I’ve seen a lot of criticism of episode 18 of Miraculous Ladybug in the tags today as compared to ep 17 - specifically, the irony (or failure) of the series seemingly reversing its opinion on the partnership of Chat Noir and Ladybug against Hawkmoth.
But I don’t think that these episodes contradict. Just because Ladybug can (and does) save the day herself doesn’t devalue Chat Noir or make Chat Noir’s partnership less valuable to Ladybug.
Ladybug has always been portrayed as completely capable on her own. This is not a new development! In Copycat there’s a memorable line where Copycat complains that he’s better than Chat, and Ladybug - stealing Chat’s baton back from Copycat - announces, ‘but I’m better than both of you!’ She’s more of a strategist - she has to be to use the Lucky Charm - and Chat Noir tends to follow her lead in akuma fights. Ladybug is the only one with the power to cleanse akuma and fix akuma-caused damage. Chat Noir tends to run interference while she takes the action that will save the day.
However, Ladybug and Chat Noir both consider themselves to have a partnership. Episode 17 was all about how they choose to work together. Despite the fact that Ladybug doesn’t seem to be willing or able to save Chat when Antibug uses him as bait against Ladybug, he’s still unwavering in his faith in her, and later Ladybug announces proudly that they’re a team. The importance of Ladybug saying that they are a team is actually enhanced by the fact that she can save the day on her own. She CHOOSES to rely on Chat Noir.
The series has also taken pains throughout to show that they work well together and that Ladybug does rely on Chat whenever he’s there. She depends on Chat to keep the akuma busy while she figures out how to use her Lucky Charm.
Ladybug listens to Chat Noir’s advice.
She can give him directions and knows he’ll understand and follow her lead instantly; they work seamlessly together in team fights and discuss strategy.
And Chat does a lot of amazing things himself! There’s an episode where he spends the majority of the episode holding off an entire army of knights all by himself, mostly by fencing with his baton. He has night vision and rescues Ladybug from Stormy Weather, and takes Marinette to a safe place (so she can transform, little does he know) versus the Gamer. It’s true he often goes down first, but that’s because he’s almost always distracting the enemy while Ladybug figures out how to use her Lucky Charm. He rescues Ladybug from having her Miraculous stolen several times and from taking fatal hits at least twice if not more. Just because Ladybug is stronger doesn’t mean Chat is useless.
One of the great things about Miraculous Ladybug is that Ladybug is allowed to be a shining heroine all on her own. (This is rare for a female superhero; in most hero universes at least one man is as strong or stronger than any female heroines.) And the fact she doesn’t absolutely need Chat Noir means that she works with him because she likes to! As much as she shuts down his flirting and finds him ridiculous, she wants his company. Ladybug has chosen Chat Noir out of her own free will, not because she’d fail without him.
In conclusion: It’s super romantic to hear characters say ‘I need you, I’d die without you, you are necessary to my existence.’ But there is a different, more mature romance in a person who is complete in themselves choosing to include another person in their life. This is the delight of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s partnership, and why even though ep 18 was about how Ladybug can do everything herself, she’s still a team with the all-important Chat Noir.
Winter just kicks in the door as Cinder is about to beat up ozpin and just has her hair down and she's pissed off and her poor robe is shredded but she's ready to dual wield her wands and tranquility is chucked right out the god damn window.
Yes please someone save this shitty old man. In any other circumstance he’d tell her to run but damn if he’s going to get in front of the fuck-you train that is the Winter Maiden. He’ll probably be beat to hell but at least he’ll have a good view of the battle of the century before he blacks out from his fifteen concussions.
Well, I dunno if many of you know, but my notebook is broken and I’m currently using my mom’s. My father told me the repair would be too expensive for now so we can’t pay for it. I don’t want to keep using my mom’s notebook because she uses it for her job issues so I don’t want to bother anyone. I added a donate button in my description, if any of you could help me spreading this or donating me any value is great! thanks a lot and have a great day!!
Requested by @dylanobrienimagine: This time I’ll show my face :D I’ve requested “Saviour”. First - I freakin love it! Thanks a lot ❤❤❤ I’d love a 2nd part. Maybe Stiles could stick to y/n after what happened, but they didn’t talk about what Stiles said, so she doesn’t know how to act in his presence. To clear her mind she gets some distance between but then she manages to get caught by Theo,who holds her captive. Once again Stiles saves the day and then they finally speak out. Some fluff would be nice ❤ Hope this isn’t too much.
