chat noir will
drape himself over ladybug’s lap during the downtime on their nightly patrols and
moan about how awful plagg is just for some head scratches from ladybug (let’s
be honest, plagg taught the kitty well; complain and receive cheese/ladybug)
they once spent
an afternoon atop the notre dame after an akuma attack critiquing civilian’s
fashion choices. both learned that their partner has excellent taste in fashion.
ladybug: “oh my
god is that a man bun? those things should be burned.”
chat noir: “who
the hell wears crocs anymore? they look like shit, and they make your feel
smell. god, shoes have three deciding factors: quality, price, and style. crocs
have the rare combination of being expensive, poor quality, and being ugly. it’s
quite a feat for one shoe to suck this much. i will judge anyone who wears crocs.”
ladybug uses chat noir as a mannequin to measure some of her designs during their downtime.
frequent arguments over akuma names because some are too stupid to say aloud. ladybug
believes in creativity and free will and vows to let the akumas keep the names
they declare themselves with. chat noir files petitions to change many of them
because he absolutely refuses to admit he nearly got beat by a Mr. Pigeon.
if ladybug and
chat noir are literally anywhere
together outside in public without an akuma, someone’ll always ask, “are you
two together? are you on a date?”. chat has to hold ladybug back from
stakeouts, chat noir sings “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” and has gotten to 1
before, even though it usually ends up with him getting pitched off a roof.
morning, there was an akuma battle, and chat noir learned that ladybug has bad
bed head. he makes sure to keep a comb in his pocket now at all times for
whenever there’s an early battle, and ladybug doesn’t have time to fix her hair
before going to school. she doesn’t say it, but she’s really thankful. (also
really jealous because tikki, pockets,
give me pockets, god fucking damn it)
one time there
was a mermaid akuma in the seine and chat noir fell in the water and revealed
he couldn’t swim. ladybug saved him and made him take swimming lessons. nothing
beats coming to sunday morning swimming lessons and finding one of paris’s
famous superheros with floaties and a kick board.
you can bet your
ass that ladybug constantly makes “a cat to water” jokes every second she can.
ladybug keeps a
tally of how many puns chat noir makes. his gets to 162 in one night before she
sets a limit of 10 puns per day. he breaks it all the time and has to wear the
Collar of Shame™ for the rest of the day, which is black collar with a huge
pink bow. (ladybug thinks he secretly likes it).
actually hates ladybug’s puns and buys her the “Punning for Dummies” book for Christmas.
she gets him “31
Ways Not To Be A Douchebag”.
actually know how to use a real yo-yo. chat noir laughs for two weeks.
ladybug and chat
noir regularly attend movies as themselves because no one really knows why the
superheroes are going to the movies, but it probably means there’s an akuma or
something equally bad so let’s just not
go. it just means they get the best seats every time.
they’re really tired and stressed out, and ladybug is being bossy and chat noir
is fed up with hearing it, he’ll say, “okay, deborah” which causes her to pitch him off the eiffel tower.
chat noir can
never get into a hammock. he always flips over every time he tries to get on
one time ladybug
flubbed a back handspring, and the news stations got it live. chat noir plays
it on repeat for a week.
When Styles returned to L.A., an idea landed. The idea was: Get out of Dodge. Styles called his manager, Jeffrey Azoff, and explained he wanted to finish the album outside London or L.A., a place where the band could focus and coalesce. Four days after returning from the movie, they were on their way to Port Antonio on Jamaica’s remote north coast. At Geejam, Styles and his entire band were able to live together, turning the studio compound into something like a Caribbean version of Big Pink. They occupied a two-story villa filled with instruments, hung out at the tree-house-like Bush Bar, and had access to the gorgeous studio on-site. Many mornings began with a swim in the deserted cove just down the hill. Life in Jamaica was 10 percent beach party and 90 percent musical expedition. It was the perfect rite of passage for a musician looking to explode the past and launch a future. The anxiety of what’s next slipped away. Layers of feeling emerged that had never made it past One Direction’s group songwriting sessions, often with pop craftsmen who polished the songs after Styles had left.
Hi! I've wanted to see the Superfriends+grumpy space dad on the beach or something else vacation-y, so I thought you might be able to do something with it.
Maggie’s used to waking up alone.
It used to be because even when they would stay the night,
they’d slip out in the morning.
Now, it’s because Alex Danvers likes her morning runs. A
Maggie prefers her heavy bag, and her sleep, so she’s
perpetually in charge of breakfast and coffee.
And that works just perfectly for her.
But today, she doesn’t just pad out of the bedroom and find
herself in the living room.
Today, she finds herself in the house Alex grew up in, in
Midvale, and she smiles as she tip toes downstairs, taking her time to gaze at
pictures of Alex and Kara in various stages of adolescence, her heart swelling
with each moment.
She sneaks past James and Winn sprawled out in the living
room, Winn wrapped in blankets upon blankets on the floor, limbs all akimbo,
James taking up less space, arms above his head, breathing slowly on the couch.
