@maribatgetin

Taglist

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@adrestar | @zynna @jeminiikrystal

[starshine583]

Had a lot of time this weekend so I added another chapter to New Girl on the Block if anyone wants to read that too :) its called "Old Friends, New Enemies". Please enjoy ❤️

tag list:

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[viyatrix]

Gift for @fox-quills

Izuku wearing Present Mic merch - except the only size he could find was like 15X. But he’s not going to let that stop him!!

The other arm says “Hands Up” so Mic’s radio show name shows up when you raise your arms

It’s a companion to a lovely birthday fic written by a bunch of people from the server

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/54734845)

[sariahsue]

Let Me Count the Ways

Chapter Fourteen - Missed You

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [Ch 8] [Ch 9] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13]

Sunday mornings were some of Adrien's favorites, mostly because it meant he could easily slip out of the house. Try as hard as he might, Gabriel Agreste could only bully so many tutors and photographers to work early on a Sunday, so Adrien's schedule was usually free and the house was often quiet. No one was looking as Chat Noir stretched to his full height on Adrien's windowsill and cleared the mansion's high fence in once graceful leap.

Morning runs were a common thing for him, but today there was a bit more purpose behind it. The Ladyblog was reporting that Ladybug was out. And okay, he saw her a lot, but he missed her. How could he pass up an opportunity to "bump into her"?

In only a few minutes, he strolled through the park toward their statue. Ladybug sat there, staring at their stone faces, tapping her lips and lost in thought. His steps stuttered to a halt at the sight. Images bubbled up in his mind. His fingers at her lips, tracing their shape, only to replace them with his mouth.

He shook himself and kept moving.

"Ladybug! Fancy bumping into you here!" he called when he was close enough.

She jumped, and her eyes found him, only to flick back to the statue of him immediately.

Something was wrong. She grinned at the statue like it would answer her, her hands stiffly in her lap, her face tinged pink.

"Oh, Chat Noir!" she answered belatedly. "I kissed– MISSED you! How have you been?"

Chat Noir moved into her line of sight and she glanced away again. "Fine," he said. They'd only been separated for 10 hours and he'd been sleeping most of the time, and she probably knew that. The question made no sense.

Plus, why was she out here already? Everyone knew Ladybug wasn't a morning person, and they'd been out late last night. Had she been feeling lonely and unwanted at home? What about her friends? Had they told her they'd all found better things to do than spend time with her today?

Movement in the corner caught his attention, and he turned to watch the skyline. Branches swayed in the breeze, but nothing else seemed out of place.

"Good," Ladybug said. "That's good. I'm glad." She gave him a thumbs up while staring at a spot just next to his head.

"I wanted to ask you before, but when are we planning on meeting next time?" Truly, it had slipped his mind after he'd made an awkward fool of himself last night. But if she was feeling unwanted, then he wanted to give her something to look forward to. He would always want to spend time with her, even if it wasn't the way she wanted to spend time with him.

Ladybug's pink-dusted cheeks darkened at his question. "I hadn't actually thought that far ahead."

He laughed. "You? Not have a plan?"

"What was that?" Ladybug sat up straight, scanning the area in front of her.

He thought he saw something too, another flicker of movement like before. Closer this time. "I don't know." Everything seemed normal now.

"A big bird?" Ladybug asked, sitting back.

"Probably. Hey," he said, hoping to regain her attention. "Why don't you pick? Name a time and a place, and I'll be there."

Ladybug shyly caught his eye with half a smile. "Okay, sounds perfect."

"I think you mean purr-fect." 

"No, I definitely didn't."

Behind their statue, a building disappeared. And then the screams started.

---

Tag list: @clawsout83 @trippingovermyfeet @tbehartoo @yoonjae20 @random-cartoon-fangirl @jasvalka 

[tbehartoo]

It's June! For those people who didn’t/don't have parental support when coming out as LGBTQIA+, I wish this was your experience. You deserve love, acceptance, and all the hugs! A story written by @freedom-shamrock inspired this. You should totally check out Bi the Pricking of My Thumbs, too. Happy Pride!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

  Relationships: found family - Relationship, no romance is involved, Parental love for their children, Parental love for other people's children

Summary:

When news gets around that some kids are kicked out of their families for "being gay" the Pride Parents of Paris are born. Their mission: To give out free Mom or Dad hugs to teens or young people that may need them.

[platypanthewriter]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.  (I feel like it’d be kinda fun to see everyone’s replies added on, but sure, okay)

I was tagged by @imsodishy

“Oh, yeah, because nobody’s ever going to love you,” Steve said with a snort, and Billy went still against him, then shoved away.

I can’t possibly tag 23 people, I will die of awkward, even though I am personally charmed when tagged.  But!  People who I don’t think mind when I tag them (and whos tumblrs I remember): go!

