he is not a subtle kitty

By Storm or By Surprise

Chapter Two

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May 2018 

Chat just barely made it to his classroom, now abandoned for lunch, before losing his transformation. He sighed in relief, leaning against the desks, and gave himself a minute to catch his breath.

“Jeez, kid, shouldn’t you be better at timing these things by now?” Plagg asked, hovering.

“Sorry,” Adrien breathed heavily, “won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, it will. Just make sure you’re stocked up on extra cheese when it does, it’s hard enough keeping my energy up without you cutting everything so close to-” Plagg stopped whining and promptly vanished inside Adrien’s shirt. There was only one reason Plagg would disappear without finishing a demand for Camembert. Stomach sinking, Adrien slowly turned around.

Standing in the doorway was a very shocked Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

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OK I’M CALLING THE BEST PETER TONY PARALLEL:

Tony is wearing the cat shirt on the way back from Civil War. Why? Because after being rescued from/leaving Siberia he was probably short on clothes and threw on whatever he could find

Peter needs a change of clothes after the ferry and ends up in Hello Kitty pants because he had to throw on whatever could be found

It’s so subtle but they both tried so hard to help people and got in over their heads and…ended up a little stranded. No wonder Tony sees himself when he looks at this kid. (Also explains the cat shirt beyond RDJ’s excellent taste in fashion)

Courage the Cowardly Dog: Brother of the Bride

Kitty and Bunny are getting married, at last.  It’s reason for much rejoicing, but not everyone is as happy as they ought to be.  

Courage does not think Katz is a very good brother.  

Inspired by c2ndy2c1d’s villains-as-caretakers AU

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Our Cloud

Prompt: Guardian


Seated in the plush red seat across from Don Pecora, Tsuna listened to his angered rant. He kept particular attention on the overweight man’s tone and body language, but he did not have concerns over Pecora attempting to harm him. At least, not by his own hands. Tsuna didn’t miss how he was placed rather neatly in front of a large plate-glass window, his back facing the scenery displayed outside. He also knew how enraged Pecora was over his continuous refusal to integrate their Families a little more closely together. Doing so would ensure a surge in business transactions, which Pecora was lacking. But the Vongola worked alone, and the Family Alliance was mostly a truce between dozens of other Mafia Families with the Vongola—to keep in their good graces.

Pecora didn’t seem to understand the role of the Family Alliance, but that wasn’t surprising. He was incredibly stupid, especially considering why he had lured Tsuna to his mansion (with rather strict instructions that Pecora preferred he come alone). Pecora seemed a bit taken aback that Tsuna had agreed but had taken it in stride. He was seeing this as a rare opportunity to rid himself of a pest, an uncooperative rival, and probably had unattainable visions of usurping the Vongola throne for himself after the assassination was completed.

He clearly did not get what ‘most powerful Mafia Family in the world’ encompassed.

Tsuna waited calmly, discretely shifting his gaze between Pecora and the watch strapped around his wrist. Pecora did not notice his divided attention, no doubt believing this was his chance to call the Vongola Don every name under the sun before he was disposed of.

Obviously delusional.

The seconds ticked down and in the moment a bullet was meant to pass through the glass and into the back of his head, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. Pecora halted, words dying in his throat at the figure that loomed in the doorway.

Tonfas in hand, flickering with Cloud Flames, Hibari turned a murderous stare on the petrified Pecora. Tsuna stood, stretching his arms over his head and moving aside as Hibari strode forwards. He grabbed the stammering man by his neck, bones cracking beneath his fingertips, and threw him through the broken doorway.

Pecora found himself sprawled out against blood-stained hardwood, his Mafioso prone and moving, scattered down the corridor. A gasp escaped his lips when a foot pressed down against the base of his spine with deadly pressure.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest, expression unimpressed. “It’s very insulting, for you to think I would be so moronic as to walk obliviously to my own death. I am not quite sure what you hoped to accomplish here, other than an impulsive grab for power and notoriety. I do not tolerate those who attempt to harm me or my family. This is your doing.”

There was a sickening crack and the man fell limp on the floor. Tsuna let out a quiet sigh and turned his chin, looking down the corridor. He did not like to kill, he despised it. But he knew it could not be helped, not when they were people like Pecora who would like nothing more to destroy him and everyone he loved.

“You didn’t kill all of them, did you?” he asked his Cloud, taking in the carnage properly for the first time.

Hibari turned to face Tsuna with a flat gaze. “What do you think?”

A quiet moan sounded from the other end of the hall, and a beaten Mafioso turned over in agony. Tsuna glanced at Hibari in amusement. “Pretty sure he got the hint after the first couple of blows.”

“Herbivores like these are imbeciles. Only a strong demonstration will teach them the full lesson,” returned Hibari. “They will be scrambling like ants to restore order to their broken hierarchy. Pecora did not get around to choosing an heir. It will be entertaining.”

“Have I ever told you how glad I am you’re on my side?”

“For now.”

There was a smirk on his lips as Hibari turned and stepped over stirring bodies, Tsuna walking beside him. Hibari had taken care of every possible threat to Tsuna’s life, all before the time the plan was meant to be executed. Tsuna knew that Hibari would never fail to protect him or the others, a barrier between them and the enemy.

Gray eyes roaming over the mission file splayed out on the glass café table, Hibari swirled the water around his glass with the straw, the ice clinking together. Ensuring that everything was in order, he closed the beige folder and slipped it into his black leather messenger bag. He shifted his stare to scan the bustling street, his ire increasing when he did not spot the two illusionists amongst an otherwise faceless crowd.

They had arranged to meet him so they could hand over their reports and finish the mission file. Hibari had finished his component of the job two hours ago, and he knew Mukuro and Chrome had already wrapped up their loose ties. They had no reasons to be late.

Hibari was just about to leave when a flash of blue caught his peripheral vision. Mukuro strode down the sidewalk, a lazy expression on his features. He caught the punch Hibari aimed at his face and said, “I’m only ten minutes late.”

“It’s disrespectful to be even a minute late,” snapped Hibari. “I should have left nine minutes ago.”

Mukuro smirked. “Am I that vexing that you would leave Chrome behind to spite me?”

Hibari stared, eyes narrowing. “What is that supposed to mean?”

It was Mukuro’s turn to become confused. He had noticed Chrome was not around when he arrived, but assumed she was either in the bathroom or ordering food from inside the restaurant. “She left before me. I couldn’t locate my portion of papers, so I had to search for them. She’s not here?”

“No. When only you arrived I thought you were delivering her report as well.”

Hibari did not feel any negative emotions from Chrome, but he was not going to rule out foul play completely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialling the girl’s number. When she did not answer, he scowled and hung up. Mukuro frowned, brow furrowed. “She’s not responding to my mental summons either.”

Activating the app that let him track other cell phones, Hibari entered Chrome’s number. Immediately a blue dot appeared, a few blocks away from where they were. Mukuro peered over his shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

Slipping a hand beneath Hibari’s arm, Mukuro transported them to the location. When they rematerialized, they found themselves outside of an animal shelter. Children and adults were playing with the dogs and cats tied to their cages. Sitting against the building, an armful of fluffy white, black and brown kittens in her arms, was a blissful Chrome.

Mukuro stared for a moment, his tense muscles loosening with relief. “Kufufufufu. Should have known.”

Hibari strolled across the street and Chrome looked up. Her eye widened at the sight of him, suddenly realizing where she should be. “I’m sorry—”

Her apology was cut off by a quiet yip when Hibari threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling sharply and craning her neck at an uncomfortable angle. “When you’re not holding fragile baby cats, you’re getting bitten to death. Be where you’re supposed to be and if you’re taking a detour, tell someone. Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”

“I might have forgotten to turn on the ringer,” said Chrome sheepishly.

At the glower he directed at her, Mukuro strode forwards. “Relax, Kyoya. She got a little sidetracked—”

Hibari’s other hand shot out and planted against Mukuro’s chest. “You need to stop wasting my time and learn punctuality.”