She loves that Eliza and Jeremiah invited them all to
Midvale to get away, to crash together at a beach house without having to shell
out a half a month’s worth of rent, after their latest, decisive, victory
against Cadmus. They certainly all needed it.
Maggie knows that of course she was invited – she’s Alex’s
girlfriend, she was instrumental in rescuing Jeremiah, of course she was
invited – but she can’t quiet get over the feeling of shock, the feeling of
awe, that Kara and the other Superfriends seem to feel like she actually belongs.
That she’s in the house her girlfriend grew up in and her parents aren’t
threatening to run her out of town and back to wherever she came from for
corrupting her daughter.
Quite the opposite; two of Alex’s parents are sitting
quietly in the kitchen together, Jeremiah’s hand on Eliza’s, drinking coffee in
whispers so as not to disturb their girls’ friends in the living room, and
seemingly utterly unsurprised to see Maggie up so early, to see Maggie’s hair
tousled like she’d had sex with their daughter in their daughter’s childhood
bed – because oh, she did – to see Maggie in their house as part of
something natural, as part of something good, as part of something right.
“Sorry to intrude, I didn’t think anyone would be up – ”
Maggie whispers, and Jeremiah shakes his head at her and taps the kitchen’s bar
stool next to him.
“When Alex was a girl, she’d wake up every morning to go
surfing. She’d be quiet and considerate – too considerate, always, that girl –
” He smiles broadly, fondly, gratefully, when he sees Maggie nodding
emphatically in agreement – “but I always knew, and I could never sleep while
she was out there. She’s excellent, of course, I just…”
Maggie thinks about every time Alex goes into the field
without her, and she nods.
“I know what you mean.”
Jeremiah smiles and Eliza sips at her coffee with her eyes
glued to Maggie’s face, and Jeremiah shrugs. “The water’s too calm for her to
get any good waves this morning, so she’ll be swimming. But still – I guess a
decade of being locked away by Cadmus doesn’t kill all the old habits, huh?”
There’s a pattering of feet upstairs and Jeremiah chuckles.
“Well, the boys are about to get a rude awakening. Kara’s
Maggie grins and Eliza sighs affectionately and sure enough,
faster than humanly possible, Kara is downstairs and Winn is yelping and James
is groaning and Jeremiah and Maggie are laughing because Kara is come on
come on come on time to meet Alex on the beach, the beach, when do we get to go
to the beach all together like this, and J’onn’s gonna meet us soon, come on
“Yeah, the beach is great, Kara, but when do we get to sleep?”
Winn wants to know, yanking the blankets back over his head, but James leans
down and rips them off, knowing it’s better to surrender than try to fight,
because when Supergirl is determined, she gets her way; even moreso, Kara
“Alright, alright! I’m up! It – Maggie, why are you already
up? You’re making us look bad!”
“I think your bed hair’s already doing that for you,
Schott.” Winn groans and his hand flies to his hair. “No, I’m joking, it’s
The banter and the teasing and the laughter and the sweet relief
of just being together and not strapped into armor, lives about to be
taken away at any moment, echoes throughout the house as Maggie slips into a
bikini under one of Alex’s t-shirts and basketball shorts, as Winn slathers
himself in sunscreen and Kara bounds through the house checking on everyone
because are you ready yet are you ready yet are you ready yet.
When finally, everyone is, Kara squeals and leads the
Superfriends – Jeremiah and Eliza elect to let the kids have their fun –
way down to the beach, waving her arms wildly above her head and shouting to
the figure way out in the water. “Alex! Alex! Alexxxxx!!!!”
Alex pauses and waves and does something with her hand that
Maggie can’t see, but Kara can, of course. “She’s got five more lengths to go,
she’ll be in soon,” she translates, and Maggie smiles at her girlfriend’s
consistency, her girlfriend’s sheer power.
J’onn joins them as Alex is starting to swim back to shore,
and he hugs Kara and covers Maggie’s bare shoulder with his hand, and Maggie
beams, still unused to the growing fatherly affection from the man, but loving
“Nice shades, sir,” she tells him, and he gives her a rare
“I quite like yours as well, Detective Sawyer.”
“What about me, J’onn? Do you like mine?”
“Mr. Schott, your sunglasses are no doubt calculated to make
you look sophisticated and cool, which you might have been able to pull off if
your swim trunks weren’t emblazoned with the crest of the House of El.”
James snorts and Maggie tries to hold down a chuckle. Winn
brandishes the plastic shovel he’d brought to help him build the perfect
sandcastle and splutters. “Well hey, listen, I’ll have you know that these
shorts were super popular – ”
“In the sixth grade. Before your best friend was Supergirl.”
“Hey, Guardian, did anyone ask your opinion? Mr. Look
at My Six Pack I’m So Cool I Don’t Even Need to – to – hey! Wow!”
Everyone turns to follow Winn’s gaze, and Maggie’s jaw drops
and her knees go weak, because Alex is striding out of the water, body
dripping, hair tossed just so, black bikini highlighting all the right things,
a small, cocky grin on her face.
