he looks like a kitty in the second

I found this Youtube channel run by a Japanese chef and it’s actually better than porn? First all all his cinematography is off the charts. Youtube videos have no business looking that good. Second of all, everything he makes looks SO TASTY, and he explains the recipes in such a simple, soothing, manner. Third off all, he does this all while his two adorable kitties watch??? Like… they are so intent on what hes doing but they never run around or hop on the counter???? He has a stool for them to sit on as he makes his recipes Im gunna die

Marichat May Day 21: Akuma Marinette

Oh welp, this sucks, but whatever.

Chat suck in a breath as he watched the scene unfolding before his eyes.The many people caught in the akuma’s trance were quickly engulfed by flames and turned into soldiers kneeling down and swearing loyalty to her. So far he gathered she had mind control powers along with this trick of making a personal army.


He clenched his jaw. Where in the world was Ladybug? He had waited for her for half an hour now and it was driving him insane. She must have had seen n akuma was on the loose and a strong one at that. His tail twitches anxiously as he took another glance down. He couldn’t wait anymore. This was Marinette, he had to do something. He took a deep breath and jumped off the building, landing gracefully in the middle of the street. The many soldiers were ignoring him, not even looking in his direction. But the akuma stopped walking.

“Marinette.” he called, his voice echoing through the dead silent street.

He heard a snort. When she turned around, Chat bit his tongue to keep from gasping. She didn’t even have a mask on like other akumas. The only visible difference was that she was paler than usual. But that aside, one would never guess there was an akuma before them. Just Marinette in a beautiful red and golden dress.

“I have a title, Chat Noir. It is Princesse Phénix. Marinette is no longer here.”

Oh, I doubt that, Chat thought as he began walking towards her, slowly.

“Are you going to fight me?” the akuma asked, the red and black cape of her dress floating in the wind, making it look almost like she had wings. She was breathtaking, but he didn’t have time to write an ode to her beauty right now. She needed his help.

“I’m not here to fight you, Princess.” she raised an eyebrow as Chat got closer and made a curt bow. “I am here to declare my loyalty. After all, I was your first knight.” he got on one knee and bowed his head, hoping this plan will work. He tried to not tense up very much as she walked towards him, stopping only centimeters away.

“Stand up.”

He did as she ordered, not quite sure what to expect. He certainly didn’t expect the loving look. She cupped his face gently and began stroking his cheeks.

“Minou. My loyal kitten.”

There was a tenderness in her voice that surprised him even further. That was Marinette. Not Princesse Phénix. He needed to help her. His eyes scanned her fastly, trying to figure out where the akuma could be. Not the dress for sure. And she had no jewelry on, besides her signature earrings. Could those be? They didn’t look different at all. His eyes locked on the golden phoenix headpiece. More specifically, on a ribbon that had no place being there. He returned his gaze to her eyes, still glancing at him lovingly and he put on his best smile.

“Can this loyal kitty get a kiss, ma princesse?”

He tried to not get distracted when Marinette lips touched his. She tasted like vanilla and strawberries and he wondered for a second if that was the case when she wasn’t an akuma as well. But he didn’t have time for that. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he lifted his left to her hair, untying the ribbon as well as he could. She didn’t seem to notice, as she still kissed him. Bringing the ribbon behind her back, he broke the kiss.

“Chat?” she asked in pure confusion. He could have sworn it was as if the akuma effect wore off.

He snapped the ribbon open and to his surprise, a white butterfly flew out and a swarm of ladybugs engulfed Marinette, making her outfit and complexion return to normal before going along the street and turning everyone else back to normal. What in the world was that? How could this happen?


He glanced down to see Marinette frowning and looking around confused and even a little bit dizzy. She was back! He grasped her shoulders, making sure she won’t fall over. He gave her what could possibly be the biggest smile ever before pulling her into a tight hug.

“Welcome back, Marinette.”

Thoughts I had during the Goatman ep

  • Shane’s legs look really good in those jeans?? Where did he get them
  • Ryan is such a NERD I love him so much he owns my entire heart
  • Shane quit messin with my boy omg
  • “Horny boys” dhaiaoapsgdha SHANE NO
  • Why do they both look so good this episode
  • “You feel that Goatman Energy? You feel those Goat Vibes?”
  • Please someone put “I disrespect your bridge, Goatman!” On a tshirt
  • Shane is also a giant nerd
  • I hope the Goatman pushes Shane off the bridge and into the water. Both for proof and also bc he deserves to get pushed into the water.
  • Car sale noodle Shane
  • *bush moves* oh shit y'all got goats
  • That second “scream” ain’t sounded like shit
  • That was definitely a “fuck” oml ME AS A DEMON
  • O shit the snapping twig
  • “Steve is my dad’s name” RYAN IS A DEMON #CONFIRMED #EXPOSEHIM
  • The spirit box returns, get ready for Ryan to shit his pants y'all and to hear a bunch of mumbling
  • It literally sounds like they’re losing signal on the spirit box…,, Ryan I love you and I believe in ghosts but it sounds like it’s just dropping channels
  • I should start getting dressed bc I’ve gotta go out after this is done but I don’t wanna miss Oujia
  • “There’s your front door, Steve.’
  • Shyan bridge
  • That was… anticlimactic?

n ice

Bitter was the only taste you could feel on your tongue. Maybe it was the cheap wine that left such a rotten aftertaste, maybe it’s the way he paid so much attention to her over his own wife. Bitter wasn’t only what you tasted, but it was also what you felt. It’s harmless. He had whined when you confronted him about the new woman from C&R. She was.. Beautiful. Much more than you were– at least In your mind; you had thought so. Long silver hair that went past her shoulders and swayed at her lower back so gracefully. Ocean of blue was the only thing you could see inside her round wide eyes, and she was small too. Thin waist, long legs. A looker all around. But you know what was the most striking feature of them all?

She looked like his fucking cat.

He was interested in a woman that looked like his cat. His million dollar fur ball in human form. The thought was so mind boggling, but that’s Jumin for you.

You gripped your wine glass so tightly; it could’ve shattered at any moment. Of course you were jealous. Your husband was spending more time with his co-worker than he was his own goddamn wife. Who wouldn’t be?

They really never ‘flirted’ per say. He just seemed so.. intrigued, and curious about her; the one apparently named Eliza. God, even her name was so similar to Elizabeth. It drove you insane how much he talked about her now days, it bothered you so much. When you try to change the subject, it always floats back to her.

“ Why the pout kitten? ”
You groaned as a familiar red head snuck up behind your chair, scratching a finger underneath your chin just as one would do to a cat. He usually did that to you, and Jumin hated it. But what Jumin hates was the last thing you cared about right now.

You lazily lift your right hand off of the love-seat to point towards the duo who was chatting on together– looking ever so happy– as your left brought the half emptied wine glass up to your lips. The liquid went down hot seeing as you let it sit for so long, the temperature had gotten the better of it. This was your… Fourth? Yeah, Fourth glass of wine as of tonight. The leather chair squeaked as Seven plopped down– rather roughly, onto it. He groaned contently, the relief of being off his feet for the first time tonight was an amazing feeling. Dress shoes aren’t his thing, and now he remembers why.

“ Hm.. Is that the lady that he’s always talking about? The chick that looks like my lil’ baby Elly? ”
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the soft little kitty, but he quickly was pulled back to reality. He brought a finger up to his mouth in thought as he observed the two carefully– No touching each other yet, that’s good.. He said internally.