His annoyance was clear, but beneath Chrome could feel subtle concern. She tugged on his pant leg. “I’m sorry. I should have let you know where I was. But I saw all the animals and I got so excited that I completely forgot.”

“Explains why you didn’t answer my mental summons. It’s never good to let yourself get so distracted,” said Mukuro, tone holding a rebuke.

“I’m really sorry.” Hibari did not seem completely appeased (considering he still had a grip on her short ponytail) Chrome extended a black kitten. “Would you like to hold a kitty?”

The kitten pawed at Hibari’s shirt and the Cloud gathered it into his arms with little hesitation. Chrome and Mukuro exchanged a grin, which Hibari did not miss. Running his fingers through the kitten’s fur, he glared at the two illusionists. “You’re both useless.”

“We love you too,” sang Chrome.

“Take out your reports. We’re getting the paperwork done now.”

“Here?” asked Mukuro, slightly incredulous as Hibari lowered to sit on the concrete beside Chrome.

“Yes. Get your sorry backside down here.”

Chrome was sure no other Mafioso had ever completed mission reports sitting on the ground, covered with kittens. But she was also certain there was no other Mafioso who could accomplish a feat while still looking menacing and threatening like Hibari.

The alley was narrow, and mostly dark with the exception of the pinpricks of dirty yellow light flickering feebly from streetlights, the bulbs most likely haven’t been replaced in years and miraculously still functioning. Footsteps pounded against the cracked concrete, curses and shouts echoing in the night air. The sounds were promptly cut off, one by one, until the alley was once again silent.

Stepping over the bald, tattooed body in front of him, Hibari scanned the area. There were no more thugs charging at him and he continued forwards. His gray eyes were focussed on the bent, rusted steel door at the end of the alley. When he was close enough he raised his foot and it look very little effort to dislodge it from its hinges.

After the dust had settled from the impact of the door striking against a concrete floor, he found himself in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. The four thugs lounging around hollered in shock and anger, immediately charging forwards. Hibari flicked them aside like ants, not breaking his stride.

“Ha ha, I’m glad to see you.”

Hibari did not respond, gray eyes critically studying Yamamoto’s condition. He used his tonfas to break the chains holding his wrists to a half-destroyed metal shelving unit and Yamamoto flexed them to get the feeling back. There were dark red marks indicating where the chains had restrained him, and his right eye was swollen shut, black and purple. There was a cut on his upper lip, dried blood creating a trail on his chin.

“What the hell happened?” demanded Hibari.

Yamamoto stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I was in my car, getting ready to go home, when there was a knock on my window. There was a guy asking for directions so I rolled it down so I could help him. Next thing I know I wake up in this warehouse.”

“You opened up your car to a disgusting herbivore like this,” snapped Hibari, angrily kicking a prone piercing-laden punk in the side.

Yamamoto shrugged. “I didn’t open my car—just put down the window. He looked he needed help. I wasn’t in a bad part of town, anyway.”

Hibari shook his head in disgust. “You let your guard down.”

“I did,” admitted Yamamoto. His tone made it clear he was displeased with his inability to handle a simple situation and Hibari knew he had no doubt been humiliated by the thugs. Yamamoto’s turned more sincere and sheepish as he said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let’s get out of here.”

Yamamoto retrieved his katana, which had been thrown carelessly aside after his assaulters had tied him up. The two walked out of the warehouse and down the alley. Hibari caught sight of a cut on the back of Yamamoto’s neck. It was most likely caused by the shelving he was chained to and Hibari said, “Are you up to date on your tetanus shot?”

“Yeah. Why, am I bleeding somewhere?”

Hibari caught Yamamoto’s fingers as they reached back to search for the injury that had prompted his question. “No, but there it is a wound. Don’t touch it or you’ll infect it.”

“Right. Hey, did you see my car?”

“Across the street, in a parking lot. Found the keys in one of the herbivores’ pockets.”

They reached Yamamoto’s car, which was relatively unscathed. Hibari removed the keys and slid into the driver’s seat. Having no protests, Yamamoto lowered into the passenger seat. “I guess they wanted my car to use for parts or money,” he mused.

“Or they were hoping to get some money out of you,” drawled Hibari, pointedly pulling on Yamamoto’s designer shirt, the logo stitched perfectly onto the right breast. “It’s almost ten thirty. What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh—I wanted some chips, but we didn’t have any.” Yamamoto reached behind him and removed a plastic bag, where a jumbo bag of potato chips was nestled. “Want some?”

Hibari stared at him blankly before starting the car. He inched to the exit of the parking lot, rolling down his window slightly. He nimbly plucked the chips from Yamamoto’s grasp and tossed it out into the trash bin they passed on the edge of the sidewalk. Putting the window back up he pulled onto the street, smirking at Yamamoto’s rather scandalized expression.

“You shouldn’t put garbage like that into your body, herbivore.”

There was a light drizzle, raindrops gently pelting the world below. Ryohei tugged his gray hood further over his head to block the water, eyes roaming the empty park. Hibari was a few feet away, leaning against the metal pole of a broken lamppost. They were shrouded in shadows, only detectable by those who were paying close attention to their surroundings.

There had been news reports of a sexual harasser prowling parks at night, targeting young women out for evening strolls or returning home from work. As the police were having trouble pinpointing the location of his next attack, Ryohei and Hibari were tasked by Tsuna to bring this creep down.

The always talkative boxer was quiet, his body tense and senses on high alert. Hibari knew Ryohei was thinking of the girls in their household, of how they could be just as much at risk of being assaulted. It was a possibility that disturbed Hibari as well, of course, but instead of worrying about the what-ifs, he focussed his attention on finding and eliminating the threat.

After about an hour, Ryohei finally spoke. “Are you sure this is the right park?”

“There’s five he hasn’t staked out yet,” replied Hibari. “It’s the closest to the one he committed his last assault in.”

Ryohei nodded, though his expression remained uncertain. It was another hour before a scream sounded throughout the vast space. It was abrupt, so short that it could have been easily missed if they were not listening for such a sign. Hibari’s ears immediately pinpointed the direction the cry had come from and the two were running, charging down the path and into a small section of trees and bushes.

Halfway through the thicket there was a thick, burly man, kneeling on top of a thrashing brunette female, his hand firmly covering her mouth. He was wearing a baggy hoodie and one hand was working to undo his pants.

The man’s head snapped upwards at the sound of crunching branches, but he did not get a chance to react. Ryohei launched into a flying tackle and brought the man off of the girl. The Sun expressed his disgust with the man’s utter repulsive actions with his fists and a string of curse-laden insults.

Hibari strode forwards, hooking an arm around the sobbing female’s shoulders and bringing her to her feet. Her shirt was torn and she was covered in bruises and dirt, but they had gotten there in time. She choked out words of gratitude and Hibari made a noise of acknowledgement, watching Ryohei unleash his aggression.

When the assaulter was properly bloody Hibari acted, grabbing Ryohei by the back of his sweater and hauling him up. “You made your point,” he said quietly, feeling his back heave with hard breaths.

“Yeah…yeah,” managed Ryohei, struggling to see past his furious haze. The crying of the terrified girl snapped him out of it completely and he hurried to her side, setting a hand on her shoulder in a soothing manner. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Hibari removed his cell phone and called the police, relaying their location. He took a moment to break the criminal’s arm, his screams music to his ears. The cops arrived and took the beaten and blood-soaked man into custody. The girl refused to get into the ambulance without her two rescuers, so Hibari and Ryohei found themselves waiting into the hospital waiting room at one in the morning.

When his adrenaline died down and his mind was clear, Ryohei realized that Hibari only intervened to tell him that he had done enough. He studied the Cloud, expression speculative. Eyes locked on the newspaper, aware of Ryohei’s intent gazing, Hibari spoke up. “What?”

“You hate it when someone takes your prey away from you. Why did you let me do the brunt of the damage?”

“You needed it. Fighting is a thrill, a sport, an activity, a release, therapeutic. It can be all of these at once or only one. Depends on the person, on the fight. You were tightly wound up. If you did not fight the object of your agitation, your aggression, your anger, your emotions would remain bottled up.”