@ihni @tbehartoo @magniloquent-raven @mourntheantagonist @roseszain @lazybakerart ummm oh shit all the writers I know I know by Discord names

PLAY THE GAME IF YOU WANT

Reblog this with your own thing if you want, even though it’s against the rules, be a rebel

[nedjsmlfavs]

Tagged by: @talkstoself

Rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. It can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. Then tag five people!

Big, Dramatic, Happy/Mostly Happy Endings – the reason why I write longer stories is that I enjoy getting to set up all of the dominos and then make them fall into something that makes the time investment worth it. It’s hard for me to write something short as it rarely feels complete to me.

Fix-its – I find a lot of joy in script doctoring, which is an actual profession where someone is hired to come in and make a script work by fixing some flaw in the original draft. I don’t do it professionally, but whenever I don’t like something in story, I always ask myself “okay, so what would I change to make it work?” This question generates a lot of story ideas. Occasionally, I like them enough to write a fanfic.

Lore/Magic Systems – I like magic. I also worlds to feel well-developed and logically consistent unto themselves, so it’s a good thing that I find join in putting all the pieces together to make that happen.

Healthy Romantic Relationships – I am such a fan of writing couples that would be utterly boring if not for the situation that they’ve been dropped into. Couples who feel like they deserve to be together. It means that external conflict drives almost everything that I write, but those are the types of stories that I tend to enjoy the most!

Friendship/Non-Romantic Bonds – while I am a romantic at heart who adores writing romantic couples, I’m also a huge fan of friendship and family being portrayed as just as valid and important. Found family stays found and all that jazz! You mostly see it in my longer stuff, but I do hints of it everywhere

Tagging: @purrfectlypunny, @lilaflyy, @piratesandpizza, @5cs-fanart-and-misc, @tbehartoo

No pressure to play, but I'll enjoy reading the answers if you do!

[tbehartoo]

This fictional story was prompted by these pictures

[cardiac-agreste]

So this got turned into a fic back in 2019 based on this image. (by tbehartoo)

Story went on very long hiatus (three years!) then came back this year for a few chapters.

Nazikart (the artist) deleted their account, but this original work lives on via the "Official" Ladyblog account here.

Okay so hear me out. 

One day Marinette comes home really tired from saving Paris all the darn time. But she’s Ladybug and she’s ok with that. But one day a bunch of dumb people decide to protest against her and CN because Hawkmoth keeps terrorizing Paris when all he needs is just their miraculous. So they just decide to blame it on her instead. Marinette is obviously sad with that and she just gives her earrings back to Master Fu. (probably just sneak them in while he isn’t watching). And later that day she gets akumatized (because ya know she’s a human and she is allowed to have feelings and stuff).

So she turns into Black Plague (feel free to tell me some other names if you want). She starts terrorizing all of the Paris, just to show people what it’s like to not have a hero to save the day. But she can’t get her earrings back cause Master Fu is a sneaky bastard and he already gave them to “someone else”. And that someone else is Adrien. That’s how we get Mister Bug (gosh are we really calling him that). And Adrien probably needs the gang to defeat Black Plague. So the do some *magic* *magic* some creative thinking and boom the villain is caught. So Adrien knows that this is Ladybug (cause he isn’t completely dumb okay he can make some connections). And he lets the gang leave and then does the cleansing stuff. So now Adrien knows Marinette is Ladybug *BOOM partial reveal!!!!*. And now when Marinette sees the new Ladybug superhero I feel like she’d have a crush on him cause you know he’s so nice and Adrien seems to have Kagami anyway *BOOM another love square thingy*

Aaand I think that’s it for now I haven’t thought of the ending yet. 

If anyone feels like continuing this idea in a comic or a fanfic I’d really love to see it! And please tell me if this idea was already done by someone (the fanbase is so big I can’t keep up with you guys)

[platypanthewriter]

3 Questions Ask Game

Tagged by @cieldepeanut!  What a nice ask game!

1. List the thing(s) you could do for eternity. Like, your personal heaven.

Posting things I’ve finished writing, editing them with tea in hand, and hot toast, while rain pounds outside.  Having a small fat cat curled up alongside.  Getting takeout or delivery from the food wizards who make amazing meals and are willing to bring it to me for mere money.   Befriending people in comments on my fics.  Traveling and having a tea party every night as we talk over the day and eat snacks, writing in a shared travel journal.  Taking my cat on a wander on her leash through the woods, while she forges ahead, purring, but every few minutes circling back to check that I’m still there.  

2. Something you’d really like to do/see/a place to visit

I’d like to take Partner to places I’ve been.  He hadn’t ever left the US when we met, and he was so awed and delighted to see Japan, I want to show him more wonderful places.  He’s easily impressed and it’s wonderful.  