“ Yeah. ”
You answered curtly with a venomous tone, practically burning holes into the back of your husbands head– Praying maybe just maybe he’d turn because of it; see you alone with Seven and he’d kick into defensive mode, come swoop you up and take you back home to get you away from Luciel’s flirtations. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind that. Any kind of attention right now would feel good.

“ Awh– Is somebody jealous? ”
He batted his eyelashes annoyingly as he spoke with a baby voice– Of course you were jealous! How couldn’t you be? But you didn’t want to let the goof know his assumptions were truth; so you push his face softly away from yours, he pretends to have a knockback much stronger than what little force you used– it made you both chuckle together with soft smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.

“ It just.. sucks balls. ”
You used his lingo, much to his amusement. “ Sucks balls indeed. ”
Luciel mimicked you before sighing heavily after he commented, personally he found it quite annoying that Jumin hadn’t been paying attention to you. he would love to hang out with you all day. Be able to be with you the way Jumin can; Cat dad doesn’t know how good he has it.

“ It’s like i’m the side chick; You know? Agh.. And I know– It doesn’t seem like a romantic thing.. Jumin just wouldn’t do that… ”
You whisper the last part to yourself, however Luciel has keen hearing. He raised his brow in doubt as you continued on.

“ I wish he didn’t act like he found me boring now days.. ”
The ring on your finger clinked gently against the wine glass– catching your attention. Memories of how it used to be caused you to smile as you stared down at the large diamond your husband gave to you to propose.
Yes, Jumin still treated you good. You felt you didn’t have the right to complain; after all, he was a very loving husband. Maybe it was the controlling side you had deep down inside of you, or it could be you just don’t like how pretty that woman is– It’s aggravating not knowing why this whole thing bothers you so much. It just does.

Things have changed slightly, you’ve noticed. Late nights at the office had been getting even later; that was your first real concern. But with a nudge, you got Jaehee to hang around at work to see what on earth Jumin really does around there. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, he was indeed working– Which relieved you instantly. She assured you at work there was no flirtations, they just seemed like friends. Hell, everyone told you they just seemed like friends. Maybe you were exaggerating too much– But the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“ I bet if I kissed you he wouldn’t find you ‘oh so boring’ anymore huh? ”
You raised a brow at his unexpected words, it was clear Seven had a peculiar interest in yourself but.. It wasn’t something that got in between your friendship. Luciel knew his limits. But that statement was quite bold; it caught your attention.
“ He’d probably permanently sew three– No, Four– body guards on you at all times if he knew I even laid a hand on you…. Agh! ” He threw his head back in frustration, causing you to smile softly. That was true; Jumin probably would pay much more attention to you if something like that were to happen, but you’d never. You could never. It just wasn’t right.

“ MC? ”
The low voice caused you to look upwards– Slowly at that, eyes following the soft pattern of that black suit you knew oh so well. A pair of dark black eyes meet your own, causing you to shiver. He always had that effect on you.

He was tugging on his cufflinks out of boredom, right away he noticed how close Luciel was towards you. It bothered him, and he had no problem voicing those concerns.
“ No. Leave space, at least enough to fit three Elizabeth the 3rds in between you.”
Jumin suddenly grabs your hips firmly–you have to bite your lip to keep from yelping– sliding your body across the leather couch to follow his rule.
Always have to leave space for the Elizabeths.
Both you and Seven roll your eyes at the so called ‘rule’ but Jumin looked quite pleased with himself.

“ You’re one to talk.. Where’s the three Elizabeth’s in between you and pretty girl over there huh? ”
Seven chimed in, You knew right away Jumin would brush it off like he always does– You sigh heavily to yourself. Staring into the dark liquid of your glass as the two start to bicker.

“ I did the math, there was 3.6 Elizabeth the 3rds in between us. I follow the rules, as should you two.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at that, Much to Jumin’s displeasure. He looked down at you heavily for a few moments, after he got no response– He spoke again.
“ We’ll be going soon MC. Would you like me to grab your coat? ”
The ride home was quiet. Driver Kim made small talk with you; he always does. He’s a nice man, and even he seemed to notice something wrong with you. Why couldn’t Jumin notice then? You were texting Seven while slumped into the seat of the car, It was on the messenger but in a private message over the usual chatrooms.

” Con fron tation!!! Con fron tation!!! ”

You smiled softly at the text, looking up for a moment to see what Jumin was doing. He was in his phone as well, so you decided to continue.

“ Should I? What if he yells at me -_- ”

“ then i’ll teleport over there myself and rescue you n elly from that cruel cruel man!!! you deserve better! #justice for elly and mc 2k17!!!!! lololol ”

Well. Maybe you should? But you didn’t want Jumin to be upset. Speaking of which, he seemed to notice you giggling into your phone this whole time. Not saying a word though, but you could feel his eyes on you from across the seat.
Awh, was he jealous?
Part of you wanted him to take a seat in the jealousy club. There’s obviously room for him to join. But it was cruel to have an eye for an eye after all.
Powering down the phone, You place it at your side before sighing softly. Your gaze quickly meets your husbands who had done the same thing a few minutes ago. With a soft smile you look over towards him for a moment before focusing your attention to the window– The penthouse was in view.

He looked like he wanted to say something; But the car had already stopped.
“ We’re back Elizabeth the 3rd! ”
You call out to the kitty; the jingle of sparkly bells on her collar was getting closer and closer by the second. Setting down your bag before crouching, You greet the little fur ball who was meowing wildly– Desperate for attention. She enjoyed your petting; but it was clear Jumin’s eye was what she was after. That makes two, Huh?

“ Hello Elizabeth the 3rd. ” Jumin smiles gently at her as he hangs his coat on the rack, revealing a clean white button up shirt. He uses the backs of his knuckles to pet her face, the sound of her purrs echoed throughout the quiet home.
You leave the two alone; not before excusing yourself to go– just to get out of this god forsaken dress. This dress was tighter than ones you’ve worn before; hoping it might catch Jumin’s attention a little more, but instead you only got some extra looks from creeps and weirdos. Oh– And Seven, but he sort of falls into that category.
From the closet you choose something comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a simple black tee shirt. It was soft, Jumin only picked materials that were the best of the best for you after all.

Taking one final look into the mirror, you inhale deeply; absolutely dreading the talk to come. Would he brush you off once more? Or finally listen to your pleas? You were mentally planning what to say to your husband.

’ Hey look– Im jealous to the point of it being painful so you can’t be friends anymore with Miss Kitty. No talking. Nothing. Only me. Okay? ’

Fuck no.
That sounded terrible. But hell, it’s what you were thinking after all. It felt so selfish, but one thing Jumin always said is he wanted you to be selfish with him. It’s something he always states constantly, So why do you feel guilty for actually being selfish now?

You made up in your mind that you’d just wing it. Let your emotions spill over, say whatever it is you’re feeling. Hopefully it would give him the push to accept that you were indeed lonely. You wanted to be the only woman in his life… To just hoard him all to yourself. God it sounded awful; but it was the truth.

Your bare feet squeaked against the hardwood flooring, anxiety filled you like never before seeing Jumin resting quietly on the couch, Elizabeth the 3rd by his side.
Without a word, you take your seat across from him. The couch was of course big enough for the both of you, but you really didn’t want to sit next to him right now. Back here was fine. The room was silent, besides Elizabeth the 3rds soft purrs and the gentle hum of the light fixtures. You sort of phase out for a moment, eyes out of focus as you’re lost in thought.