Ryohei was stunned for a brief moment by Hibari’s observation. Eventually he smiled and said, “You’re an interesting character. Thanks to the extreme, Kyoya.”

Warm affection flooded through his bonds and Hibari finally looked up from the newspaper, regarding the white-haired man. “This won’t become a habit,” he warned.

“I know. I just…I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girls, about how awful it would be if this happened to them.”

“There’s a stark difference between our girls and this one,” said Hibari, gesturing in the direction where the injured female was being treated.

“What?” asked Ryohei.

“They have me.”

“Don’t you mean us?”

“No.”

But Hibari’s lips turned upwards and Ryohei rolled his eyes good-naturedly, feeling better than he had all night.

The country roads snaked across sprawling green fields, seemingly endless. Gokudera’s tinted shades protected his pale green eyes from the afternoon rays. The car was silent and the radio would have been on if he had a desire to be bitten to death while he was driving. He shifted his gaze to the rear-view mirror, adjusting it so he could glance into the backseat. Hibari had his head leaning back, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

Gokudera let his gaze linger before returning his attention to the road. The bright blue sky and emerald scenery was blurred by a scene flashing through his mind, replaying as if on a loop.

Finishing his meeting with Don Gemelli, he was walking down the corridor. He paused upon hearing loud voices around the corner, his name being mentioned. Being referred to as bastard spawn. Brief, obnoxious laughter followed and before he could confront them there was the familiar sound of metal hitting bone. Then there was quiet. He stayed rooted in place for a moment before venturing around the corner, where the two Mafioso were on the ground, unconscious, and Hibari disappearing out the door.

“That was a pretty ballsy move,” he said at last, his mind returning to the present. “One of those guys you clocked is the Don’s son.”

“You woke me up.”

Gokudera rolled his eyes. “You weren’t even sleeping. I could tell by the pattern of your breathing.”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You knew I was in the next corridor. I could have handled those jerks myself.”

“You were too slow.”

There was a solid smack to the back of his head and Gokudera nearly drove off of the road. “Are you trying to kill us?” he snapped. “What’s your problem?”

“The second you start believing such asinine remarks is the moment I bite you to death.”

His serious tone caused Gokudera to shift his gaze briefly over his shoulder. “I don’t,” he returned. “Not anymore. It was hard, when I was younger. I never properly knew my mother, and my life up until that was a lie. I didn’t know who I was.”

“You are who you choose to be. Your past does not have to define you.”

“I know that, now. But thanks.”

Hibari made a hum of acknowledgement, Gokudera’s contentment and affection humming through their bonds. It wasn’t the first time the Cloud had punished those for slandering the Storm’s heritage, and it wouldn’t be the last.

The warm spray of the shower coated his aching muscles, Lambo leaned against the shower wall for support. As much as he wanted to spend eternity underneath the water, he finally unfurled himself and turned off the tap. He stumbled out of the stall and used a towel to pat himself dry. He flinched at the pain that tore through his limbs as he pulled on his pajamas.

He had just finished a hard, intense workout, as well as a session in utilizing and perfecting his Lightning Flames. His body wasn’t used to such physical exertion and it was furious with him. Every fiber of his being was in agony.

Lambo walked sluggishly to his room across the hall, dropping almost weightlessly into his bed. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he managed to process that there was a glass of milk on his nightstand table. With a great amount of effort, he reached for it and chugged the lukewarm contents. The glass clattered back into place and his arm fell to his side, eyes falling shut.

He was half-asleep when footsteps crossed the threshold. Cracking one eye open slightly, he saw Hibari move over to the edge of his bed. His fingers smoothed through his raven curls and the soothing action caused Lambo to let his eye fall shut again. He felt the blankets jerk and shift as Hibari covered his body and then arranged his arms and legs into a more comfortable position.

“You did well, small animal,” said Hibari softly.

The words sent a sharp flare of pride through Lambo and he tried to say thanks, but his tongue would not cooperate. He soon fell asleep completely, and when he awoke the next morning with his muscles stiff and sore, there was a bottle of pain-relieving cream waiting for him.

Hibari was cold, aloof, violent, distant and indifferent. But those who knew him best, those he allowed to be an intimate part of his life, knew there was much more to him. He was reliable and there was never any doubt if he would always be able to come through. He was protective of those he considered his own and fought for them, sometimes subtly and sometimes obviously. He did not let his family think negatively about themselves and gave his advice when he believed it was needed.

He was their Cloud Guardian, the one who would always watch over them.

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This directly follows “Short Leash” and precedes “Staffing Issues


“I’m so sorry,” Marinette said, repeating herself for the eighth or ninth time as they descended her ladder.  He’d lost count.  "I really should have charged my camera over night.“

"It’s okay, really,” he insisted.  Today’s photo shoot, featuring the Date Suit for all genders, was a bust when her battery died a few photos in.  It was a sunny day, so they’d gone to a rooftop a few blocks away.  "These things happen.“  She didn’t know the half of it, and unfortunately, he couldn’t tell her.

She sighed, hanging her jacket back up.  "I just feel like I should be more respectful of your time, Chat.  You don’t get a lot of daylight free time for this, and we’ve seen what my camera does for night shoots.”

He chuckled.  Their first attempt at this process had yielded washed out Chat Noir with freaky glowing eyes and insufficient detail on the clothes.  "I have some ideas to deal with that.“  He shrugged.  "Honestly, it was nice to get away from my life for a while today.  And like I said earlier, I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Even when Maman is being nosy and embarrassing?’ she asked.

He grinned.  "Even then.  It’s nice she cares about you.”

Marinette fixed him with an intent stare and he wondered what he’d done wrong.  "Doesn’t your family care about you?“  She knew his father was overbearing, but that was it.

"My mom’s been gone for years, presumed dead,” he said quietly.  "My father is as cuddly as a velociraptor, and I’m pretty sure I’m just an asset to him.“

She looked furious.  "I want to punch your father.”

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anonymous asked:

What are some fave ML sin fics? (You have such great fic recs ty so much omg)

Awww thank you! I read too many fics in the little spare time I have haha. 

I don’t read as much sin as I do fluff, but I have some favourites. I’ll add some I’ve heard mentioned too, so you have options!

Mild Sin (Makeouts, maybe second base)

no room for jesus –  a sparring session between Ladybug and Chat Noir where Chat wins… at first. Implied half reveal. Also puppeteer – part of her I Want the K series. Marichat and collarbone kisses. And bang bang and hot mess – Ladrien makeouts, that is all.  All by clairelutra

“Can you DD?” – Marinette and her girls go out dancing, and Marinette is dressed as her kitty. Nino convinces Adrien to go to the same club, and Adrien is dressed as his lady. To no one’s surprise, they find each other. (One of my favs). And d a n . Marinette ur bobbie s – I’ve recced this one before, but I do love it a lot. Marinette and Adrien, pre-reveal makeouts. Both by @bullysquadess 

Gravity by @the-noble-idiot – At a party, Adrien runs into Ladybug and he just can’t help himself. 

Five times Adrien resisted and that one time he couldn’t by HiddenEye – The title says it all. I love fics where Adrien finds himself falling for Marinette. This is a good one.

Doing That Thing You Do by mercy_angel_09 – Basically Marinette takes subtle advantage of her feminine wiles to make Adrien pay attention to her in school. More Adrien noticing our darling girl.

Medium Sin (idk how to describe it? More than makeouts but not explicit I guess)

Too Real by PearLynn – The only thing I love more than Adrien noticing Marinette is Ladybug falling for her Kitty, and this fic is just that. I enjoyed it a lot. 

Skin Tight by Lynn1998 – we’ve basically all wondered how Marinette can run around with a literal male model in a cat suit and not be thirsty. This fic shows that she is

Summer Heat series by kali_asleep – also recced before, but it’s a well written series. Where Chat Noir is sort of dating Ladybug, but he just realises that Marinette is really hot. 

Bare Necessities by Reyxa – Marinette is in art school, and Adrien is is the nude model. Uh oh. 

