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ikeuverse · 23 days

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SLOW DOWN — s.jaeyun

PAIRING: illegal!jake x fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, fluff WC: 2.8k+

WARNINGS: swearing, weapons, knives, blood, illegal things in general (drugs, racing, alcohol). smut will be added in the next chapters, physical and verbal fights.

NOTES: i was listening to the song by chase atlantic, which is the title of this fic, and this scenario with jake just popped into my head. i wrote this part as a taste of what's probably to come. i hope to continue writing it, but first, i want to know what you, my readers, think of it since it's something i like to write about (mafia and all) and with jake being my utt i honestly felt my mind expand. tell me if i should continue or just delete it, please. i hope you like it!

CHAPTERS: prologue | chapter one | [...]

TAGLIST: i've never done this, but lmk if you want to be tagged — mentions in the first chapter (already in the link above)

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a synopsis (too long to be a synopsis) below the cut. read it and tell me what you think, please. or just an idea, idk if i'll go through with it

The smooth taste of the cherry liqueur you were drinking was enough to relax your whole body. Smiling slightly at your best friend Chloe, chatting about trivial things in life. She was the one person in your cycle who made everything seem a little more normal.

Chloe was responsible for making you forget that you were part of a mafia family and that everything around you was linked to guns, blood, illegal things, and dirty money. She disconnected you from that world where you were there out of obligation.

"We need to go out sometime" Chloe finished off the liquor in her glass, lifting her body to pick up the bottle and refill it "How about the new nightclub that opened in the next town?"

You thanked your friend when she also wanted to refill her glass, letting the liquor run halfway down and then drinking a little more.

"I guess we could do that" you replied, thinking of ways to try to convince your father not to send a bouncer for you and her. It was unnecessary, but it was also a wasted conversation knowing that he would only let the two of you go out on that condition.

Luckily, your best friend had already gotten used to it, not least because living with you since elementary school had brought her all this knowledge little by little. You were immensely grateful that she didn't abandon you once she knew the whole truth, which is why Chloe has remained your best friend to this day.

"Then we can go to a convenience store and get some ice cream to try while we're still drunk."

The genuine laughter you two shared was the fuel you needed whenever something was heavy in the house. You had to call Chloe if only to stay in your room, in the office assigned to you, or anywhere in the house after hearing men walking around, your father fighting with someone or running around which – unfortunately – you witnessed every time.

It was exhausting. You also knew that there was no point in trying to run away or asking your father to disown you. He wouldn't be able to do you any harm, but he would probably keep you isolated, trapped in some lake house he had as a hiding place, and get you out when you thought better of it. If you could think about living a normal life or continuing your family's mafia.

"Knock, knock" the sound of the door knocking combined with the voice that imitated it brought you out of your thoughts and straight to where you needed to be.

Heeseung's smile was infectious, you always smiled when you saw your best friend. But not when he walked in with his head down wherever you were, his clothes covered in blood and his hands behind his back.

"What the fuck happened now?" you sighed loudly enough, dropping your glass of liquor on the coffee table between you and Chloe.

"Hi to you too, y/n" he finally raised his head, smiling at you again after looking away to his best friend "Hi, babe."

"Heeseung" Chloe raised her glass as a silent toast, ignoring the fact that the nickname she knew was only meant to annoy her. You'd make fun of the two of them if it weren't for your best friend's current situation.

"Where does all this blood come from?" you stood up from your chair "What the fuck have you all done now?"

Hesseung wiped the remnants of blood from his hands on his T-shirt, sighing in the process as he thought about what to say to you.

He was nervous. Lee Heeseung was visibly nervous and you knew that was almost impossible to happen. Come on, the guy in front of you who you called your best friend was one of your father's best illegal racing drivers, he'd been through so much shit on the track, how could talking to you be so bad? That only happened when...

"We need your help" he said at last, biting his lower lip to stop himself from shaking in the process. The boy's eyes searched for yours and, as soon as they were found, he let out "Jake's hurt..."

You froze at that moment, completely shutting out Heeseung's voice as he passed on the information. Chloe noticed, so she listened carefully in case you asked her later what had happened.

Jake's name together with the hurt, adding the blood that was on Heeseung... It all came together in one way and made you follow him wherever your best friend was going.

It was these moments that pulled you back into the life you had, reminding you that your family was part of the mafia and that you, consequently, were part of it too. The most obvious condition your father found to keep you in the business was that you did something that could link you to the surname for the rest of your life. Not as a bastard, because he wouldn't let you walk away easily.