“ Whats wrong with you lately? ” Jumin said suddenly, causing your head to snap up; breaking you from your mindless thoughts. His eyes were trained onto the cat besides him instead of you. He looked calm as always, but his scowl was a bit more pronounced as of now.

“ Nice of you to notice. ”
You state sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging yourself by crossing your arms below your chest. He let out a low growl of disapproval, He never did like it when you talked back.

“ Are you cheating on me? ”
That incredibly sudden accusation took you aback instantly. Was he fucking serious? You?Cheating on him? Thats what he thought was different?

“ I could ask you the same thing you know. ” Your tone was bitter as your voice became raised, it was clear how upset he’d gotten you by your change in attitude. Your brows stitch together in a painful mix of shock and anger, how could he accuse you of something so foul? It was enough to make your blood boil.

“ I would never do something as low and filthy as that.
He was glaring deeply at you with fire in his eyes now, Still outwardly calm; which aggravated you to no end. The atmosphere changed so fast. It was heavy and the tension was sharp.
Elizabeth the 3rd quickly scurried away into the bedroom upon feeling the mood change. She must not have wanted to be in the middle of this all. Good call.

“ So you’re implying that I would? ”
You were standing upright now. Nails gripping tightly into your arms; enough to make your skin irritated. The fiery pit in your stomach hurt, as if a rock was inside you. You didn’t like arguing with Jumin at all, but this was pretty inevitable.
He was quiet through clenched teeth. His knuckles were white, and his legs crossed. He still looked so composed as he waited your answer to his question.

“ No, i’m not cheating on you Jumin Han. There– Happy? Huh? ” He didn’t break eye contact and also didn’t say a word, the way he seemed so collected while you were so upset was aggravating.

“ Even though you’ve been living it up with you new little play toy i’ve been here, lonely! All day long! ” He scoffed slightly out of disbelief, Brows scrunched in confusion.

“ My play thing? You must be delusional. Am I not allowed to be interested in knowing someone now days? ”

“ You’re not when the person in question is just so.. so– So beautiful! And smart.. and, And kind! and.. Well– better than me and…”
Your voice fades from sheer anger to sadness in the end. The gravity of the situation hit you hard, hot tears streamed down your cheeks thinking about everything Eliza was that you weren’t. Maybe it would be better if he was with her.. She sure did match him way better than you ever could.

It was silent. It hurt, that he didn’t have anything to say to you. It only made you cry some more.

“ .. Are you jealous MC? ” He questioned after a few moments; gently and with pity in his voice, but you still hated those words. Mainly because it was true.

“ Yes– Okay!? I’m jealous, i’m so fucking jealous! I hate the fact that all you talk about is her anymore. ” You stopped to wipe tears away from your eyes with a sniffle before continuing.
“ I mean.. I don’t have schooling like she does; and I don’t look like your cat.. I’m not successful or own a business like her.. ”
You hung your head low as you avoided his gaze. It’s true, you weren’t even in comparison with her. Not even in the same ballpark.

He sighs heavily to let out his frustration after a few moments of the room being filled with your sobs, swiping a hand across his face roughly before looking up at you. He realized what you were getting at, and he felt like shit because of it. He was being too selfish in this situation. His heart strings pulled painfully at him seeing you brought to tears because of this.

“ Come here. ” It was gentle and soft, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Remorse was evident in his tone. His arms were open to you, eyes warmer than the cold ones you saw before.

God, that was it. That was all you needed right now. You didn’t care how sad you looked or how angry you just were. All you wanted was to be held by your husband, you’ve been wanting that for weeks now. Just.. Needing something. Anything. And this was it.
You burst into tears as you fall into his arms, curling tightly up in his lap as his white shirt was now stained with your tears. He pets his hand over the back of your head soothingly, holding you tight to his chest like a baby. You could hear his heartbeat, it was so steady and barely ever hitched while you two sat there together.

“ I truly didn’t know you felt that way…. I– Im so sorry.. ”
He sounded so sad.. You felt horrible for everything that’s happened. You should have talked about this sooner, instead of letting all the emotions fester.

“ I’m sorry for letting you think I was cheating.. You know i’d never–”
He interrupted you with a soft shush,
“ That was idiotic for me to say. I know you’d never.
He states quietly as he runs his thumb in circles on your back.
“ I’ll explain how you feel to Eliza as soon as tomorrow. ”
You nod softly, still feeling selfishness resonate inside you– But Jumin didn’t mind any of this. He felt terrible for purposely trying to make you jealous these past few weeks. Seeing how close you and Luciel had been getting. It was horrible, doing that all so you’d pay more attention to him. He really didn’t think about it before hand. He just was.. Well, Jealous. No idea that it would all backfire this badly.

” I don’t ever want you to ever feel like you’re not beautiful– Or smart, or successful. You’re My princess. You’re all that and more in my eyes, my love. ”

You cuddled deep into his chest, his words were soothing to you. This whole thing was so ridiculous, you’re so happy it’s finally over.

“ Just.. Can you introduce me to her? I’d like to formally meet the woman who looks like my husbands cat put into human form.”
He chuckled softly, causing you to laugh as well. The vibrations of his chest made your heart skip a beat as you smile.
“ Of course I will. I should have done it sooner. ”
but if you didn’t get it MC was getting super close to Luciel/Seven, so Jumin started talking to Eliza to make mc jealous of him as much as he was of her and seven. Obviously it backfired seeing as they both ended up Angery ™ but hey it worked out in the end and jumin learned his lesson lmao!! check out my masterlist of you’d like as well, in my bio!! i just updated it with some new stuff! ~~
The Black Cat

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

Word Count: a whooping 9.3k!!!

Includes: an actual story, and of course, neko smut

this fic is for my best friend @ominousdan!!! it’s cayla’s birthday and without her birth nobody would be getting to see nine thousand words of neko!dan so please go follow her and tell her happy birthday in thanks (ily cayla i hope you love this and also me)

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thank you @kiaaan @livvyswifi @tiberiusblacktorn for inspiring me!! ily guys so much!! i hope you like pt. 1! but i was tired and had writer’s block, so….

- ty, kit, livvy, and dru all go to boarding school

- ty is the quiet, nerd that always has a book and his headphones on and spends his lunches in the library

- livvy’s the quirky, fun girl everyone wants to be around and decorates her notebooks with little sketches and stickers

- she sometimes holds a craft club for girls in her dorm room before exams to help relieve stress

- she has quite a few friends and tries to include ty, but he never wants to hang out with them

- dru is the goth girl with the small group of friends that wear black all the time, and if livvy allowed her to, she would probably wear a ton of make up

- kit is the bad boy who doesn’t care about anything and was forced into going to school by his foster father

- he occasionally goes to classes but only when he feels like it

- all the girls are obsessed with him because who doesn’t want to be the girl that changes the bad boy for the better

- and he’s also very attractive of course

- ty is walking through the halls, his headphones on full blast when someone taps him on the shoulder

- it’s dru

- “ ty, apparently the principal is looking for you. i’d run if i were you, he does NOT look happy.”