A/N: Here we go! First of all: I am so glad you enjoyed Part 1! I hope you will like this one too and that it is as you wanted! Part one can be found here. Requests are open and welcome! :) <3
is weird since that evening at the sheriff’s station and you are pretty sure
that everybody can sense that. You and Stiles have never talked about what he
said. Actually you have never talked about the events in general. You want to. But you are just not sure if he feels the same way or if you are exaggerating
and he just meant all that in a friendly kind of way.
thing that has changed is his behaviour. You have always been close, always
sitting at the same table at lunch and stuff like that. But since Tracy’s
attack he almost doesn’t leave your side any more. He accompanies you to your
classes, he leads seemingly casual and coincidental conversations at your
locker and overall spends more time with you than ever before. Still, he
doesn’t talk about anything important in that time. Actually nothing meaningful
at all, which utterly confuses you. What is this all about? You have no idea
and you start to feel uncomfortable in his presence. You just don’t know how
you should act. Approach him, tell him that you’ve feelings for him? Or do the
exact opposite and clarify that he doesn’t have to stick to you just because he
said those words in an overemotional moment? He doesn’t make any move
whatsoever that’d make his intentions any clearer, therefore it’s impossible
for you to figure out what is right or wrong.
end of the week you are exhausted and also a tiny bit angry.
Angry at Stiles because he is so oblivious to the fact that things between the
two of you are awkward and angry at yourself because you don’t have the guts to
tell him the truth. The whole school day you tend to answer him in one line
sentences and kind of cool but he acts like he doesn’t notice. He just babbles
on about lacrosse and the next game on Tuesday, which he has done for the last
two days, and resigns to ask questions any more. This is definitely making you
crazy, you have to stop it before you lose your temper! Thankfully it’s Friday,
it will be easier to flee him on the weekends and maybe come up with a decent
know, maybe we can meet to study tomorrow?”, he suddenly suggests as the two of
you are on the way to Lydia’s car after your last class.
shoot him an irritated look. “We are not even in the same grade.”
just shrugs and displays a smile that’s a little bit too bright for your taste.
Not his natural smile. You know exactly how that one looks.
heard you have some problems in Chemistry and I can help you with that.”
nearly reached the car now. You can already see Lydia behind the wheel,
pouting and waving at you impatiently. You need to solve this quickly.
Stiles, I think it would be better if we didn’t see each other in the next few
days. Lydia can help me studying”, you finally admit, looking at him
just a hint of hurt in his caramel brown eyes that he hurries to hide. Great.
Now you are feeling bad.
annoying you”, he states.
sigh. “No, that’s not it. I just need time to myself. I’m sorry.”
that you turn away from him and walk the last distance to the car in a fast
pace, leaving him behind, standing on the spot and staring after you.
to make the same stupid decision when you need to get your head free: go for a
jog. So now you step outside, inhaling the fresh air and putting in your
earphones before you start to run. Not very fast but in a steady pace, keeping
your pulse under control and intact with the music. It definitely is soothing
and you nearly start to enjoy the distraction but it doesn’t last very long.
awaits you as you are two streets from your house, hidden from any neighbour’s
view because of the towering trees to both of your sides. Your eyes are pretty
much fixed on the pavement, so you are already pretty close before you notice
him. You stop dead at once, a surprised gasp escaping your lips, and rip the
are you doing here?”, you ask breathlessly, fear rising in your stomach. This
can’t be coincidence.
smiles. Not a nice smile but a dangerous one.
waited so long to finally get you alone”, he states.
realize what’s gonna happen right before something hard hits the back of your
head and everything goes black.
awake your head throbs and you are dizzy. The pounding pain makes you moan. It
takes you a second to realize that you can’t move your hands or your feet. And
another few seconds to finally clear your foggy view.
dark and damp. That’s what you sense at once. As you look down on your body you
discover that you are roped to a chair that is placed on a solid cement floor.