So the only way was to get a degree in nursing, study medicine, and anything else that involved taking care of the wounds of the men who worked for your father. If you were constantly injured, shot, stabbed, or anything too suspicious, the hospital would surely call the police, and a big interrogation would begin. Your father wanted to avoid all this, so getting you involved at least on the good side made you feel less bad about it.

"Finally" Sunoo almost shouted with happiness as you turned the corner of the corridor behind Heeseung, along with Chloe by your side who kept an eye out in case you fainted from being so nervous.

They all looked the same as Heeseung, which made you wonder if Jake had lost a lot of blood or if it had gotten really bad.

"What happened?" you asked again.

"We went to accompany some of your father's men" Jay was the only one sitting down, his elbows resting on his knees. Taking his head between his hands, which were the same as Heeseung's, he looked at you "They set up an ambush, we had to defend ourselves."

You hung up again while Jay continued talking, relaying events to Chloe, who seemed almost like your private secretary.

Your eyes searched for Heeseung and he just nodded at you, then nodded towards the door opposite where Jay was sitting. That's where Jake was. And that's where your father kept a private infirmary, which you affectionately called his workroom.

Opening the door, two of your father's men were standing next to the gurney where Jake's body lay. You didn't look too far in his direction and just approached the sink to tie up your hair and sanitize your hands. Without realizing how much you were shaking at the thought of the worst, especially with Jake.

Why did you feel that way just hearing his name?

Get over it. Forget it.

The voice screamed in your mind as you turned to walk to the stretcher and join the men.

"Jake, dude" Heeseung called "She's here."

A brief moment of silence before Jake's eyes opened, looking at each of the men until they stopped on you. A faint smile on his dry, opaque lips, his eyes squinted.

"My private doctor" he forced a laugh, groaning in pain and placing his hand on his abdomen.

That's when you realized, the blood was coming from there. A cut that tore through Jake's T-shirt, piercing the skin. You couldn't tell how serious the problem was because it all looked like a big mess.

"Let's leave you two alone" Heeseung rested one hand on the side of Jake's head "Don't scare us anymore, your motherfucker" he slapped his friend on the back, turning to you "We'll be at the end of the corridor if you need anything."

You couldn't answer, only nod as Heeseung took the other two with him, leaving you and Jake alone in your room.

"I..." you sighed, closing your eyes and pushing away any thoughts as you went back to looking at the wound in front of you "I need you to take off your shirt, I have to clean it."

Without looking Jake in the eye, you grabbed his hands to help him sit up enough to take off his shirt. Turning to get the products you needed to use and clean it, would give Jake time to remove the shirt that was getting in the way of the whole process.

He, for his part, felt every discomfort and pain coursing through his body as he moved his arm to take off the shirt that had already been lost the moment they tore the material with that knife. That damn knife that had left him like that.

Throwing the shirt anywhere on the floor, Jake sat waiting for you to turn towards him and, as soon as you did, he could see your shocked expression.

"What?" he looked at his own body, then looked in your direction "It's nothing you haven't already seen, touched, kissed..."

"Shut up, Jaeyun!" you wanted to convince yourself that all the burning in your face was from anger at the words you were hearing, and not because you felt embarrassed about it. Why did he have to talk such nonsense?

You didn't have to ask him to lie down, Jake got the message as soon as you got near the stretcher with the absorbent cotton and saline solution. He inhaled a good amount of air and held his breath while you cleaned his wound. It didn't sting like the other times, but he could feel his skin burning with the touch of your fingers on it.

Jake could have sworn he'd burn up if you continued with all that delicacy on him.

"It wasn't deep" your voice caused him to let out a breath, groaning in pain as a little pressure was applied to a spot on the wound "I'd venture to say you moved away quickly enough before plunged the knife into your abdomen."

"You know I'm fast, don't you?" Jake was a fucking idiot with his double entendres, you knew it was pure provocation "Why did I bleed so much?"

Thank God he changed the subject, or you'd have opened that cut yourself.

"Because it cut through the epidermis, it just missed the dermis. That would have been a bit worse and I don't think I'd have brought you here."

"I'm glad they did" for the first time since Jake and you were alone in that room, you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Something that rarely happened.