3. A cherished childhood memory

My dad worked for a three-man construction firm, and one day his boss said “Hey, I was asked to tear down an old lighthouse to put up a new one, and it seemed a pity, so I kept all the fixtures, but I don’t need them.  Do you want them?” and my dad brought home the windows/railing/antique doors of an actual lighthouse and lots of scrap wood and put up an actual lighthouse in our yard (without a light) and that was my playhouse as a child, thirty feet in the air, looking out over the woods and through to Puget Sound.  

If you like this one, do it! @ihni​ @tbehartoo​ @mydaroga​ @horson​ @capernex​ @sionainnshaycora22​ @magniloquent-raven​ @roseszain​ @lazybakerart​ @susiecarter​

[miraculousfrenchculture]

In French culture is the title Perrain (godfather) shortened like how Padrino in Spanish is often shortened to Nino?

Hi!

Unfortunately Parrain isn't really shortened in French (which really is a shame here 👀)

[freedom-shamrock]

Finally had the chance to read this, and it is fantastic (and needs more views and kudos). It really embraces the warmth of Hanukkah while staying true to the characters and their backstories.  Beautifully done.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chloé Bourgeois/Nathaniel Kurtzberg Characters: Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Chloé Bourgeois, OC Bubbie Esther, more of the squad are there but only Adrien and Alix even have a line Additional Tags: Chloe's first Hanukkah, family traditions, Holiday Traditions, Found Family, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 2 of Kurtzberg Chronicles Summary:

Nathaniel’s parents weren’t what anyone could consider devout in any religion, nor were they particularly fond of family gatherings. His grandmother absolutely loved her Jewish heritage and lived the tenants of her faith daily, but she was especially fond of those holidays that would bring her children and grandchildren together. As Nathaniel watches his new bride light the Chanukiah and shakily utter the prayers over the candles, he can’t help but feel the joy and wonder that sharing this part of his family traditions with her brings. Who knew that Chloe would be this invested in traditions that he’d almost lost? Truly she was a light in the darkness and Nathaniel was amazed that he was allowed to see it.

[thedjwifizine]

Is there going to be a calendar posted? I'd like to check the dates before committing to something that's going to be as fabulous as this zine.

I am in the process of making one now and will send you the post once it is live! 

[3laxx]

Knight in Shining Apron

Happy holidays, @tbehartoo!! I'm your secret santa from @mlsecretsanta! I hope you'll like the DJWifi OneShot and that it's a coffee shop au ,:D Again, happy holidays, have a great time at the end of this decade and I hope you'll have a great new years 2020!