- with a sympathetic look and a pat on his shoulder, dru inserted herself into the sea of kids trying to get to their classrooms and disappeared within seconds

- sighing, ty covered his ears with his headphones and headed to his dorm room

- he had a free sixth period, and no one ever came to his room anyway

- so he headed to the third floor to his domain

- before he even got to his room, he wanted to turn back

- he heard two voices he knew very well

- his principal’s and christopher herondale’s

- kit was infamous around school: livvy was obsessed with trying to be friends with him, but never tried to talk to him and he himself was curious about the school’s only bad boy

- what had made him that way? was it his tramatic childhood or his terrible parents like the YA novels always said? was it-

- before he could finish his thought, the principal caught his eye and waved him over

- “ tiberius, i’m so glad you made it! i was just about to tell ms. wrayburn to make an announcement on the loudspeaker for you. how are you?”

- not really wanting to make small talk with the principal, he gave a short nod

- “fine. not to be rude, but why are you here sir? i’ve had a long day and was about to go to sleep.”

- he saw kit’s lip curl up at the corner, just a tiny bit, hardly noticeable

- the principal scowled

- “ ok fine, i’ll cut to the chase. this is christopher and he’s your new room mate. you will also be tutoring him in all his classes for this semester.”

- ty’s heart fell

- he could kiss his quiet times in his room goodbye, his free time too

- the principal glanced meaningly towards both of them and kit made the first move, extending his arm towards ty

- “ i’m kit. ONLY kit.”

- “ fine. ty.”

- he grasped kit’s hand, which was a little damp

- he found that and the other boy’s racing pulse slightly endearing

- he, the unbreakable christopher herondale, was NERVOUS

- opening his door (kit didn’t have a key, the principal wanted them to “bond” or whatever) he went in, pretending to ignore kit

- he had learned that people like kit didn’t like talking to people like him

- the weird ones

- he cracked open a book, watching kit from his peripheral vision

- kit was… writing something?

- his brow was furrowed and he was completely focused

- did the bad boy have a journal? 

- just then, the bell rang, causing him to jump a little, dropping his book

- kit turned to look at him, his blue eyes a little darker

- he had realized ty wasn’t reading

- avoiding an awkward conversation, he bolted from the room, heading to livvy’s class where she surely would be getting out late

- he had mr. lovelace last year

- although he was super cool, he did tend to go off on tangents sometimes

- just as he reached the door, livvy came out of the classroom, throwing her arms around him

- “ ty-ty what’s wrong?”

- “ cafe?”

- nodding her head, she grabbed ty’s hand and led him out of the building to the cafe on site

- “ now tell me!! and don’t you dare say nothing tiberius nero blackthorn!! or i’ll call jules!”

- “ fine. you know christopher herondale?”

- he proceeded to tell the story to livvy, who was badly surpressing a squeal

- “ you. like. kit. herondale!!!”

- the last part was a scream

- the barista (who was already quite peeved at them for not ordering anything) gave them a “are you kidding” look and kicked them out, looking quite satisfied at that

- “ livvy. no, you don’t understand me. i HATE him. he ruined my free time! for the whole SEMESTER.”

- smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear she did a little twirl in the middle of the quad

- “ what shall i call you guys? kitty? hmmmm…”

- walking faster, ty manage to escape livvy for only a second

- “ okay, fine. i’ll stop. for now!! but just saying, it looks like he likes you too.” she sang and skipped away, giggling like a little girl

- watching her form shrink to only a shadow, he thought about what she said

- did he like kit? did kit like HIM?

- just because he thought kit was cute and a spark, almost like electricity, had passed through him when they shook hands didn’t mean-… oh.

Miraculous Ladybug - Final Showdown

Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared. 

Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.

Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral. 

He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots. 

Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug. 

Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale. 

And, where was Adrien?

In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid. 

He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there. 

Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.   

He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.

Please. Please let me not be too late.

Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking. 

With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there

She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”

“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”

The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.

“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”

She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.

“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”

She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die. 

“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”

It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her

There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain. 

Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were. 

“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.” 

It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.

He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for. 

As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.

Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.

author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)

As you know, I am watching Voltron now
I soon will provide shitposts, wink-wink
But now
In the second season
I finally found a character I can truly relate to!
My spiritual galra of sorts.

Look at him.
Big imperial kitty. 
Round kitty, soft kitty.
Nyom, nyom, nyom.
(I am not sure if Galra are anyway related to felines, but honestly, they look like to me as some weird space cats. Honestly, this show is wonderful with it amount of space cats)

His name is Varkon and he doesn’t like when you do shit in the Mall™.

Majesty embodied. 
Proud protector of the Space Mall. 
Keeping peace in the name of Emperor Zarkon.

“Do it for him”
I am sure this is that kind of poster.
And I suddenly realized I want a copy.
Dude looks inspiring, I will give him that.

Anyway. This is my boi now.
My big round kitty.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Your voice sounds just like my phone sex operator’s voice.”
“Excuse me?” She replies, absolutely appalled at the strangers comment. She is utterly confused on how she got into this situation, she had done absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself. Sat in the waiting room of the veterinarian’s office with her dog (a seven year old golden doodle named Bella) she had just been studying for her organic chemistry exam, with headphones in. Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” was her mantra for everything. Whenever she was studying or working out, the song helped her calm down and focus on whatever task was at hand. But then, she had this prick tap on her shoulder and spit this misogynistic comment at her. All she had done was reach down to pet and comfort her pup, who always got nervous at the vet’s office. Any remaining whisper of calm left from “Fur Elise” has evaporated from her body.
“Yeah,” the asshole responds with a chuckle and a smirk, “Her name, is Janice. She’s got the sexiest voice in the world, second to yours of course. Always manages to get me hard when-”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A third voice chimes in.
She turns around abruptly, thanking the heavens that someone is coming to help defend her. She was never fond of confrontation.
A boy, about her age, was standing there holding his fluffy cat. It’s obvious by the expression on his face that he’s just as puzzled and enraged by the disgusting comments this stranger has felt the audacity to announce to the whole office.
“Is that how you pick up all your women? By berating them and making them objectified and uncomfortable? How about next time you take a gentler approach, like, I don’t know, maybe a hello first? Ask her about her dog maybe. Also, where the fuck is your pet? Why are you even here? This is a vet’s office you know. Not some sleazy bar that you are probably used to.” He rages all of this in a very short amount of time, and the entire office goes still.
The receptionist is already speed walking around her desk, to diffuse the situation.
“Sir,” she points to the offending stranger, “If you don’t plan on doing any business with us while staying appropriate, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Or I can call the police. It’s your choice.”
The older man’s face is flush with embarrassment, and the vein on his neck is protruding offensively. Before anyone else is able to respond, he gets up abruptly and walks out the door, slamming it shut on his way out, making the bell attached to the top ring loudly. The receptionist turns around promptly and walks back to her desk.
“Jesus Christ,” the girl whispers, clutching her dog’s leash and headphones close in her hand. She is still so taken aback by the whole situation, and not sure of how to process the encounter that occurred just seconds before.
The boy moves to sit next to her with the cat perched in his lap, a few seats away.
He looks into her eyes, “I know this place isn’t necessarily on the best side of town, but I assumed that it’s because the costs here are cheap. I didn’t expect to people taken advantage of. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
She smiles into her hands in her lap, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
She assumes he can feel her embarrassment radiating from her chair, so he’s quick to change the subject.
“Who do we have here?” He says leaning down to Bella who has her face rested on her paws on the floor. He readjusts the squeaking animal on his lap, “Is it okay if I pet her?”
“Oh yes of course!” She responds flustered, “Her name is Bella, she’s a golden doodle. So a mix between a poodle and a golden retriever.” He reaches down to scratch behind her fluffy ear and pat her head. Bella lifts her head up and wags her tail excitedly.
“Ah I see. So she has the coat of a poodle and the athleticism of the retriever. Does she take the intelligence from both?”
“Yes! She’s an amazing dog.” Both of them turn their gaze to the dog on the floor, where Bella soaks up the attention.
Only about ten seconds of comfortable silence go by before the cat in the boy’s lap squeaks a loud meow.
“Oh hush, you big baby.” He looks down at the disgruntled creature, “I can’t love on any other animals besides you?”
She gives the kitty a big smile, “Who do we have here?” She asks the boy.
“His name is Genghis. I got him off of craigslist, so I’m not sure what breed he his, but he likes to talk a lot that is for sure. My name is Harry, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Harry. Do you mind if I pet him?” She asks politely.
“You can try, he is just a little wary around strangers, but he isn’t a biter so you should be - oh,” He’s interrupted by Genghis’ loud purring. When he was talking, she reached her hand out tentatively to the cat, and he immediately rose his body into her hand and started purring. Harry is shocked, it seemed that in all his years that he had Genghis, Harry was the only one he could truly tolerate. Genghis only purred in the comfort of their own home, under the covers in Harry’s soft bed.
“That’s amazing! You must be some sort of animal whisperer.” Harry looks at the girl with such a shocked expression. Her only response is a giggle, as she scratches behind the cat’s ears.
All of a sudden, Genghis stands up out of Harry’s lap, and hops over the two seats into the girl’s lap where he promptly curls up and falls asleep.
“He likes you more than me! I can’t believe this, I guess I just have to keep you around, huh?”