Your eyes went up from the cut to Jake's face, seeing that he was already staring at you. Without saying much, you concentrated on making the dressing as comfortable as possible so that he could feel more comfortable as he left the room.

As you wrapped the bandages around his torso, his voice echoed in your mind like a relentless demon. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen, touched, kissed... Enjoyed every time he found himself in your room. In your bed.

The thought of a time when you and Jake were together was the last thing you wanted to think about. It had been a long time and that couldn't be part of your thoughts, even if it was sabotage because every day, all the time you looked at him, your mind wandered to the exact moment you two kissed for the first time.

Or how he held you for the first time and every touch on your skin made you boil.

"Thinking of me?" his voice was so vivid that you had forgotten you were still in his presence, with your hands resting on Jake's chest and the bandage already finished.

Sniffling, you straightened up and turned away from him, gathering up the remnants of the things you'd used so you could throw them in the garbage can.

He said nothing, getting up from the stretcher with some difficulty while still looking at you.

It was a lose-lose situation to do that, but Jake simply couldn't let the opportunity he was having slip away. So he walked towards you slowly, as best he could because he could still feel the wound pulling at his abdomen. He got close enough as soon as you turned to face him, a thin scream bursting from your lips from the fright, but soon calming down when you found his eyes resting fixedly on yours.

"Y/n" he whispered.

"Jaeyun, don't..."

"Listen to me, please" the request sounded more like a plea, and you lost count of how many times Jake did it, but he could never finish because you always ran away.

And you wanted to run away again.

"What do you want?" you asked, almost regretting it when he answered, unashamedly.

"You back to me."

He had to be a talker. Jake needed to have that idiotic power over you with anything he said. It was extremely unfair that someone had been born and put into your life just to leave you speechless and steal your heart.

Your sigh was a silent answer that he could come a little closer, and with slow steps, Jake did. Just enough so that he could lean his body against yours only as far as his bruise didn't make contact.

Jake's hand quickly reached for your cheek, forming a shell between it and your face to hold close enough to his.

"Please, I need you back" Jake leaned his forehead against yours, his warm breath beating against your cheek.

Your hands were trembling as one of them touched his arm, while the other went carefully to the opposite side where Jake was hurt. The touches kept his balance and kept him close too.

"Then answer me" your voice was at the same pitch as his, avoiding any louder sounds that might scatter the two of you.

Jake knew what you meant, he was fully aware of it. He'd been asked that question so many times, that's why he knew he wasn't in your life as your boyfriend.

"Y/n, you know I can't..." he began.

"Me or these dangerously idiotic missions of my father's?"

Jake closed his eyes, pressing his forehead a little closer to yours.

"Y/n..."

"You can choose to race with Heeseung, stay in tech with Niki" your voice began to choke and Jake felt that it was hurting more than the cut on his abdomen. He knew it was all his fault.

"But it gives me a lot more money, and..." he sighed, looking straight into your eyes "You know what I'm putting any money towards. Please..."

"Is it money? For God's sake, Jaeyun, I can help you..."

"No!" Jake said sternly, but not rude enough to scare you. He'd never managed to be rude to you since he first met you "I can't accept it. That's my problem and—"

"I thought your problems were mine too."

That phrase was strangely familiar. Jake knew he'd heard it somewhere before, he just couldn't think where when you turned away from him at the same second as the knocks on the living room door were heard. Making you both step back.

"Mr. Jaeyun? Miss y/n?" one of your father's security guards had his head between the doors, looking in your direction. You waved so that he could enter "The rest of the guys are waiting for news, if you could…"

"Of course" you smiled at him, thanking him not only for the information but for the interruption because you knew that another argument was probably on the way "Come on, we need to go."

"Y/n, I—"

"The guys need an update from you" without going any further, you turned away from Jake and waited for him to get ready to leave the room.

You knew it was bad to do this anyway, but there was no escaping it. Being tied up with your family's affairs meant moments like this, but they weren't all bad. Taking care of the people who worked for your family was just a way of saying thank you for them – unfortunately – risking their lives.

But when it came to Sim Jaeyun, you knew that everything was intense. Even more so as the whole story of the two of you played through your mind like a movie on repeat.

All the times you and he had been together, all the moments the two of you had shared until the final fight.

Which Jake was trying, at all costs, to reverse. Because it was as he had told you a few minutes ago, he wanted you back. You just didn't know what Jake was capable of.