Then you scan the room. It’s not broad but long and you can hear water dripping
somewhere. All those observations make the fear reappear, only a lot stronger
now. You know where you are. These must be the tunnels that the pack speculated
you see?”, Theo’s voice suddenly says right behind you. He steps into your view, displaying an expression of pure satisfaction that evokes your hatred.
Stiles was right to mistrust this guy.
very much”, you snap, glaring at him because that’s pretty much the only thing you
can do. “What do you want from me, Theo?”
“Glad you ask”, he says softly before he comes closer and bends down to you. You
can feel his breath on your neck and it makes you feel sick. “As you know I
want the perfect pack. And for that I need Stiles. Void Stiles, to be exact. I
just have to draw him to the surface and he seems to care a lot about you. What
do you think, how angry will he become when I hurt you?”
snort, ignoring his finger caressing your cheek. He just wants to provoke you,
you won’t give him that.
Stiles is gone. There is no way to get him back!”
just shrugs and smiles. “We shall see.”
gets his phone out of the pocket and points the camera towards your face. You
close your eyes, pressing your lips together and trying hard to stay strong, to
endure whatever he has planned for your suffering. Two heartbeats pass before
his claws slash your cheek and the hot blood drips on your shoulder. You can’t
hold the piercing scream.
track of time. It’s always dark and impossible to estimate if it’s day or night
and how long you have been sitting on this chair for. You are constantly
shifting in and out of sleep while your stomach starts to hurt badly and the
pain gets worse, although the blood is long dried on your face. Theo is gone.
Thank God. He left Corey to watch over you who seems very uncomfortable. Why
the hell are they still doing whatever Theo asks of them? Bringing someone back
to life must have a pretty big effect on them.
close your eyes for a moment, wishing yourself to a nicer place. Somewhere
safe. Damnit, you will never go for a jog ever again.
growl sounds through the hallways you are determined that it’s part of your
fantasy at first. Just wish thinking. But as you look up to find Corey’s face
highly worried you realize that it’s real. A real growl, a very angry one. A
growl you know all too well. Scott.
spirits return to you and anticipation rises. Corey shoots you a confused look,
taking a few steps away from you and in the growl’s direction, obviously
insecure of what to do.
whole body tenses as you wait for something to happen, someone to show up. It’s
back to the general silence and dripping. But you can sense that someone is
comes from the other direction. Witty. Typical Stiles, but you still jump as
you suddenly feel a soft touch on your shoulder and snap your head aside.
Stiles looks at you, observing the blood with a frown but also putting a finger
on his lips to show you to stay quiet. Then he lets go of you to approach
Corey, who is still staring into the darkness where he thinks Scott’s growl
must have come from.
notices Stiles with his supernatural hearing before he reaches him but it’s far too late. As he turns Stiles is already at him, injecting him with something
from a syringe in the neck. Corey goes still at once and crashes to the floor,
his eyes widened and awake but his body unable to move anymore. Kanima poison. God,
how much you love Stiles’ brain for those fantastic ideas!
is at your side within seconds, ripping the ropes from you with trembling
hands. You want to embrace him, to hug him, thank him and never let go of him
but your body is just too weak. You are unable to control your muscles. You
just fall into Stiles’ spread arms and wince.
okay…”, he mumbles hoarsely. Now it’s his breath that brushes your neck
but this time the sensation is warm and very welcome. “I’ll get you out of
keeps his promise, as usually. You are only half awake on the way to Scott’s
house, but it gets better as Melissa gives you something to drink and eat and
cleans your wounds. Scott leans in the doorframe, watching you with concern but
Stiles never leaves your side, holding your hand constantly throughout the
process. Because you are so tired they convince you to stay and rest in Isaac’s
old room for now. Stiles accompanies you up there, supporting your weight and only
letting go of you as you lie down in the hellishly comfortable bed. Then he
sits next to you.