Ao3 / FF.net

~~~

He wasn’t addicted to coffee. No matter how much Marinette and Adrien tried convincing him that he was, because his financial situation slowly began suffering under it, he wasn’t addicted to coffee.

After all, he didn’t visit the coffee shop because of this.

Or, at least, not because of only the coffee. Admittedly, this drink, or better, the caffeine in that drink, had sometimes saved his day.

But no, his prime reason why he was visiting the coffee shop was to see the sweet Barista who always gave him the wonderful smile and the extra bit whipped cream.

He sighed if he only thought about her, even if he should be concentrating on his lecture. Though, he couldn’t stop remembering her. He couldn’t stop propping his head up in his hand and sighing dreamily while the musical theory professor went on and on about harmonies up front.

Nino leant back in the narrow seating rows, lifting his arms behind his head. It was the last week before Christmas and he knew he should pay attention not to fail his exams after the Christmas break but he couldn’t help it.

She was beautiful.

Her hazel-green eyes lit up everytime he saw her and her beautiful tanned skin seemed like molten chocolate when he thanked her and she smiled at him. He couldn’t bear how beautiful she was.

When she spoke, her voice was like honey, rich and wonderful and so sweet that his heart actually skipped a beat and when she smirked smugly at him when he blushed, he couldn’t help but being infatuated by her again and again.

She was an angel to him, a wonderful young goddess on earth and he totally had a crush on her. Secretly, but he did.

With another sigh he played with his pen and thought about her beautiful hair that shone like gold to him. Which shampoo did she use, he wondered?

And did she dye her hair somehow? Did she go to the barber for that or did she do it herself if she did?

For some reason he didn’t think she did. For some reason he was sure that her hair was all natural, despite the brightly glowing orange tips. He was sure she was all natural. He hair just didn’t look dyed, because he knew what dyed hair looked like. Or well, he claimed he knew, since he had a model as a friend and was pretty sure Adrien had told him about the dangers of dying hair because it’d break or something.

With a slight grin he let the testosterone take over and let his imaginary gaze wander down, to her chest, admittedly, but mostly her soft looking stomach and her wide hips when he stepped close enough to the counter to see enough of her. He didn’t do that often at all but sometimes, he couldn’t help it. When he was waiting for her to finish his coffee and there was no other costumer, he stepped closer to the counter to seemingly look at the cake display.

He knew that she knew, though, that he was checking her out with shy glances and hidden blushes and even if he did his best not to let this happen too often, he couldn’t help finding her attractive and well, he couldn’t help being a boy either.

At least he didn’t stare. Or, well, he did stare, admittedly, and he couldn’t stop.

But he knew for a fact that she did the same! Adrien had been there once with him and even that naïve, soft bean of a friend claimed that the Barista was checking him out.

Honestly, it filled Nino with pride to be checked out.

It meant she was attracted to him, too, right?

He’d visit her again this afternoon, he promised. A coffee couldn’t hurt, he thought, and he’d find 2€ somewhere, he was sure. Even if he’d have to beg for Adrien to lend him that again.

But he had to see her again. He had to see her so badly that he immediately sprinted out of the lecture when his professor was done talking and ran out counting his money on the go. The coffee shop was only five minutes away and he was eager to talk to her again.

Maybe he’d even have the courage to ask her out today. Maybe.

With a cheer he found his last money and directed his steps directly to the coffee shop, glad that he wouldn’t have to beg Adrien for money again. He’d just be even more in his debt as he already was and it’d just lead to more teasing from his friends’ side.

He was out of breath as he arrived at the coffee shop in just three minutes instead of five, having ran over a few red lights (and risking being picked up by a car in a not so healthy way), but at least he was here, and with a glance inside he already saw her beautiful face in profile.

With clumsy movements he tried combing through his unruly short hair but he couldn’t stop it from standing up in spikes in all directions.

With a groan he entered the coffee shop anyway. Either way, however he looked, she’d recognize him and that was the most important to him.

Though, the tension inside the shop was almost so thick he had the feeling he could cut it with a knife if he tried. There weren’t that many customers sitting on a few tables in the easily overlooked cafe and just one guy on the counter, but somehow, something was wrong. Nino at first pretended to stomp his boots free from the snow and to adjust his jacket, to hear what was going on. Because Alya wasn’t at all the cheerful girl he remembered, as of now. She seemed pissed.

Carefully, he listened to the conversation that somehow also made the other customers uneasy, and gave him a bad feeling.

“C’mon, sweetheart, just one date.”, the guy tried now as Alya tried her best ignoring him, making her coffee. She was obviously fuming on the inside, “I’ll even pay for you.”

She shot him a forced polite glance because her work rules said so, and thanked him but still declined.

“Very nice of you.”, Nino heard her voice shivering in anger, “But no, thank you.”

He could see that she was this close to snapping. If they had been on the streets and she wasn’t working, she’d probably already kicked his balls, but her uniform didn’t allow her to. He knew she needed this job and it wasn’t exactly easy to find a decent job for a student. He knew, he had tried himself, even with all the DJing gigs he already took on.

So she needed to be polite, no matter what he said.

“You’re playing hard to get, I like that.”, the guy gave her a toothy grin and she finally showed the first sign of real discomfort, crossing her arms and the corners of her mouth twitching.

That was it.

She wasn’t feeling safe anymore and he’d have to intervene. How?

He didn’t know that yet.

Her glance shifted towards him and her eyes immediately showed relief when he locked his gaze on hers, nodding slightly. She gave him a forced smile, then he knew what to do.

“.. ‘Afternoon, beautiful.”, he greeted and seemingly comfortably hung his jacket up, as if he’d done that a thousand times already. Alya gave him a puzzled glance but he continued.

Nino passed the guy on the counter with a natural “Sup, man.” and joined Alya behind the counter, pressing a kiss to her cheek while grabbing an apron.

“Who’s that guy?”, the man behind the counter now asked, watching Nino skeptically.

“Hi, I’m Nino. Her boyfriend.”, Nino shot back, now done knotting the apron of some coworker, “And coworker. Did she already finish your order? Can I do anything else for you?”

The guy begrudgingly grabbed his coffee that Alya had just finished and snorted at him, shaking his head.

“That leek of a boy, are you serious? I could give you a thousand times more than him.”, he commented and Nino thanked everything the customers had to pay beforehand.

“Oh, you mean like, a thousand times more flowers? You’re welcome to help me out with that, I don’t have that much money. How generous of you!”, Nino glared at him as he propped his hands up on his hips and a few customers began cheering as the man glared at him and left, huffing a last time before the door slid open to let him out.

As Nino was sure the man was gone, he awkwardly turned around to Alya and undid the apron again, the furious blush heating up his face.

“S-Sorry for that. I could tell you were uncomfortable. I’ll just uh-… Take this off now.”, he handed her the apron and was almost past her when she turned around, holding him there. Nino tilted his head at her but she didn’t even hesitate to hug him.

“… Thank you.”, she brought out, shivering, “Thank you so much.”

He chuckled as he hugged her back.

“Not a problem.”