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massivedrickhead · 2 months

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Are you still taking the concern prompts? How about, "what are you afraid of?" I love to see your stories here 🩵

I feel like I've almost defintely written this fic before, or at least something very similar, but this is what came out when I started writing this prompt.

Thank you for sending this, I hope you like it!

20. “What are you afraid of?”

Prompt taken from here.

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“What are you afraid of exactly?”

Beca shrugged. “I mean, spiders freak me out.”

Chloe closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose. “Can you not be a smart-ass right now?”

“Sorry,” Beca said.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Chloe asked. “Why is it every time I get close to you, every time I feel like we’re getting somewhere, your walls come up? What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beca said, knowing exactly what Chloe was talking about.

It had been a running theme in Beca’s life.

She’d meet someone, form a tentative friendship, then allow herself to open up just enough for them to get a glimpse of the real her, only for her to end up being left alone again.

Eventually, she just stopped trying. She built up her defences too high, the walls too thick. Not only had she lost the key that would allow her to open up, she couldn’t even remember where the door was.

She didn’t know how to let Chloe in, even if she wanted to.

“Beca.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair.

“I want you to tell me what you’re thinking,” Chloe said. “I want to know why you’re always keeping me at arm’s length.”

Beca swallowed and clenched her jaw, but she didn’t say anything.

“It’s fine,” Chloe said, with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna go, I guess I’ll see you at rehearsals.”

Say something, Beca’s mind screamed at her. Say anything.

But Beca didn’t. She couldn’t.

She didn’t know how.

It was hours later when Chloe was disturbed from her studying by her apartment buzzer.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Aubrey asked, looking up from her own textbook.

“No,” Chloe said, checking to see if she’d had any missed calls or texts.

The buzzer went off again and Chloe put down her book and walked over to the intercom.

“Who is it?” Chloe asked.

There was a pause.

“It’s Beca,” was the response.

Chloe frowned. “It’s like 11 pm, is everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah I, um, I just wanted to talk to you,” Beca said. “Sorry, I should have text or something. This was a bad idea, I’m gonna go.”

“No,” Chloe said quickly into the intercom. “No, I’m buzzing you up.”

She pressed the button to unlock the door and then spent the next few minutes anxiously pacing.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Aubrey said, packing up her stuff. “I should have known it was her fault that you’ve been in a weird mood all night.”

Before Chloe could argue, Aubrey had retreated to her room, and Beca knocked on the apartment door.

“Hey,” Chloe said, opening it and standing aside so Beca could enter. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry for just turning up,” Beca said, wringing her hands as she crossed the threshold into Chloe’s apartment. “I just… I don’t like how I left things with us earlier, and I always come across too blunt in texts and-”

“Bec, it’s okay,” Chloe said, frowning as she watched Beca begin pacing. She’d never seen Beca like this before. She’d never seen her look anything other than calm, or composed, or occasionally disinterested. Aside from the incident in the shower, she’d never seen Beca look flustered like this. “Take a breath.”

She did, a shaky hand coming up to run through her hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Chloe said. “I’m glad you’re here, I don’t like how we left things either.”

“It’s just, the thing is, I’m not… I’m not good at this. The whole friendship thing. I try and be, you know, open and shit but it always ends up blowing up in my face. I’m always… When I finally allow myself to open up a little, they always leave. I always end up on my own again, and eventually, I just figured why bother, you know? And now… Now I don’t even know how to do it anymore. It’s like my whole brain shuts down and I lose the ability to speak. I don’t know how to open up anymore, and I’m afraid that if I don’t figure it out I’m going to lose you. And I’m afraid that if I do figure it out, I’m going to lose you.” Beca cleared her throat, suddenly terrified that she was about to cry. “You asked what I’m afraid of, and it’s that. I’m afraid I’m going to lose you, the same way I’ve lost everyone else.”

Chloe gave her a soft smile. “You aren’t going to lose me,” she said.

“That’s what everyone says,” Beca said.

“I’m not everyone,” Chloe countered.

“No,” Beca said. “You definitely aren’t. And that’s a good thing,” she added.

“I know,” Chloe said, her lips curling into a smirk. “So trust me when I say that you aren’t going to scare me off by letting me see the real you. In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t scare easy.”

“I had noticed.”

“And can I tell you something else?” Chloe asked, her hands resting on Beca’s shoulders before moving down to rub up and down her arms. “You’ve just done it. You’ve just opened up and shared something with me, and now I know you a little better.”