Lydia on the way?”, you ask him weakly.
gently brushing a strain of hair out of your face and behind your ear. The
touch makes you all dizzy again.
tell her to wait until you are awake. How are you?”, he asks.
for a smile to reassure him of your well-being. “I am alright, it will heal. I really
should’ve studied with you.”
corners of his mouth twitch all so slightly but your joke doesn’t make him
laugh. For the first time his eyes trail from you to his nervously fidgeting
hands in his lap
“And I shouldn’t
have been such an idiot and talked to you. I am so sorry, Y/N! I know you
waited for me to address what I spilled back in the station but you know how I
am…socially awkward and stupid and absolutely not able to master tricky
situations like that. When I saw that video of Theo hurting you I…I got so
angry and…what I said is true. I can’t lose you.”
affection washes over you and maybe it’s the pain pills but for the first time
you are bold enough to be honest with him and to not hesitate. “It’s the same
for me, Stiles. Since…well…pretty much forever.”
raises his eyebrows in surprise. The delight immediately shows in his warm
noticed”, he admits.
your eyes. The sleep nearly has you in his grip now but you need to stay conscious.
Just a little longer.
you are very blind”, you whisper.
smile you love so much appears. He takes your hand in his, the only steady
thing in this crazy world, and bends down to you.
anymore”, he states before he presses his lips softly on yours. It’s just a
short kiss. Soft and loving, an impression of more intense kisses to come as soon as you are better. It’s beautiful and feels even better than you
you have to rest, sleepy head”, he orders afterwards.
eyes already flutter shut but you manage to get a grip on his hand and stop him
stay”, you mumble.
have to tell him twice. He lifts the blanket and lies down beside you, wrapping
his arms protectively around your body. And that’s how you fall asleep, feeling
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Rolling his eyes at me, the black haired, delicate looking creature in front of me ripped open the woman’s neck, stepping back just in time so that blood wouldn’t spatter on his clothes.
“I was having fun,” he growled.
“Oh please, like a whore could satisfy you better than I could,” stepping out from the shadows, my ebony hair caught the faint light from the beginning of the alley as my eyes narrowed at the sight in front of me. There he was; my savior. Drinking the blood of a woman in a short dress and horribly dyed red hair.
Or so he called himself, after all this time –almost four or five years - he insisted that he had saved me that day I woke up in his bed, clad in a nightgown. Well it’s not like I have any memories to go on, so I just rolled with it. He’s never treated me badly so I really have nothing to complain about.
“You could’ve just killed her and drank quickly you know,” I rolled my eyes at him, “I was waiting for you.”
Wiping his lips he smirked, “Waiting for me to fuck you.”
Scoffing, I turned around. “Maybe you’re right, you’ll never know.”
Arms wrapped around me and his sweet as honey voice whispered in my ear, “Oh really now?”
Pulling myself away, I grinned. “Yes, because now I’m thirsty and I think I’m going to go find a sexy motherfucker at the club to satisfy me.” Shooting him a wink, I sprinted away back to our apartment. Hearing his footsteps not one beat after mine, I sped up.
Less than an hour later I stepped out the bathroom, makeup fully done.
“Why are you so dressed up?” he called lazily from his perch on the bed.
Rolling my eyes I answered, “Are you deaf? I clearly said before that I’m going to the club.”
Making my way to the closet, I pulled out a dress that I had reserved for clubbing and the like. Pulling it on, it stopped on my thigh with a deep plunge showing most of my cleavage –which was also enhanced by me not wearing a bra- I spun around once and nodded in satisfaction as the glitter-covered dress shone.
Tilting my head at the now entranced male on the bed, I asked a silent question.
“You look like a whore,” he commented dryly.
Stretching my red lips into a smile, “Perfect.”
So fast, I couldn’t see him move, he was in front of me. Arms pulled me into his chest as his lips crashed against mine. Opening my mouth, I allowed his tongue to snake in and play with mine, his teeth nipping at my lip as he pulled away. Sighing, I wriggled out of his grasp and walked away to the bathroom. “Now I have to re-apply my lipstick, thanks jackass.”
“No problem bitch,” he called sweetly. Rolling my eyes, I went back into the bathroom, emerging five minutes later ready to leave. “I don’t know if I’ll be back tonight,” I winked, “Maybe I’ll play a bit before satisfying my thirst.”
Growling, he ignored me and stalked into the now empty bathroom, slamming the door. Smirking, I looked in the mirror one last time before nodding; I looked sexy as fuck.
The bass thrummed in the air that was heavy with the heat of so many bodies packed together. I could smell the sweat, lust and most importantly, the hot blood in everyone’s veins as I weaved my way over to the bar ignoring the hands that grabbed at me, at least for now.