SIN SIN (Not for children. Be forewarned.)

Satisfaction Brought it Back by @siderealsandman – Literally SO. Much. SIN. Adrien and Marinette reconnect years after high school.. on a BD/SM site? (It’s so sinful but it’s sooooo good. No disrespect and clear communication. This is how 50 Shades should’ve been.)

Sin by Broadwayyybabyy – So much Marichat sin. I was blushing the whole time. 

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger – A strip club AU. Very Magic Mike ;)

lightning delights by megamegaturtle – Post reveal, some Marichat sin and post cuddles.

*Angelica voice* God, I hope you’re satisfied. Have fun I’ll see you in hell :’)

Talking on a rooftop

“Ah, nothing like a good patrol to finish the day.” Cat Noir stretched, shutting his eyes tightly, an action Ladybug kept saying made him look even more like a cat.

Speaking of said hero, she wasn’t saying anything. That wasn’t normal. She was supposed to say something, to tease him, to agree with him, to make a comment about the akumas lately, to do something. She wasn’t supposed to be so quite.

“Ladybug? Are you okay? You seem a bit down.” After so many months of spending time together and fighting akumas, Cat prided himself in knowing Ladybug very well. Sure, he didn’t know her real name or what her face looked like without the mask, but he knew her smile when she was happy, her triumph grin when she figured out a plan, the way her face got so adorably red at the rare times she got flustered. And he also knew her look when she was upset over something.

“I’m fine, Cat. It’s… It’s nothing.”

“It obviously isn’t nothing if you’re this upset over it." He put his hand on her shoulder and gave her his most comforting smile. "Talk to me. You’ll feel better if you let it out.” He sat down close to the edge of the rooftop and patted the spot next to him.

“Fine,” She sighed and sat down. “There's… this girl in my school. We’re in the same class, have been for a couple of years, and she’s just…Ugh!“ She throws her hands in the air and groans and maybe it’s not the best description ever but Cat understands what she means to say. "She treats everybody badly, like she’s better than everyone! And I

try

to be civil towards her but sometimes she’s just too much!”

“I know what you mean. There’s a girl like that in my class too. One of my classmates is a really nice girl, but even she can’t stand her at times.” He thinks of Marinette and how she’ll talk back to Chloe, saying everything the rest of the class wanted to say but never actually did. You had to admire how she could stand up to people, regardless of who they were. And the look on Chloe’s face when Marinette talks back to her! He can’t suppress a chuckle, it’s just priceless! “You should see her she gets angry at her, though! She acts very shy, at least around me, but she knows how to put her in her place!”

“Sounds like you really like her, kitty,” Ladybug smirks.

It’s at times like that Adrien wishes he didn’t blush so easily. “Why does everyone assume I like her like that!” He complained. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed Plagg and Ladybug had made a deal to embarrass him about this as much as possible. “We’re just friends!“

Ladybug can’t help but giggle at her partner’s reaction. “Well, if you do like her, I’m pretty sure she likes you too if she’s only shy around you.”

“A-Anyway! What were you saying?” Cat said in a not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject. Thankfully, it worked.

“Well, there’s this boy that sits in front of me and he was spacing out a lot today so his best friend said that he’s probably daydreaming about his ‘lady’.”

Huh, weird. Nino made the same joke today,

Adrien thought. The DJ had seen the contact labeled ‘My Lady<3’ on his phone and wouldn’t shut up about it.  

“I just… I have a crush on him, Cat,” Ladybug sighed. “And learning that he likes another girl hurt." 

The heroine was unaware that what she was saying was having the same effect on her partner.

She… likes someone else…

He knew that she might like someone, but that didn’t mean he wanted to admit it.

Despite the fact his heart felt like it had been stepped on by Rogercop, he didn’t let any of it show on his face and kept listening to the girl talk. At the moment, this wasn’t about him, this was about her. He would listen to her and make her feel better. He could wallow in self-pity later.

"He’s been very tired lately and I wanted to cheer him up so I - I made him some cookies since he doesn’t get to eat sweets often. I would have given them to him before class but after what happened… I wasn’t able to do it,” Ladybug continued. “I finally gathered the courage to do it at the end of the day. He had gone to the bathroom and he was going to be back soon so I waited for him to come." 

She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, burying her face in them. For a full minute she didn’t say anything and neither did Adrien. Mostly because he didn’t want to pressure her and – as Plagg insisted – because he was jealous of that boy for getting homemade cookies from his Lady.

I’m not jealous, Plagg!

Oh,

please

. Remember that artist guy? You were so jealous you ended up turning him into an akuma!

Ladybug sighed. “But that girl saw me and she likes him too so started talking me down,” she continued. "She said how there was no chance he was ever going to like me back, how I wasn’t good enough, how he was never going to like a boring girl like me.”

Adrien was a model. He knew how to put on a smile and pretend that nothing was wrong even when everything was. He could be at the verge of collapsing from fatigue and still smile for the camera. But right now, he was so angry at that girl for talking to his Lady like that you might as well have insulted his mother (a word of advice: DON’T do that) that there was no hiding it. “Ladybug, you’re not-”

“I don’t listen to what she says normally but… After what happened this morning… it felt true,” the heroine caught him off."I broke down in tears and the box of cookies fell from my hands. I turned around to leave and - and I saw him standing in the doorway.”

In the warm glow of the street lights from below, Cat was able to see the tears in her eyes. He froze. Ladybug crying was… it wasn’t right. When they first started working together, he idolized her like she was a goddess and put her on a pedestal like one. Back then, seeing her cry would feel wrong because of that – because Ladybug

didn’t

cry.

But that wasn’t the case now. While working together for so many months they had gotten closer. He no longer saw her as perfect, he knew she was a human - and as one - she got angry and sad and did that adorable little snort when she laughed too hard. Seeing her cry felt wrong because he didn’t want to see her cry.

“I felt so h-humiliated, Cat! I-I made a fool of m-myself and cried in f-front of the w-whole class! A-and in front of h-him too! S-so I r-ran away.”

Sure, Nino’s joke might have been just a coincidence, but Adrien was having some serious déjà vu. It was possible that Ladybug did the exact same thing Marinette did today, right? It could happen, right?

Oh, who am I kidding? I always wanted to learn Ladybug’s identity and now I’m in denial!

Next to him, Ladybug – Marinette – sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “H-he must think I-I’m a total idiot.”

“…My lady?” Cat Noir asked hesitantly.

It’s now or never.

“What is the name of that girl in your class?”

“Chloe.”

“Bourgeois?”

She nodded. “H-how did you…?”

If I can fight super villains on a daily basis I can do this,

he thought and put his hand on her shoulder, making her turn to look at him.

“M-Marinette, he’s not going to think or you like that.”

Her eyes narrowed and she pulled back a bit. “What-? How did you-?”

“I-I’m not going to think of you like that.”

Her eyes widened so much Adrien was pretty sure they would pop out. “A-A-Adrien?!” She nearly yelled as she stood up.

“P-plagg, claws in.” A blinding green light filled the rooftop and where Cat Noir previously was now stood Adrien Agreste, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “H-hi, Marinette.”

“You’re – you’re Adrien. A-all this time, you w-ere – and I – my goodness, I can’t believe this- this is crazy,” Ladybug kept on rambling, eyes still wide as dishes.

“I think you broke her, pal,” Plagg snickered, plopping his tiny elbow on Adrien’s shoulder.

Adrien ignored the kwami and darted forward, catching Ladybug by her arm right when she was about to yo-yo away from the rooftop. “Look, Ladybug – Marinette. I know you didn’t want this to happen like this. I didn’t want it to be like this either. I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me who you are.”

“I do trust you, c-chaton,” Ladybug said. “I trust you a lot. I w-wouldn’t have told you what happened today i-if I didn’t.”

“And do you trust Adrien enough to tell him too?”

“You mean if I could actually piece a complete sentence around him?” She chuckled quietly but nodded. “Yeah. Although, I might have left out that part about having a crush on him.”

Adrien chuckled. “I don’t know, that part was pretty informative.”