Tales of Miss Fortune

Welp, this was meant to be a Blancfortune oneshot. The me and @ladyofacat had some 3 AM talks and this turned into a villain!Ladybug au. Oops. Also, if you expect plot, leave the expectations at the door lmao. This story will mostly be sexual tension escalading and Miss Fortune/Marinette driving Chat/Adrien mad.


Happy Valentine’s Day!

Chat Noir moved stealthily through the dark corridors of the Louvre. It was fights like this when he was truly grateful for his night vision. Fights in the dark were an advantage for him and he knew he needed any asset he could get when it came to fighting her. Because honestly, there was only one thief in the whole of Paris (and possibly Europe) that would go on a stealing spree without any care for the security system.

Miss Fortune.

Chat’s grip on his staff tightened as he scanned the halls for his nemesis. She was the nightmare of Paris for almost six years now. And while she was not robbing simple people, there wasn’t any museum, gallery and private collection that had been spared. And more often than Chat would have liked to admit, she got away with it. He didn’t even want to think how many millions if not billions of euros had been lost because of her. Damn her.

Chat’s eyes scanned the hall he was in, feeling a little bit creeped out by the eyes in the portraits almost following him. He was never a fan of museums at night. Sometimes he wished he could just the exact place where Miss Fortune was. Not that he was worried she will escape. She never left without a fight. More often than not, Chat felt she was doing all these robberies with a clear purpose in mind: to drive him mad. Frankly, she was succeeding. With a sigh, he stopped in place focusing on the noise. His cat ears twitched as he heard a faint noise. from somewhere afar and a little to the west.

The storehouse.

He sprinted down the hall until he was close enough to hear better. He began moving with stealth again, his steps trailing the little noises he was hearing. His tail flicked anxiously as he stepped in one of the big rooms of the basement. Boxes of all sizes, sculptures wrapped in sheets covered in dust and even some paintings lying around. The sight almost made him sad, but he didn’t have time to linger on that. He kept his guard up as he stepped further into the room, being prepared for any surprise attack. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was a fancy chair that probably belonged in the court of Louis de 14th. Put in the middle of an empty space and illuminated strangely by some candles in the back. He immediately spun around, throwing his baton at the target behind him that triggered a noise just one second before. Only to see that there was nothing before him.

“What the… ” his curse had turned into a yowl as someone jumped into his back, managing to knock him off his feet.

A pair of soft lips brushed against his ear shell. “Hello, handsome.”

Chat struggled as she sized his hands behind his back, making it impossible for him to use them. With a grunt of annoyance, he rolled on is back, trying to get rid of her, but it only aggravated the situation as she copied his move. It ended up with a tumble on the floor, until Miss Fortune managed to tie his hands with the string of her yoyo. Chat growled as she forced him to sit in the chair and wrapped the string around his body, managing to tie him to the chair.

“You, know, I’m almost disappointed for how easy you fell for that, kitten.” she said with a pout while taking a bundle of rope off her belt. She took a few steps towards him, slow, almost teasingly. It wouldn’t be the first time when Chat felt like he was the mouse and she was the cat. “But I could forgive you if you meow for me a little.”

Adrien just glared at her, clenching his teeth. She always liked to play with him and he knew very well giving her a reaction would only make her satisfied with herself. And he was too stubborn for that. His lack of reaction seemed to only make her pout further.

“Well, then. If you aren’t in the mood of talking I’ll just get to action too. And when you think I even settled the romantic atmosphere with the candles.” with a dramatic sigh, she got on her knees in front of him.

He did his best to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks as he tried to kick her away. Miss Fortune grabbed his leg and pinned it back down with ease. Glancing up at him with a scolding look, she chided him. “Bad chaton!”

He huffed annoyed, before redirecting his attention to her, keeping a close eye for any chance to free himself. She looked away from his face, her gaze sliding over his torso and then to his crotch. And by the way her lips curled into a predatory smirk, Chat was sure he was in trouble. Humming amusedly, she settled her hands on his thighs before spreading his legs wide open.

“What are you doing?” to his ultimate embarrassment, that was very much a squeak.

“Oh, but please, tell me, kitten. What happens usually when you have someone kneeling between your spread legs?”

Chat really wanted to give a witty reply, but frankly, he was pretty brain dead when she was staring at him with those bedroom eyes. Why was he cursed with a weakness for blue eyes?

And as if that wasn’t enough, she began running her hands up and down his thighs, agonizingly slow. And the suit wasn’t doing anything to decrease the feeling. It only stopped the pain from big hits, but gentle touches? They felt as if there was nothing between them besides a very thin sheet of silk. Chat beat his lips as she rested her head on his left thigh, her fingers trailing closer and closer to his crotch.  He closed his eyes, trying to think about the most unpleasant things in the world, just not to get a boner. He could never forgive himself if he got a boner from her teasing in front of her.

(He got boners because of her before and he wouldn’t bother lying, but frankly, he was in private.)

She would never let him live it down. As if she didn’t wound his pride enough these years. That would be the last drop. He felt Miss Fortune shift and then, something being wrapped around his ankles. He opened his eyes only to find his ankles tied and Miss Fortune smirking up at him, some rope still in her hands.

“I liked you tied up.” he remarked casually before putting the rope over her shoulder and sitting in his lap.

Chat hissed. She was warm. And he had no doubt the way she was grinding on him, slowly was with a clear purpose in mind. Chat wanted to scream. Why couldn’t he have a normal enemy? One that found pleasure in kicking his ass, not in sexually frustrating him? No, apparently that was too much to ask for. When he accepted being a superhero he certainly didn’t expect almost six years of flirting, banter and sexual tension that just seemed to increase in the latest months.

Miss Fortune nuzzled his nose. That gesture was way too sweet for someone who looked like she was one step away from eating him alive while dry humping him. And there was so much he could do to stop his dick from going hard while someone was grinding on him and it felt very much like it was skin on skin. Miss Fortune seemed extremely happy with her results so far.