Winking at the bartender I ordered my drink and sat down, waiting for someone to approach me. A few did, but none caught my interest so I sent them away with a quick scoff and roll of my eyes. Finally, I set my eyes on someone. His pale skin complimented his blond hair and I found my eyes wandering his tall frame. Broad shoulders and a slim figure suited his height as he lounged in the corner with a friend at his side and a glass in his hand.
Licking my lips, I set my own empty glass down and stood up. Running a hand through my hair, I wound through the crowd to the corner where he stood. I saw his eyes catch sight of me and my lips twitched up as I saw him stand up just a bit straighter.
Coming to a stop in front of him, I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip. Barely sparing his friend a look I rest a hand on his arm, “Want to dance?”
Nodding, he handed the glass to the grinning male next to him and allowed me to lead him into the throng of bodies in the middle of the dance floor. I felt his hands on my waist as I turned around, allowing the curve of my ass to rest lightly on his covered bulge. Grinning in satisfaction as I heard the groan leave his mouth, I grinded against him. I allowed his hands to roam over my body and sighed as they seemed to hesitate to run over my breasts. “You can touch me you know.”
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he explained. What a gentleman, it almost made me feel guilty for what I was going to do. “It’s fine,” I turned around to wink at him. “Well in that case, he licked his lips as his hand came to rest on my ass, large palms giving it a light squeeze and bringing me impossibly closer to him. My lips parted and I felt my fangs start to poke out as his scent surrounded me, his blood beckoning me. Giving in to the urge, I reached up to plant a kiss on his neck, cursing his height as I had to stretch even in the heels I wore. Chuckling, he leaned down to allow me better access which I took full advantage of. Licking the skin I gently grazed my teeth over the pale expanse of skin, feeling him shudder under my touch. In response, his hand slithered its way up my back before tangling itself in my hair. Gently pulling my head back he captured my lips and I almost forgot that we were still on the dance floor as his tongue coaxed me to play with him.
Stumbling over each other, hands grabbing at whatever we could touch, we made our way into his apartment. Kicking the door shut behind us, he picked me up and slammed me against the wall. “Sorry but I don’t have the patience to make it to the bed right now,” he murmured against my lips. I just moaned in response as he trailed kisses down my neck.
Setting me down, he ripped my dress straight down the middle and ignored my open mouth as he descended onto my chest. Large hand groping at one breast, his mouth devoured the other as I clutched onto his dyed hair. Getting tired of playing with my erect nipple, he trailed open mouthed kisses and bites along the length of my body until he reached my core. Sparing a minute to grin at me, he winked before taking my thong between my teeth and dragging it down my legs. Kicking it away, I spread my legs as he held my hips. Burying his face between my legs, he groaned. Moaning at the vibration I begged him to do something before I took matters into my own hands.
“Well why don’t you then?” he pulled back to grin cheekily at me. Growling at him, I pushed myself away from the wall before grabbing him and pushing him onto it. Lips curling into a sneer, I purred into his ear (steadily ignoring the way that I had to tip-toe to reach that high). “Just wait and see what I do to you.”
Running my hands along his torso, I took my time in unbuttoning his shirt, gently peeling it off despite his protests. Grinning at his impatience, I shushed him and licked my lips as I admired his toned stomach. Ignoring the urge to leave marks on his unblemished skin, my hands trailed down to his jeans where an obvious bulge clearly showed. I tortured myself as I slowly pulled down his zipper. I just wanted him to fuck me now.
It seemed like he heard my thoughts because he growled and suddenly grabbed my arms, turning us around and slamming me against the wall once more. Taking off the jeans as quickly as possible, he did the same to his underwear before kicking both garments away. His hands went to my thighs as he lifted me up, my back flat against the wall as his very erect member brushed against my very wet opening.
“Just fuck me already.” “With pleasure.”