Ladybug scoffed at him. Adrien smiled. The tension had calmed down and they were back to joking around like they did when they were both in costume. That is, until she realized what she had told Cat – told Adrien – earlier.

“Oh my god. I – I actually told you that – and I didn’t even know it was you!”

“Yeah, it’s hilarious if you think about it, right?” He laughed. “We’ve been crushing on each other without even knowing.”

“Yeah, I guess it is funny,” Ladybug agreed.

They settled back down on the rooftop edge, Ladybug finally dropping her transformation and just looked at the city. Adrien knew he was pushing his luck, asking her this right after their identities were revealed like that, but he might not get the courage to do it later.

“Hey, Marinette?”

“Mhm?”

“Well, since I like you and you like me… would you like to hang out tomorrow? I-If you want to, I mean! You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, I understand-“

“Adrien?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I would love to.”

anonymous asked:

Tony and his forty nine Siamese cats take on the world.

He sends a load of them over to Wakanda and tells T’challa they’re a present from Steve bc he knows how much the king loves kitties. 

It basically just starts a national prank-war which hides thinly veiled apologies and makes subtle attempts repair their relationship without actually having to talk about //feelings///

alvaseneca answered your question: Thinking about writing a few drabbles. Any prompts…

IronPanhter eventually? Sleep-depriven Tony is petting T'Challa and waiting for the purring sound. Because hello! He is like a panther. So he should purr. And everyone else is like: Tony stop it, don’t pet the wakandan King. And T'Chala is amused?

[Edit: A/N: I just realized I forgot to add the purring bit to this. I hope the story is still enjoyable though.]

Tony stumbled into the debriefing room with gray bags under his eyes and a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He took one look at the Avengers circled around the table and pivoted toward the exit.

Tony was almost out the door when Natasha walked through it, grabbed him by the elbow, and steered him toward the table. “Not today, Stark.”

Tony grumbled and ran his hand through his mussed hair. “This is a nightmare. A boring, boring nightmare.” He yawned and covered his mouth as Natasha placed him in front of his seat.

Tony blinked. There was a newcomer to the table. A cute and familiar newcomer that his sleep addled mind refused to name.

Tony stared at the cutie, whose reaction was to give a subtle yet knowing smile.

The image of a man in a black panther costume came to mind. “Kitty,” Tony mumbled.

“Tony.” Steve kept his voice firm; although, he was looking a little exasperated. “Please, take a seat. We’ve discovered that—”

Tony patted Kitty on the head. “Nice, kitty.”

Clint choked on his coffee.

Rhodey hid his snickers behind his palm.

Sam gave Steve a knowing and defiant glance that Tony interpreted as: “See. I’m not the only one.”  

Kitty gave Tony a curious look. “You are really exhausted, my friend.”

“So soft.” Tony stroked Kitty’s hair.

“Tony, please stop petting the king of Wakanda,” Steve asked.

“Mufasa,” Tony mumbled and took his seat next to T’Challa. Right, T’Challa. Cutie king with access to all kinds of tech and a genius too. Tony certainly wouldn’t mind being his boyfriend.

“We can talk about dating later.” T’Challa smiled.

Tony blinked. “Did I say that aloud?”

Clint face palmed. “Dude, if you only knew how much you just said that you probably thought you were only thinking to yourself.”

Tony sipped his coffee and eyed T’Challa. “Did I mention you have a great ass?”

anonymous asked:

SO IS LIKE LAYCHEN A THING NOW OR

OH HONEY XINGDAE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A THING TBH

PREDEBUT YIXING HELPING JONGDAE WITH HIS MANDARIN!(the start of everything yeahhh)

yixing looks like a senpai whom jongdae has crush on and cant hide his smile whoops

‘aasdjhsjkdhflkjasdh senpai is so cutee’

‘let me just-

hold his hand and never let go! Must protect at all cost!’ (looks offended when yixing pulled his hand back)

kim jongdae is smooth af.marking his territory by giving yixing matching socks

‘you’ve got little something there hyung’ (excuse to touch yixing!!!)

choosing yixing as a member he’d date if he was a girrllll (but look at that smile and expressions its like hes thinking ‘id still do him even as a guy’ you’re not fooling anyone kjd)

doing dumb shits to make senpai smile

the caption on the gif says it all

the oh-so-subtle touches

bouncy kitty snuggling up to yixing

satisfied smile afterwards

looking after his hyung secretly or publicly

sit on my dick lap instead of sitting on the floor hyung!

BUT AFRAID NOT! BECAUSE THIS ISNT JUST ONE SIDED!

THIS SENPAI IS SO EASY TO COMPLY TO JONGDAE’S REQUEST

senpai himself got noticed awwww

yixing just wants jongdae’s approval for his cooking but…

shy little bunny when jongdae hugged him!

yixing directing fans to sing birthday song  for jongdae 

most importantly choosing each other as their bias

congratulations Kim Jongdae SENPAI HAS NOTICED YOU!

not to mention all the dates events only two of them attended

possessive much??

jongdae was just clinging onto jongin and cockblock yixing appears(jealous much?)

id sell my soul to make zyx look at me like that!!!

i live for their bro handshakes

couple outfit? yes!

couple earrings? hot damn!

even the company ships them! you’ll see you’ll see them in each other’s photobooks!  (as well as the other photobooks)

so the conclusion?? xingdae have been a thing since predebut and everyone including their dogs and cats ship xingdae

(gifs and pictures arent mine credits to the owners)

4

Bad news 💔
I just got back from visiting with Mr.Kitten who is spending the night at the vet tonight. We had some good cuddle time. I noticed some subtle signs of increased respiratory effort in him yesterday and they told me to bring him in today to be evaluated. They did an x-ray and found a moderate severity pleural effusion, which means that there is fluid around his lungs. They think it is likely that he has a condition called FIP, which is not survivable. Usually this isn’t caught until much later but unfortunately it’s not a condition where that means it’s treatable. Tomorrow they will do a tap to look at the fluid and we will know more. He seems much more comfortable today than he was yesterday, which is good. I’m absolutely heartbroken.

Miraculous Ladybug - The Arcade

(a happy, happy birthday to the wonderful, talented @miraculart, megan you deserve the world, and i hope you had a great day!!)

The minute school was out, Adrien was running. He had a rehearsal at five o’clock sharp, the designer his father had been working with lately tended to get snappy when people were late. Homework also had to be finished before then, and he’d need at least a half hour for that, so that gave him about forty-five minutes to complete the task at hand before Nathalie arrived to collect him. Adrien had begged relentlessly, and the woman must have felt bad for him, so she had allowed him this. Forty-five glorious minutes to spend jamming coins into slots and whirling joysticks until his wrists ached. 

Ah, the arcade.

Except this time, Adrien was determined to get there before they showed up. ‘They’ being the nameless person that had spent the last week beating Adrien’s high score on the old Pac Man game in the back. Though he had never caught the person, Adrien was determined to find exactly to whom he had been losing by the mere skin of his teeth. Nearly slamming into the self-activated glass doors, Adrien raced through the small room to the back where the beautiful, battered old machine rested with no one in range of it. Stopping himself, he drew in a deep breath before checking the score list, crossing his fingers, hoping, hoping-damn. The yellow numbers in the first place slot read: 237,567. Just one point more, yet it was enough to make him want to tear his hair out. 

“Whoever you are parisprincess123, I will find you, and I will beat you.”

With that, he sat on the tattered cushions and felt the familiar slide of buttons under his fingers and the welded grip of the joystick against his palm.


The rehearsal, surprisingly, had ended early. Everyone had been on their best behavior with the upcoming deadlines for the fashion show, and the designer had been extremely pleased with all of them. Adrien was back in his comfortable, familiar clothes within two hours with time to kill, having finished his homework for the day. 

A grin split his face as he slipped into his room and pushed open the pane of one of his windows. Time for half of Paris’ superhero duo to take to the sky.