“Do you like this, kitten?” she whispered in his ear in a sultry voice as she increased her rhythm, her hot core moving faster against his boner.

Chat let out a moan, dropping his head against her shoulder. This was humiliating, but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much when he felt so good. He will regret this later, he knew, but frankly, he had limits where he simply couldn’t resist anymore. Miss Fortune was running her hands all over his body and Chat realized a few seconds too late she was tying him the rope and retrieving her yoyo.

“I fucking hate you.” he growled through gritted teeth. For what, he wasn’t sure. For being a nightmare to Paris? For humiliating him like that? For the fact that he was actually enjoying it? For outwitting him?

There was a slight gasp and soon all the warmth was gone. He looked up to see Miss Fortune glaring at him.

“That was the wrong thing to say.” she hissed before getting something out of a box on the side. “Bad kitties get punished.”

The next thing he knew was that Miss Fortune was leaning towards him with a piece of duct tape in her hands. She pressed it against his lips, before a smirk appeared on her face. She tilted her head, pressing her lips against his through the duct tape before gluing it to his face.

“That was for the language. You should learn how to dirty talk, kitten. ” she straightened her back. “You were very rude, I liked you better when you were moaning. And because you said that, then I won’t make you cum anymore.”

Going to another box that was laying near, she picked two pieces of jewelry. The turned to him, raising them for him to see.

“They supposedly belonged to Madame de Pompadour. And given you are here, I want to ask you for an opinion. Which one do you think fits me better?”

She raised each pair to her ears. “The sapphire ones or the ruby ones?” Chat gave an annoyed growl making er giggle. “Oopsie, I forgot I duct taped you. Oh well, nod once for sapphire, nod twice for ruby.”

She looked throughout amused as he didn’t react anyhow. “Well, I guess you are right. I should take both.”

Chat glared at her as she put the two pairs of earrings in one of her belt satchels.

“See you next time, beau gosse.” she said with a smirk, blowing him a kiss.

And with that, she simply strutted out of the hall, leaving a very annoyed Chat Noir with an unsolved boner behind.

So imagine the other alphas are planning to meet up with Dirk, and when they all get to where he should be he’s staring at a cat that’s stuck in a tree, he climbs up and picks up the cat and the other three are like “Aww!” thinking that he was gonna help the kitty, but Dirk just looks at the cat for about 10 seconds and says “Hm interesting.” then puts the cat back on the tree and just walks away like nothing happened.

Fluff Month Day 9 - "It's You"

- CONTINUATION FROM DAY 4, “Please Stay,” and “Sober” & “Falling” from Ladynoir July.
- I’m gonna name this series, I promise😂
- this is probably the last in this series

Ladybug blushed, realizing her mistake.

“Oh y-yeah. Right.”

Chat’s grip on her hand tightened as the pair continued to wind through the streets of Paris, which at this hour were slightly more deserted, allowing the two heroes to slip through without much notice. The sun had just about set, so when Chat suddenly pulled Ladybug into an unlit, side alleyway she had to blink a few times to adjust her vision. She cursed, not for the first time, that Chat got night vision powers and she didn’t. Then again, Ladybug was the one with the ability to purify akumas so…

Chat let go of Ladybug’s hand as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still adjusting, so it was difficult for her to see the expression on Chat’s face, but she could feel him looking around and making sure no one was watching them in the dark alley. Finally he let out a puff of air and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Okay, um…I always pictured this being more…climactic? But…Ladybug are you sure you’re okay with this? Really I don’t have to-”

Ladybug cut Chat off by poking his shoulder, which she could now see thanks to her finally adjusted eyesight, and playfully scowling at him.

“I’m positive, Chat.”

Ladybug saw Chat’s grin before she even had a chance to register her words.

“I think you mean you’re PAWsitive, my lady.”

“Do you WANT me to change my mind?”

Chat frowned and shook his head quickly, his hair bouncing back and forth. Ladybug grinned at how much he looked like a cat in that moment, but stopped as soon as she saw the actual fear in his eyes.

“I’m joking! I won’t change my mind, kitty. I want to know who you are,” she quickly assured him.

Chat’s shoulders visibly relaxed, but he continued to fidget nervously on his feet.

“Ladybug, I- I um…” Chat trailed off as he reached out and pulled Ladybug into a hug. She buried her face in his shoulder, soaking in his warmth as they stood together in the darkened alleyway. Chat rested his chin on her head, and for a second they stayed there—unknown to the civilians of Paris, and about to reveal their identities. Then Chat moved his head, gripping Ladybug tighter as he mumbled, “Plagg, claws in.”

There was a blinding flash of green, so bright that it lit up the entire alleyway for approximately five seconds, before it was gone, and the pair of superheroes were plunged back into darkness.

Ladybug blinked quickly, her eyes refocusing yet again, but she stopped when she felt a pair of warm hands on her cheeks. Chat’s head was still hidden above her, his breathing quickened out of anxiousness, but as soon as his hands found her cheeks he melted. His whole body relaxed as Ladybug brought her hands up to place them over his and slowly pull them away from her face. Chat took a small step back as Ladybug pulled him away, interlocking their fingers slowly.

Then she gasped.


Adrien grinned sheepishly down at Ladybug, wanting to rub the back of his neck from force of habit, but not wanting to pull his hands away from Ladybug’s.

“Hi LB.”

Ladybug stood there a moment, face flushed and almost one hundred percent sure she was about to pass out, before flinging herself at Adrien and burying herself in his chest. Adrien stumbled back, but quickly found his balance again as he wrapped his arms around Ladybug yet again. A grin spread over his face as Ladybug laughed, the sounds muffled against his shirt but heard nonetheless.

“I’m assuming we know each other then?” Adrien asked, unable to hide his amusement.

Ladybug nodded into his chest before releasing her transformation in another flash of light, this time bright pink. And then there was Marinette, Adrien’s classmate, staring back up at him and smiling widely.


Marinette’s smile faded slightly, her eyes losing their light as she looked down, biting her lip.

“S-sorry. I’m probably not what you expected,” she said, shuffling her feet nervously.

Adrien’s eyes softened, gently taking one of Marinette’s hands and raising it up to his face. He kissed it lightly, something that was practically apart of his normal routine as Chat Noir, and Marinette looked up. Her eyes were wide with shock as Adrien smiled down at her, keeping her hand in his as he lowered it.

“You’re more than what I expected,” Adrien replied, “I can’t believe we were right in front of each other this whole time.”

He laughed and Marinette relaxed, giggling with her partner. Their laughter trickled off after a few minutes, Marinette leaning into Adrien’s arms as he held her there.

“Of course it’s you,” he said after a minute, “who else would it be?”

Marinette sighed, smiling into Adrien’s shirt before a though occurred to her, and she pulled away.

“Oh Adrien, I’m so sorry about your dad.”

Adrien’s eyes darkened slightly, and he looked down. His hair blocked Marinette’s view of his face, but he lifted his head back up a moment later, smiling sadly.

“It’s okay. Like I said, I kind of knew before, I just didn’t want to believe it. I’ll be fine.”

Marinette gave him a doubtful look, but Adrien shook his head.

“We can talk about it later. Right now I believe we have a villain to catch.”

Marinette’s eyes softened, and she reached up to touch Adrien’s cheek, forcing him to look down at her.