Pushing in with one fluid movement, I screamed as he filled me up completely. Pulling out again he thrusted back in so hard, I swear I moved up the wall a little bit. His hands held me tightly as he fucked me against the wall, sucking hickies onto my neck and cleavage as he cursed about how tight I was. My vision clouded red and my gums started to hurt as I felt my teeth emerge fully. Burying my face in his neck I moaned as I felt the familiar coil of heat in the pit of my stomach. He groaned as I sucked his neck, the urge to bite him taking over my thoughts. Deciding to wait until we both reached our heights, struggled to contain my sharpened teeth in my mouth even as I marked his skin purple.
Finally we were both cursing as I tightened around him, my orgasm taking over me as I clenched around his hard member. That triggered his own peak as he thrusted into me one last time before pulling out and allowing his seed to spray out onto my stomach, some getting onto my legs. I felt him lose some of his energy as he gently put me down, hands staying around my waist as he chuckled.
“I just realized I never told you my name,” he murmured into my hair as I kept my face pressed against his neck. “What is it?” I asked. “Sehun, Oh Sehun.” I grinned against his skin, “Well Sehun, I must say, you were a good fuck. I almost feel sorry for what I’m about to do.” “What are you-” he cut off himself with a sharp inhale as my fangs finally sunk into his neck. Pulling myself away, I sneered at the fear in his eyes as he took in my red eyes coupled with his red blood smeared on my lips and some on my chin.
Using my strength, I pushed him against the wall and re-attached my lips to the bite. It felt like forever as I drained him, his blood satisfying my thirst as I felt the life leave his body. Such a shame, he was so good looking and seemed so nice. Stepping back to take one last glance at his angled face, I felt a brief moment of pity before I turned away.
Finding the bedroom with ease, I flung open his closet and took out a shirt and jeans. Draping the white garment around me but leaving it unbuttoned, I held the jeans in my hand as I went back to the living room to search for my thong. Only to find Luhan with a scowl on his face and a lighter in his hand. “Were you here the whole time?”
His clenched jaw was the only answer I needed and I shrugged, “Never thought you would be into voyeurism but whatever floats your boat I guess. Anyway, have you seen my panties?”
He growled, “Don’t get sassy with me, I’m going to punish you when we get home so I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth of yours unless you want me to occupy it with something right here, right now.”
My tongue traced my lips as I smirked, “Kinky.”
Striding towards me, he shoved something into my arms and I recognized one of my dresses. “Oh Lu, how thoughtful,” I simpered. “You’re not going home with me in one of his shirts,” he snarled. “Way to ruin the moment,” I snapped.
His look warned me not to say anything further and I complied as I took off the shirt, flinging Sehun’s clothes somewhere as I pulled on the dress. “Come,” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me as soon as I was dressed. Slamming the door to the apartment, he pulled me along with him until we were at the back of the building.
“Now, we’re going home and I’m going to get that fucker’s scent off of you.”
I always end up killing Sehun lol. No hard feelings right?
Idk if its way too late for this, but I wish you would write a fic where Tony goes to Steve for comfort after something distressing happens and Tony straddles Steve's lap and Steve just holds him tight and Tony hides his face in Steve's neck and idk, just loving, life-affirming cuddles and lots of comfort
I’ve been saving these for days like today. I am like SO MAD at Steve right now, but I’m trying to set it aside.
There are lots of days where Tony tells himself he’s ok. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Today is one of the latter; a day when sudden movements out of the corner of his eye make him flinch and his chest aches for no particular reason and he doesn’t want to join the team for breakfast but feels like he has to.
He slinks in last, shoulders hunched, and sees the spot left for him between Bruce and Steve. It’s where he always sits, and his favorite mug is already there waiting, filled with piping hot coffee. Tony thinks about just leaving for all of two seconds before Steve catches sight of him.
“Tony!” he says, with that warm smile that has never once failed to make Tony’s heart skip a beat. “Come on. Clint made pancakes.”
The last thing Tony wants is food, but he can think of something much better. He walks over to the table, but instead of sitting down he straddles Steve’s lap.
“Aw, come on! Not while we’re eating -” Clint starts to complain.
Tony ignores him, ignores all of them, burying his face in the warm crook of Steve’s neck. It means he can’t see what’s going on, but sometimes when he gets like this that’s better.
“Tony?” Steve asks softly, wrapping arms around him automatically. “Babe?”
He just shakes his head and holds on a little tighter, willing the world to go away, and gradually the chatter around them starts up again as the rest of the team goes back to eating.