The thrill that came from running across rooftops and swinging across the Seine with his baton was impossible to put into words. The wind in his hair, the light tread of his feet flying over the ground, the roughness of the ground when he sprung off his hands. He had a destination in mind, one that involved an endearingly clumsy aspiring fashion designer and the familiar comfort of her balcony. His smile turned from exhilarated to fond, reminiscing in the moments he’d spent with that beautiful girl with freckled cheeks and eyes bluer than the sky, both as Chat Noir and just Adrien. She was so different around them both, but something about her always felt so familiar, so at home. 

He didn’t expect to see her practically bouncing down the street as he paused on the roof of a restaurant. He reached out a hand, about to call out to her, when she crashed into the man in front of her and he laughed. Maybe that’s why she felt like home, because no matter what, she was still wonderful, clumsy Marinette. It was unusual seeing her on this street though, it was certainly out of the way from the bakery. Making up his mind to follow her a bit, partially to make sure she was safe in this faster paced part of the city, partially out of habit, Chat Noir leaped across an alley to keep pace with her flouncing steps.

She turned the corner then, sauntering down a street Adrien recognized as the one that contained the arcade he’d taken to frequenting. Imagine his surprise, when that turned out to be her destination. Adrien released his transformation before entering the casual atmosphere of the arcade, so as to keep from drawing attention to Paris’ famed Chat Noir and…And what, exactly? He knew Marinette was an exceptional gamer, and she had obviously been comfortable enough with the area to find her way here easily and safely. So why exactly was he still here? Because his love for Ladybug was endless and infinite in its identity, but his traitorous heart was drawn also to the sweet, warm person that was Marinette. He had noticed the similarities between the two and he hoped, though he knew he shouldn’t, that strong, brave, beautiful Ladybug was the same as strong, brave, beautiful Marinette. 

He’s pulled from his reverie when he nearly walks into the person standing in front of him, a comical sense of deja vu running through him from seeing Marinette do exactly that minutes before. By force of habit, he had made his way to the back of the building, surprised to see Marinette sitting in front of a game there as well. Not just any game, he came to realize with a dawning sense of horror. Pac-Man.

He watched, rooted to the spot, as her fingers danced easily over the buttons that colored his fingers red from strain, her wrist twisting the joystick expertly, that made his palms sweat. Her posture was relaxed, and Adrien could only gape as her score continued climbing, before reaching 286,429, and Marinette purposefully slid her hands off the console, allowing the crimson ghost to devour pac man and giggling to herself. 286,429. Just one over his score of 286,428. And she had lost on purpose. Which means this whole time, the person that had been beating Adrien’s score by a measly few points every single day, without fail, and on purpose too had been-

Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

The girl jumped in her seat, startled, and turned to face him with wide eyes. He must have been quite the sight too, cheeks flushed, pupils blown, accusatory index finger within inches of her face, and entirely uncharacteristic of the calm, relaxed way he usually attempted to carry himself. 

“A-Adrien?” she stutters, though more out of surprise this time than anything else.

He supposes he should have given her a warning of some sort, or tried to explain, but he simply can’t believe it was her all along, sweet, clever, cunning Marinette.

“You’re the one that’s been beating my high score! And my mere points, at that.”

Her eyes seem to grow wider and she turns back to the screen, “This is your high score? I didn’t even know you came to this place.”

She turns to him with a bit of a guilty look on her face, “Sorry if it upset you, I just found it endearing how you always managed to pull your score up in just a day. The determination reminded me of someone I know.”

She smiles then, and there’s that soft look in her eyes that he knows refers to his alter ego, and he feels his heartbeat pick up. It’s a wonder she can’t hear it. That look is for him, for Chat Noir, for the desires hidden inside him that he gets to express only every now and then. He has to stop himself from grinning like an idiot, because Marinette is thinking about him, not realizing he’s standing right there in front of her. He starts, discerning that she’s waiting for him to say something, and offers her a smile, a real one, showcasing his happiness even if she doesn’t know why.

“Don’t apologize, it always made the return more thrilling. I enjoyed trying to beat your score each time,” he makes a rash choice then, a dangerous one, “Princess.”

He winks at her and he sees her eyes widen, know she’s come to associate that name with Chat Noir, knows he could have revealed too much this time, but his heart is torn between her and his precious Ladybug, and he hopes they are one and the same. Then she turns back to the screen, seeing her nickname displayed across the screen and laughs, but she sounds different, not unhappy, but different. He’s about to say something, but then her phone is ringing and their moment is gone, Marinette apologizing to Alya over the phone for forgetting about their English project, bidding Adrien farewell several times while trying to gather her stuff, and he feels the knot in his chest he didn’t even know was there relax. He sees her off with a laugh and a wave, calling out so she doesn’t crash into the air hockey table. 

At the very least, Marinette will always be Marinette.


The school bell rings, and Adrien is out the doors, but this time he pauses on the steps. He could run, his forty-five minutes are slowly ticking by, but something stops him. Something makes him wait until the girl with hair like dark silk and eyes like water under the sunlight nearly trips her way down the stairs.

He smiles when she catches his eye and she smiles back, expression bright and sunny, with just a bit of that fondness he knows is reserved for Chat Noir. Maybe she knows, or maybe she just has her suspicions, but either way Adrien can’t bring himself to regret it. 

“Marinette, do you want to come with me to the arcade, today?”

She smiles wider in reply and leans closer to him.

“Sure thing, kitty.”

author’s note - LOL i didn’t really know where i was going with this, but i like how it turned out!! i did not know i had a subtle bone in my body, i’m more clumsy than mari herself. anyways, happy birthday again, to the wonderful megan :)

i really have to study but i can’t stop thinking about the fact that last thing nathaniel ever heard/felt/said was literally all love…. like his dismissal of bartimaeus was an act of love. his entire sacrifice was an act of love, really. his last words were subtle ways to say ‘you mean everything to me’.  then you have bartimaeus who wanted to tell nathaniel how he felt but they were sharing a mind so it probably wasn’t words just a feeling of exasperation, and annoyance, and love. i’m so fucked up. he went through his entire life deprived of warmth and compassion, especially recently, and bartimaeus probably returned nathaniel’s final gift with a gift of his own: a feeling that nathaniel was loved. someone stop me

Bayojeanne Week 2 - Argument

Fandom: Bayonetta

Ship: Bayonetta/Jeanne

Summary: Cat charms for good luck, she had once said but where was her good luck now?

A/N: *arrives late with starbucks* I am sorry but this got waaaayyy away from me!


The loud, methodical clack of the gun heels sounded like thunder in the empty grand amphitheatre of Ithavol tower.

“Oh Jeanne, I am always in awe of your obedience”

She stopped dead in front of him, staring with mindless passivity at the tall Lumen. A part of her wondered why she did so, wasn’t that quite odd for her?

Balder chuckled and turned his back on her to inspect the oppressive model of the Trinity of Realities that dominated the room. A thought buzzed insistently in the back of her head that he should not be so arrogant as to turn his back on her.

But why?

Keep reading

thoughtsappear  asked:

the one where after being exposed to it for years, JJ realizes he has learned a lot of dirty russian and uses it to great effect

Not always to great effect, because this is JJ and the writer is me. You know how I roll.

++

He was sort of sick of not understanding those little heart to hearts Yuri and Otabek had, right in the middle of a good fuckathon. Not that he had a problem with whatever Yuri had with Otabek. They each had one-on-one things going on with each other, on top of this ménage thing they were all about. They had a right to privacy, which was why he didn’t hassle them when they did their thing - alone. But when it was all three of them?

Well, JJ wasn’t the kind of guy to take it lying down (unless he was getting off). He wanted to do more than understand what they said. He wanted to speak Russian right back to them. He wanted to say all that sexy shit and turn them on with it, too. And he did something about it. He learned some Russian via Rosetta Stone. Only, the Russian he learned was the polite, could you give me directions to the library, style Russian. They weren’t talking about books when they were spitroasting him.

It took a year or so, but he started picking up a few phrases. And he started using them. Results varied. The first time he cornered Otabek in the bathroom while he was shaving and said, Я хочу, чтобы ты задохнулся от моего члена, he got a raised eyebrow and he had to wonder if he got it right as he waited for him to finish up.