“Kitty, please don’t just ignore this,” she pleaded, “I can catch Hawkmoth myself if it’s too much for you.”

Adrien jumped back, shaking his head profusely.

“No way Lady- Marinette. You’re not fighting him alone.” Adrien’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Marinette’s hand reassuringly. “He’s my dad,” he whispered, “this is my fight, and I intend to win it.”

Marinette stared at him a second longer, her face still doubtful, but she sighed after a minute and nodded her head. She called for her transformation, and Adrien’s eyes widened as he watched her transform for the first time. It was a lot to wrap his head around, that his sweet, shy classmate was the brave, slightly bossy Ladybug.

“Okay then, Kitty. You ready to go catch ourselves a villain?” Ladybug asked, blushing furiously when she realized Adrien was staring.

Adrien blinked quickly, snapping himself out of it and calling for his own transformation. Plagg quickly transformed him, coming out from the corner of the alleyway where he and Tikki had previously been watching the pair from. In a flash of bright green light, Adrien became Chat Noir, and he grinned slyly at his partner across from him as she turned away and began walking out of the alleyway.

“Definitely,” he grinned as he caught up to her, “let’s go catch ourselves a moth, LB.”

Patton the Villain Wrangler Part 6

I am NOT procrastinating an essay. Why on earth would I do that?

Word Count: 1229 (No, I don’t care that it’s long. You shouldn’t either)

Warnings: cats. just cats. (if there’s anything else, let me know)

Tag List:  @silly-aesthetic-me, @here-to-vent, @memelovingsun, @kitsuneprideleader, @bbcanimefangirl, @bbcanimephangirl, @4-forever, @sillylittleraindrops, @broadwaytheanimatedseries, @whitewinery, @sea-blue-child, @01001100-01010011, @theoneandonlyfangirlofpower, @storytellerofuntoldlegends, @cochroachkappa-blog, @amazable01, @ilovemyspoopydad, @justanotherpurplebutterfly, @thatcraxygirl15, @agentflash15, @dusk-lunari, @princeyssash (just message or ask me if you want to be tagged in future installments)

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Kitty, please!”

“No. I’m not gonna meet with some random guy you found on the street.”

“First of all, he found me, and second, he’s got some important stuff to say! Just- just give him ten minutes. That’s all I ask.”

The Alley Cat had a skeptical look on their face.

“Just hear him out. For me?”

The Alley Cat sighed. “Fine. But just ten minutes, and I’m only doing this because I like you.”

The Vigilante sighed in relief. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”

The small supervillain just rolled their eyes. “When does he want to meet?”

“Uh…” The Vigilante hadn’t thought that far. He thought that they would suggest a time to meet. “How does, uh, Tuesday at nine sound to you?” he asked slowly.

“Fine. That’s great.”

“Where do you want to meet?” the Vigilante asked before they could.

“I don’t know. How about your lair?”
“No. He doesn’t want to shadow travel, and that’s the only way he’s getting in there.”

“Fine. How about here?”

The Vigilante pondered this for a moment, looking around the well-lit room. “This should work fine.”

“Alright, Tuesday at nine. Ten minutes.”

“Thanks Kitty!”

“Don’t call me Kitty.”

“You know you like it.”

The Alley Cat rolled their eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

The Vigilante grinned and disappeared into the shadows.

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my cat is a mess he doesn’t like the dogs so he just sits and chills out in my room with me with the door shut, but he does like to Hear the dogs so he sits by the door? and it’s hard because thats also usually a sign of when he’s starting to want to leave the room and he meows to let me know that BUT he will only meow and tell me once ive made eye contact with him it’s weirdly patient?? so like i’ll occasionally get his attention and he’ll look at me and then at the door and takes like five seconds of kitty decision time to choose to meow or not before going into something else….classic

EXO Reaction to their S/O calling them Daddy.

anon requested:  Hey i’m new on your blog but i already love you guys!! Could i please request how the reaction of exo would be if you called them daddy? Thank you already :D

- admin s.


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He would be so ready to go down on you immediately after everytime you call him Daddy. 

‘‘Come here little kitty. Daddy wants to please you.’‘


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

This Man. I don’t know, he just loves it. End of the story. He’s a born Daddy.

‘‘That’s right Babygirl sit down on Daddy’s lap. Look what I bought just for you.’‘


Originally posted by buylosecontrol

A little bit confused at first since he always thought you were actually innocent but starts liking it after a few times of you calling him Daddy.

‘‘Yixing can you please come for a second. I can’t reach the top shelf.’‘

‘‘Jagi, Daddy it is. You started it and I started liking it.’‘


Originally posted by baehkkyun

Little Baekhyun would like it too but wouldn’t show it. Instead he would tease you until you scream for his touch. I mean you made him hard so he must make you wet.

‘‘It’s so warm here. Babe can you please help me take off my shirt?’‘


Originally posted by baekhyunsama

I just can’t think of that any of the members wouldn’t like it so Jongdae is of course no exception. Jongdae is in my eyes also the kinkiest among them.

‘‘Baby Kitten where’s the collar I bought you. Daddy really likes it, you know.’‘


Originally posted by dulcetyeoll

Everyone always thinks that Chanyeol is a innocent bean. GUYS HE’S 24! NO GUY IS INNOCENT AT THE AGE OF 24!! Believe me, I must know it. So yea Chanyeol also loves it. He’s someone that also loves hearing that he has a higher Position than others.

‘‘Yes that’s right Kitten. If Daddy wants something, he gets it.’‘


Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

He knows that it’s a act of Love from you and because he loves you too he also loves almost everything you do and say.

‘‘Jagi I really like that. Are you going to use this word more often, please?’‘


Originally posted by intokai

Jongin is also not innocent but he’s quieter when it comes to things like that. He wouldn’t mind it but definitley would ask you to stop when you’re together in public.

‘‘Baby I love you too and like it when you call me this but please keep it down when we’re in public.’‘

But when you’re at home shit’s going down


Originally posted by lawlliets

Like Chanyeol, Sehun is someone that also loves hearing he has a higher position than others so he likes you calling him Daddy to no end. 

‘‘Y/N, I love you.’‘

(gitfs not mine, credits to owners)

Miraculous Fluff Month Day 1: Blush

a drabble in which Ladybug is in denial and Chat Noir is infuriatingly considerate.

Ladybug does not have crush on Chat Noir.  

He’s just her friend, her most trusted partner.  There are definitely no romantic feelings there whatsoever. Those types of feelings are reserved for Adrien and Adrien only.  She thought about all of the reasons she liked her classmate: for his kindness and loyalty to his friends, the way he looks in the rain handing her an umbrella, his blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, his laugh and his sense of humor (even if it was mostly cheesy puns,) the mischievous glint in his eyes right before he attacks an akuma…

Wait.  Adrien doesn’t fight akuma. 

Oh no!

Ladybug groaned.

“Everthing alright, My Lady?” Chat Noir asked as he touched down on the roof next to her. The geniune concern in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

No. He couldn’t be here right now.  She was going through a crisis.

“I’m fine, kitty,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure? You didn’t sound fine a second ago.”

“Yeah.  I was just thinking about…things.” she paced across the rooftop.

He smirked, “Very specific.”

He was not making this easy. Why’d he have to be so considerate all of the time?  She felt bad about skirting around the subject, but it wasn’t like she could tell him the real reason why she was so distressed… Or could she?

“Maybe I was thinking about how I have a crush on you,” she looked back at him teasingly, hoping the truth of those words didn’t come through.