James whistles and Kara whoops and J’onn grins and Maggie
just can’t speak, because Maggie’s whipping off her sunglasses to get a better view and Maggie’s brain is short-circuiting.
“Hot damn, Danvers!” Winn shouts, and then his eyes grow
wide with giddy excitement. “Hot Damnvers!”
James laughs and Kara groans and J’onn chuckles and Maggie
gulps and Maggie wets her lips and tries to remember that little thing called
breathing, because water droplets are dripping down Alex’s nearly naked body,
and her eyes are fixed, only, on Maggie.
“I don’t care that my sister’s the one with the superpowers,
I will personally throw you into space if you say that again, Schott,” Alex
calls as she strides closer, and Maggie thinks she should try to speak, try to
do something other than stare, other than let her jaw rest in the sand.
She inclines her head toward J’onn, not taking her eyes off
Alex. “I um… your Earth daughter’s very… um… very beautiful, Director Henshaw.”
“Yeah, I’m sure beautiful was the word you were looking for,
Sawyer,” James teases, and J’onn laughs.
“I’m sure you’re right, Mr. Olsen, but at least Detective
Sawyer was raised with some level of decorum.”
“Yeah, you should’ve heard the sounds coming from Alex’s
room last night, decorum my – ”
But Alex has reached them, now, and Alex is smacking Winn
upside the head, and Winn is flinching and everyone is laughing and Alex is
putting her hands on Maggie’s bare hips.
“See something you like, Sawyer?”
“Good god, Agent Danvers, can you not wait until I’ve had
the chance to absent myself before you – you – ”
Everyone, even Alex, turns to J’onn, waiting for his
wording, shocked because he’s never spluttered before.
“Seduces her girlfriend right in front of you?”
“Makes sweet love to her right here on the sand?”
“Right in front of her childhood home?”
“Because really, what else is vacation for if not to abandon
your friends and bang your girlfriend?”
“I’m right here guys.”
“No one’s abandoning anyone, I can just take her right here
right now, yall can stay or leave, I’m not particular, but it’s your call – ”
“Oh, yeah, real nice decorum, Sawyer – ”
“Lalalalala, I am not hearing any of this!”
“Good god, if this is why there were no beaches on Mars, I am eternally grateful.”
Commission by @sexuallyfrustratedshark for my silly RP. I realized I never posted it on Tumblr and it’s too lovely to not be fully shared! Everything about it is perfect. The preview is kind of blurry so please click the image to see it in all its glory!
For context, Rin and Haruka have been transformed into monsters. This is Rin giving Haruka a promise ring on Christmas morning while swimming in their rainbow pool. I’m so happy Ini managed to capture every detail perfectly. <3
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” // assassin!taehyung
Taehyung was a man of his word and you were well acquainted with it. He would assure you that if you ever needed anything, don’t hesitate to come to him - even if he’s not in by your side at two in the morning where insomnia swims in your mind, cradling you in the glow of the night.
In this case, you’re pushing aside your selflessness as you leave the blanket on the bed to pad your feet on the floor. Carefully, you make your way out of the bedroom and linger by the empty corridor for a couple of seconds before you decide to head towards the door beside you. With a hand lifted up, fist ready to knock on mahogany, the same characteristic of being unselfish puts the same hand down to your side.
Turning around to head back into the room where you battle to sleep, the faint voice of come in, surprises you and even more when you find your voice to gasp. Refusing to budge, you try to take a step to go where you came from but the cooing of your name just as you release a breath directs you to open the doorknob to Taehyung’s workroom.
Poking your head past the gap, you see him on his chair, smiling when your eyes meet.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you step in and nudge the door to a shut with both hands finding its way behind your back. He motions you over and you follow his gaze to shorten the distance between until you’re within reach. He breaks out to a grin and puts his arms around you, one you’ve truly missed and he lets you feel his smile on your neck as you settle down on his lap. His lips plants a kiss before he murmurs over the spot he’s kissed, “What’re you doing up?”
Fiddling your thumbs behind his neck, you shrug, “I couldn’t sleep…”
“How about I make you something to drink and we’ll just… talk. Maybe it’ll help clear your mind,”
You’re reluctant to give in, looking over your shoulder to the amount of workload he has enough to weigh him down for weeks. Folders and profiles he’s yet to study, scheduled meetings with the rest of his clients and comrades (he prefers to stay away from the term ‘assassin mates’ or whatever the hell Jungkook tries to pull up in mocking what they do like, as if killing ninjas wasn’t bad enough). Your eyes scan through his weapons yet left to prep and the spot of a clear giveaway he had been napping on the table so great, now you feel twice as bad interrupting his sleep just by - “Y/N,”
“Hm?” You tear away your observation to hazel eyes warming you up with love, squeezing you with adoration.
“Let’s go to the kitchen, hm?”
He doesn’t even wait for your response, already heaving you up on him and as he makes his way out you’re staring at his messy (organized mess, he calls it) desk with hands clutching onto his shoulders, “But Tae-”
“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway… or do my work knowing you couldn’t sleep,”
He sets you down on the counter, the same time you huff at him, “How do you always know?”