“Try,” he said when he (finally!) got on his knees.

Then there was the time he walked into the kitchen while Yuri was cooking chicken and rice, grabbed his pert little rump and announced: “Я собираюсь разрушить эту красивую задницу!”

“I’ll ruin your ass, idiot! You just made me burn my finger!”

Otabek spat his coffee all over the kitchen table as Yuri threw a filthy dish rag in his face.

There was the time they were all sitting in an outdoor jacuzzi in Montreal. It wasn’t a public area, the thing was on a deck attached to the rental house and the backyard fences were so high a voyeur would need a helicopter to see what they were doing, which was naked hotubing. Naked, but not doing anything, yet. So he looked Otabek in the eye and tried something a little more subtle and, well, kinda nice. “Я так хочу тебя.”

Yuri kicked him in the shin. It was not a soft kick, either. “What. You don’t want me?”

JJ had to roll his eyes at him. “Seriously, baby? Come here.”

“Fuck off, Leroy. You’re always coming on to him first.” Lie! He lied so bad! But it wasn’t that bad because that pretty little kitty was eating his words once he was bent over the tub and JJ was eating his ass.

Yeah, results were mixed. And, according to every scientist ever, he needed to tweak his technique if he wanted to push them toward the positive end. And hey - he was picking up shitloads of Russian in the process. Success was looming in the horizons for the J-man.

And he’s getting closer, because just the other day, when they were giving each other good morning handjobs in the shower (man, he loves morning shower time!) he tried again. It was sort of accidental.

They were standing in a circle, sleepily kissing, sighing, touching in this half awake way as they worked on their morning woods. Yuri yawned a couple of times and Otabek was shy about his morning breath and JJ couldn’t stop the way it made his heart feel like it was about to burst when they all leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. Yeah, they were jerking off, sort of, and okay, it was more about getting off so they could get on with their day, and that was the point. He needed - they all needed this to remember they were not alone.

He kissed their cheeks. “Помни, я всегда рядом.”

They both looked up, and when they did he saw everything beautiful in this world shining in their eyes. Yuri stopped stroking him off and they both touched his face. Otabek whispered his name and they both wrapped their arms around him. “Same” Otabek said. Yuri nodded against JJ’s chest.

“My Russian isn’t that bad, huh?”

Yuri kicked his shin - but not hard, this time. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

scarlet-amaryllis  asked:

ooh, how about luke for the name meme?

I love the weird doctor. Thank you for the ask bby <3

Luke

L: What is their favourite board game?

Operation l m a o

U: What’s their voice like?

Deep and soothing. He can be rather monotonous when he’s disinterested in something, but he can get this sweet eagerness when talking to MC about her collarbones or cats. Don’t even get me started on if he sees an actual kitty; it’s adorable and the thought of it makes me cry. 

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

It’s subtle unless you know him. Most people think he’s just using his formal doctor voice, but he’s really shutting the person off and treating them coldly because he’s hurt. He tries to remain as formal and distant as possible, but if the person presses him to find out what’s wrong, he’s likely to avoid the person completely or snap at them. He’s scary when he yells.

E: How are they with children?

On a technical level, Luke is great. He knows exactly how to cradle a baby and can make them stop crying instantly, but he would be emotionally lost. He’s not one to try and play with a child or talk down to them, so he’d be using all this formal terminology to explain their illness to them and they’re like ???. MC has to step in like ‘Luke, honey, no.’ 

Winter Sonata

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook x Reader

Bad boy Jungkook! College AU


Play, Pause, Fast forward, Stop, Repeat.

Play

You met him the first night of winter.

The freezing wind was hitting your face as you were trying to hurry home just to dive into your duvet. Hands stuffed in your pockets and face hidden in your scarf you were walking along the sidewalk when your warm wool hat was swept away by the wind. It landed a few meters in front of you and before you could pick it up someone was handing it to you. Lifting your gaze you met two piercing hazelnuts eyes, messy raven black hairs and broad shoulders. The guy in front of you tilted his head to the side revealing a delicious milk white neck. On his ears shined two small hoop earrings and behind his left ear was a cigarette. He was wearing a  dark hoodie and an equally black leather jacket. Definitely not enough to keep up with the knife-sharp cold of winter night. His aura screamed mystery and confidence and in a matter of second you were hooked. The faint smirk lingering on his mouth paired with the intensity of his stare should have warned you. He was nothing but trouble. You swept back into reality when he dangled your hat in front of your face.

“I believe this is yours”

He spoke in a raspy but clear voice cocking an eyebrow. His low tone resounded in your ribcage and once again your breath hitched and almost stopped. You let out a confused, stuttered thanks before taking your hat and quickly putting it on, in an awkward attempt to hide your rosy cheeks. That’s when you heard it the first time. The sound of his melodic chuckle made you lift your head and you looked at him as a deer caught in headlights. It was so deep, yet soft that your heart skipped a beat.

“You know, it’s dangerous for innocent girls to wander around so late at night”

The playfulness in his voice was evident, yet the subtle warning hiding behind his words increased the uneasiness in your heart. Instinctively you nodded and immediately regretted it when he brought an hand to his face to muffle another giggle. Despite the blasting cold you felt your skin turning hot and your gaze wandered to the street to avoid his eyes.

“You better go home kitty” and as he said that he reached out his hand and lowered the hat on your eyes. You quickly took it off just to see him walking past you with an amused expression plastered on his face. Your cheeks caught on fire as the pet name ringed in your ears once more.

You watched him leaving with wide eyes and then you noticed he was also carrying a guitar. You waited the standing like a fool in the middle of the sidewalk until his back disappeared around the corner. Snapping out of your thoughts you let out a frustrated sigh, Who the hell was he? You were pretty sure you had never seen him around your neighborhood.  


Pause

His name was Jeon Jungkook. Apparently, the talk of the entire campus. Everybody knew who he was and after asking a couple of friends you were given all the details. He had been transferred from his previous university -somebody said expelled- a couple of months before, currently majoring in music production and engineering. He spent most of his time alone but sometimes hang out with a couple of other guys form your university with infamous good looks and also a dangerously intriguing reputation. Troublemakers, heart breakers or cold hearted playboy. The perfect depiction of bad boys. The ones your mother had always warned you about, because those kind of guys love themselves and their freedom too much to love someone else. They were those kind of guys boys wanted to be friend with and girls threw themselves at.  Nevertheless, your first impression of Jeon Jungkook had been different. You sure had felt intimidated in a certain way -and uncomfortable because of his good looks- but not scared. After seeing him a couple of times here and there in the university campus you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person he was. Earphones tucked in his ears he strolled around with book in his hands and without sparing a glance to anyone. On top of his god given looks he was also smart, on top of his class. He surely was a peculiar kind of bad boy.

It didn’t take you much for you to find out that he also played almost every weekend in a little pub downtown with a couple of his friends from the music department. And of course you decided to go  and find out who really this Jeon Jungkook everyone was talking about was. You told yourself you were just curious and that if you could exchange just a few words with him and see for yourself how he really was you would have been content.

So on a weekend you made your way to this pub downtown with one of your girl friend. The place was a brick walled basement with posters hanging everywhere, a little stage in the corner and colorful red, violet mellow lights. Upon entering your eyes immediately scanned the place knowing exactly who to look for. And there he was, right in front of you. Sitting on a high stool in the center of the stage, microphone in his hand. A red beanie covering his dark hair, white t-shirt clinging on his broad chest and a pair of black jeans hugging his tights in all the right places. His gaze wandered in the room when he saw the door opening and then stopped on your face. You swore you could see an unusual twinkle in his eyes when he spotted you. It took you a moment to realize that the velvet voice you were hearing was coming from his mouth. And oh boy, it was almost embarrassing how much it was affecting you. Every words, every note, tickled your skin giving you goosebumps. It was so soft, so deep, so sweet. Maybe it was the combination between is sensual voice and the risk tangled in between his words that got you hypnotize.