Chat Noir blushed, “W-what?“ 

"Or I have a really big project due tomorrow that I haven’t even started yet.” She shrugged.

He thought for a moment, “Well, I guess that’s understandable then.”

She ruffled his hair, “I’m fine, kitty. I promise!”

“Well, if you promise…Just remember you can talk to me about anything anytime.” he gingerly took the hand she was ruffling his hair with and kissed the back of it.

Ladybug felt her face heat up.

Oh, who was she kidding? She totally has a crush on Chat Noir.

  • Sun: *As Blake and Yang laid under a tree cuddling with Sun laying on a branch above them, Blake reading a book While Yang and Sun played a game on their scrolls, Sun's scroll beeps signalling him that he has gotten mail.* Ah damn it. Hey Yang, Can way pause the match for a second? This could be the email from my Aunt I've been waiting for.
  • Yang: Can't it wait just a few more minutes? We all most grow this overgrown trex alien.
  • Sun: Nah, I got to make sure my Aunt sent my the new address to her house for when I go visit her this weekend.
  • Blake: Why don't you just move your character to a hiding place and set up a turret while Yang finished it off? *Both Yang and Sun glances at Blake with surprise.* ... I watch playthroughs.
  • Yang: Aw my kitty likes watching us play.~ *Yang smiled, kissing the top of Blake's head.*
  • Sun: *Meanwhile Sun does as Blake suggested and begins to look at his email.* Alright Turret's up. Just save me some good rare items okay Yang.
  • Yang: No Promises.
  • Sun: *Sun rolled his eyes and began to read his mail, noticed he received two.* Huh? What's this second one?
  • Yang: YES! GOT YOU UP OVER GROW LIZARD! *Yang cheered a minute later after beating the boss in the game.*
  • Blake: Yay team Yangsun. *Blake smiled closing her Blake as she felt Yang hug her.*
  • Yang: I did it all for you babe. *Yang whispered smirked kissing Blake's and giggling as Blake blushed before looked up at Sun.* Hey Sun you better your character butt if you want any of this loot. Huh? *It was then Yang saw Sun Trying his hardest not to laugh as he stared at his scroll.* Uh... Sun?
  • Blake: *Hearing the question tone of her girlfriend's voice Blake looked up as well at Sun and raised an eyebrow.* What is it Sun? You're kinda weirding us out.
  • Sun: Hehehehehehehe, Oh god this is too fucking funny. *Sun chuckle before full on laugh as he passes her scroll down to the bumblebee couple with his tail.* Hahahahahaha! Yang, Hahaha, Blake, hehehehe you-you got to Hahahahaha! You got to read this!
  • Blake: *Confused Yang took the scroll and held it so she and Blake could read the mail Sun got and instantly both girl's jaws drop.* Oh you have got to be kidding me. *Was All Blake could say as she picked the bright of her nose, Shaking her head as Yang Read the message loud.*
  • Yang: "Dear Sun Wukong. You are cordially invited to join the league/guild/band/ of Blake Belladonna's evil exs. Our groups goal is to insure that anyone who tries to date the woman we have all fell in love with is driven away, killed, and/or stays far far away from Blake. Benefits of joining, include, free dental and health care per fight with Blake's current lover, a Blake pillow, a custom jacket, a grimm mask, and free life time supply of cat themed cookies. Please send a reply with your answer or come to one of the meetings held every Tuesday and Thursday at 8pm. Sincerely, Adam Taurus. Ps Ilia apologizes for shooting you. But not really." * Yang Finish with an expression that could only be expressed with,* What. The actually. Fuck?
  • Sun: Hahahahaha! What do you think Yang Blake? Should I join? Hehehehe, They have free cookies.
  • Blake: Sun, This isn't funny! *Blake Glared as Yang chuckled shaking her head.*
  • Yang: Hehe, It's a little funny. Though I had no idea Adam was a Scott Pilgrim vs the world fan. OH MY GOD! Does Adam wear glasses!? Is his real name Gideon Graves? Tell me he happen the same hair cut as gideon when you dated?
  • Sun: AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Gideon Taurus! Master of Blake's evil exs HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Sun Laughed before falling out of the tree while Yang joined in.*
  • Blake: Siiiiiigh, Yang You are lucky I love you and Sun you are lucky you're my best friend.
  • Yang: Aw Cheer up Ramona Belladonna. I'll fight all your exs to date you. *Yang teased, giving Blake a peck on the cat ear.*
ML Fanfic Appreciation Week Day 4 - Angst

Honestly, I don’t read as much angst as I thought. But when I do, it is sooo good. I shall dedicate this day to one of my favorite fics, called Fractal, by the awesome @australet789. This fic gave me so many feels, like you have no idea. I weep for both Adrien and Plagg in this one. Hope you enjoy it!

(For reference, it takes place in Chapter 2, before Adrien wakes up to go to school)

Fractal (fanfic of a fanfic)

Chat Noir was running on the rooftops of Paris. He didn’t remember exactly why, he just knew that he had to run. He was running from something. Or was it someone?

“Chat!” someone—a girl—called behind him. He was sure the voice was familiar, but couldn’t place it at the moment.

“Chat!” she called again. It had to be important. Why couldn’t he stop then? Or could he?

Another ledge came, but instead of jumping, he stopped to catch his breath. His breathing felt… different for some reason.

The girl behind him gasped.

The boy turned on his heels to see Ladybug, eyes wide and hands over her mouth. Chat Noir’s brows furrowed.

“What is it?” he asked. But she took a step back. He looked around, trying to figure out the problem.

There was suddenly a large window next to him. Odd.

He couldn’t see anything inside. Only his reflection. Except it wasn’t him.

“WHAT THE—!” Chat Noir jumped back, and so did the thing pretending to be his reflection.

Instead of the dashing, leather-clad hero, there was what he could only describe as an abomination. A creature that had the shape of a cat-person fused with Venom. His nose was gone. His mouth was large and filled with big, fanged teeth. His suit looked more like a second skin. And there was no sign of his normal, human features.

He turned back to Ladybug, panicked, but she was not longer there. Instead, Marinette took her place. But she didn’t look scared.

“Don’t look at me.” He shut his eyes, turning his head away. Maybe she would run, like any sane human being. Yet instead, he felt a hand caress his deformed face.

“We’ll fix this, kitty,” she whispered. He slowly opened his eyes, to see that Marinette was still there. “It’ll be okay.”

Something inside him broke. This was not right. None of this was right. What was going on? What happened to his body? What happened to Plagg?!

“Adrien,” another voice called, this time from behind Marinette. Chat Noir stepped to the side to find Plagg, floating in the air.

Except he didn’t look much like himself.

He, too, had fangs replacing his lips. What was more, he looked like he was… melting. Black ooze was dripping from his tiny body, but the kwami didn’t seem to pay mind.

“The clock has started ticking,” he said.

Clock? What clock?

It wasn’t until that moment that he realized the sky had become dark. Too dark. Pitch black. He looked back down to see Marinette’s expression had changed, and was now just as scared as Ladybug.


A black tear trailed down her cheek.

“CHAT!” she yelled as she jumped in his arms.

Adrien’s eyes opened in a start.

He took a large breath, but immediately regretted it. His body was completely sore.

Why am I so sore? What happened? What was that all about?

But exhaustion won over, making his eyes droop again. That was, until a slight movement in his hands jolted him awake.

The dream was long forgotten.