The world paused for a moment -or at least yours did- as he gazed at you through half closed eyes. You could feel the blood burning in your veins and your heart beating his own rhythm as his sang:


Kiss me, even if it hurts
Come here, tighten me up
Until it can’t hurt any more
Baby, even if I’m drunk it’s fine, now I drink you in
Deep into my throat, the whiskey that is you.



Fast Forward

You sat at the counter and ordered a beer to cool off your flaming cheeks. Your friend was a few meters from you chatting lively with ‘this guy from art class I had my eyes on for months’ she said.   The lively atmosphere matched the place perfectly and slowly you started to relax and feel comfortable in the smoke filled room. Almost.

“Oh look who is here” his hoarse voice broke you out of your trance. Turning your head to the side your eyes met Jungkook, a bottle of beer in his hand and a surprised yet cocky expression on his face.

“What are you doing in place like this kitty? There are a lot of wolves around. You should hurry back home”

The way the pet name rolled off his tongue was so natural it neither felt weird nor out of place. You had always thought pat names sounded cheesy and inappropriate, but now after hearing how it sounded coming from his rosy lips you only wished to hear it over and over again.

“What if I want to stay here?” are the first words you said to him after your awkward encounter that night. His mouth tugged into a grin as he propped one elbow on the counter and leaned his head on his hand to look at you.

“Then you shouldn’t talk to strangers” he added, a playful note in his voice

“Like you?”

“That would be wise”

His plain tone surprised you a little but now that you got the chance to talk with him you were not going to back down.

“I’ve never been good at following advice. I like to do things my own way” you tilted your head biting down on your bottom lip to stop a smile.

You faintly recalled the sound of his laugh, yet hearing it again now didn’t fail to make your heart skip a beat again.

“Ouch feisty” Jungkook took a sip of his beer and eyed you cautiously head to tow.

You grew embarrassed under his gaze and shifted uncomfortably on your seat. With your combat boots and oversized sweater you sure were not dressed -to-impress but that was just serving your purpose to get to know him without giving him any wrong idea. You wanted to be cautious. Or at least you were trying to convince yourself you were not another of his fangirl ready to run on hot coals for him. The mix of curiosity and attraction you felt for Jungkook was inexplicable to you too. His bad boy charms, dangerous aura and alluring silence made you want to scratch the surface of his facade and find out what was lying underneath.  

“I’m afraid I didn’t get your name kitty” he spoke suddenly.

You cleared your throat realizing you were yet again staring at his handsome features.

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated your name savoring every syllable. Everytime he spoke felt like he was singing again. “I like how it sounds”


Stop

“You really are the innocent type of girl, kitty”

Jungkook was sitting on his motorbike outside the pub a cigarette hanging haphazardly from his lips.

“So?”

He took a drag and then exhale the smoke slowly from his mouth.

“Nothing, just usually I should be the one running after you trying to lead you astray and not the other way round”

Your felt your face turning red and you bit into your bottom lip avoiding his gaze. It was true that you came to see his performance almost every week for a while now. It was also true that you would usually wait at the counter, a beer in your hand, for him to approach you first. Which he always did. Jungkook also didn’t miss how you would steal glances from him in those rare occasion you had crossed path in the university campus. You were being quite obvious to be honest. But he liked it. The cute way your cheeks would turn into fifty shades of rose after he smirked at you, your fake disinterest that couldn’t taint your clear eyes. Your facade of innocence hid a soul that longed to be free, passionate, daring. And that was a sight he was greedy to see.    

“Come here”

It wasn’t an order, you could have backed out. However, you were inexplicably, unconditionally, violently drawn to him. You stood a few inches away from him and he slowly lifted his hands to grab your waist giving you time to back away, which of course you didn’t. You gave him a questioning look feigning innocence. Jungkook pulled you closer while getting up and immediately dipped his head in the crook of your neck.

“You are going to be the death of me”

His hot breath tickled your ear before he dragged his teeth from your neck to your collarbone making you whimper and squeezing his shoulder tight. You breathed in his musky scent mixed with tobacco and slid your hands up his chest. He repeated the action replacing his teeth with small kisses all over your jawline and winning a satisfied moan from you. You didn’t know when you became so shameless but you didn’t care about anything around you. You were so desperate to let him now how much you wanted him, how long you had been longing for his touch and how he was making you feel. You were always like with Jungkook. He made you feel so alive, like everything was possible and there was nothing to be afraid of. He stirred something inside of you, you didn’t even know was there. When you were together time just stopped and nothing existed beyond you two.

Jungkook left another small kiss at the corner of your mouth and then lifted his head to look at you. You returned his stare through half lidded eyes and  your grip on his shoulders tightened. Feeling audacious you tiptoed closer to him again tangling your hands in his raven hair. You stopped to look at him in the eyes as if asking for permission before slowly leaving a kitten lick at the corner of his mouth. The groan that escaped his throat got you both surprised and excited to know that  you could make him feel frustrated. The vicious grip he had on your waist loosened and before you knew it Jungkook put an helmet on you head and motioned toward his motorbike.

“Hop on, kitty we got some unfinished business”


Repeat

You met him again the last day of winter.

He was waiting for you to come to the same spot he saw you the first time leaning on his motorbike looking as tempting as ever with his leather jacket and black combat boots. You approached slowly, eyeing him tentatively as cautions as ever in front of him. Jungkook reached out for you and patted the top of your head with slow strokes. You didn’t miss the small twitch of his mouth when you stared at him fondly. Without saying a word he put an helmet on your head and hopped on his bike. You hold onto his strong torso, feeling the raw and consumed leather under you fingertips as you ran trough the city. The weather was getting warmer you noticed.

Spring was coming.



A.N. Ok listen, BTS comeback made me feel some kind of way and just… I have no idea, this happened. There is not going to be a part 2 because I like this scenario as it is! I hope you liked it as well and as always feel free to leave a message or a rant or whatever you want ^^

Oh and the lyrics is from ’Blood Sweat & Tears’ (피 땀 눈물), fuck me this new album is a masterpiece.

N.

Horizon said hi to a kitty when we went out earlier :)

At the pet store we found out that of course he barely fits in a small harness but would slip out of the middle size lol. I also decided to get him a tag collar and a lightweight leash because all of Echo’s were giving him slight corrections (due to weight) as we walked.

Also he doesn’t feel safe in doorways yet but likes welcome mats because of the subtle settle training I’ve squeezed in, so we had this funny moment where he couldn’t decide if he wanted to stay next to the door or follow me around the store.

Another funny thing… Right now he’s getting 2-5 kibbles every 6-10 seconds when out socializing. He will greet people very warmly then turn right back around for his treat 😂He also likes to keep one kibble in his mouth for later and sometimes accidentally spits it out when he pants. It becomes a whole ordeal to get back that one kibble, unless I’m ready with more XD

We also had our first crazy haircut comment. And I quote:“Why would you shave your dog? Now he just looks ugly. Poodles can’t be shaved you know.” I just laughed and was glad when he left because he had been pettin’ the puppeh. (Horizon was is a shopping cart at Home Depot and I was asking people to pet him so that I could see if he might potentially have issues with any people-type things. He did great and hardly paid any attention to the few kids we saw as well!)

Lastly, Horizon is the name that the breeder used for my pupper and I still don’t know if I’m keeping it or not. People around me want to name him Hashbrown (keeping it food related like I want, while also keeping it an H name for the H litter) while I really like Lamb Chop still. So we’ll see!

anonymous asked:

In the Miraculous au, Poppy slowly solve the pieces of puzzle between Branch and Lady bug. There are times she sees the similarities. If Branch smiles, Poppy almost sees him as ladybug. There must be times that Poppy sees Ladybug as Branch. Wat happens if she was right all along? How does she react? How does Branch react? WAT IF!?!?!

Listen to me. Poppy is a very bright girl, just like Adrien is a very bright boy. But they both can be very VERY dense. I mean, Marinette looks identical to Ladybug. But does Adrien notice? NOPE. Poppy has a similar problem but you gotta give her a break here. at least there’s a significant personality difference between Branch and Ladybug.

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