“Oh,” Beca said, “I guess I did.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you,” Chloe said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just needed to know that this wasn’t all one-sided.”

“It isn’t,” Beca said. “And I’m sorry I made you think that.”

Chloe shook her head to let her know it was fine. “I’m glad you came over,” she said. “And I’m glad you shared all that with me.”

“I want to be able to share more,” Beca said. “Be more open, but it might take me some time.”

“That’s okay,” Chloe said. “I can be patient.” Beca raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I suck at being patient, but I can do it for you.”

Beca smiled and felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. “Thank you.” They shared a quick hug before Beca tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Chloe said. “Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?”

“You don’t need to walk me back,” Beca said.

“You can’t go on your own.”

“If you walked me back, who would walk you back?” Beca countered. “I can order an Uber or something if it makes you feel better.”

“Or you could stay?” Chloe asked, knowing she might be pushing it a bit. “We could watch a movie or a show or something. I have a double bed. Or a comfy sofa if you’d rather sleep on that. No pressure.”

If anyone else had asked her this, Beca would have said no. How many times had Jesse hounded her about hanging out in his dorm to watch movies with him?

But Beca was surprised to find the idea of watching movies with Chloe was actually appealing. Surprised even more when the thought of sharing a bed with her didn’t fill her full of abject terror, but quite the opposite.

“Okay,” Beca said.

Chloe beamed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Beca said.

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ulquichaan · 24 days

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Miraculous Ladybug - my thoughts.

Hello!

It's been a while, I know. But I come back to rant yet again! I'm sorry for any mistakes in advance - its 2am and the thoughts won't let me sleep so I have to get them out there somewhere. If you don't want to waste your time - skip it. If you actually want to read it, I'll have a cookie waiting for you at the end of this. :3

My journey with MLB.

Miraculous was that one show that I got to know about through a parody of it on polish yt channel called Surreactor. I didn't know what it was about but it looked interesting and that was a point in time when season 3 was just starting to come out. Sooo, as the curious child I was - I gave it a go. And it captured me very easily.

At first all I wanted is for Adrien and Mari to finally get together. I never had big thoughts about it. Then I got bored between new episodes and just... forgot about it.

After some time however I came back to it. It was somewhere around 4th season airing. I returned to it, watched it all over again and it captured me yet again. I completely fell in love with Adrien as character and started to read loads of fanfiction about the two main heroes. I got invested, started to draw the characters in different settings and what not. I started even posting here on tumblr the rants that blew out about Adrien and about Black Cat holders as a whole just because I was frustrated on how little love he got or that I couldn't find any theories that would make sense.

I made new friend, started to plan stories more than I did before, returned to RP with my old friend through messenger and more.

It was a blow of creativity of mine at that time. You maybe you know of "Sky Is The Limit"? That was the point for me where I had so many ideas that I had to do something with at least one of them. Talking about an overload, right?

Season 4 finale - the best finale in this show in my honest opinion. Though I am based so who cares.

The point is - I deeply fell in love with this fandom for the most part.

And then... season 5 happened.

At first I was hooked. Really. I felt that it was going in the right direction and I even wanted to watch it later so I could see it in order.

Oh boy, did I get disappointed. Very disappointed.

I was never a Senti-Adrien fan, let's be real. But the execution? Even worse.

The finale? The fight yea, fun. But why cut out Adrien out of it???

Chloe as mayor? ARE YOU FOR FUCKING REAL? It's losing braincells more and more.

And I know the plot armor was always evident in this show and all.... but i feel like it was knocked up 10 times or more in season 5 to the point it could beat Game of Thrones seasons 7 and 8. (Yeah, I know what should compare two shows where one is fenomenal and the other has always been trash, but you can't argue with me that seasons 7 and 8 weren't rushed and had very poor execution)

To say that I was angry is an understatement. I HATED season 5 with every fiber of my existence. I still do, but I'm far more calm about it than I was originally. Believe it or not.

I saw all the drama in the fandom. When people complained about the show and other people came in to defend it. And I have to say - I can see where both sides are coming from.

To the people who enjoy it, all of it - I'm glad you do! I really am!

However.

I can clearly see where the hate is coming from and anytime I saw a valid critique I couldn't help but agree with it. There were some awesome responses to that critique even from people who do enjoy the show still, but there were always people who I'll call "white knights".

Aka people who will ride-or-die for the show and always say there is nothing wrong with it!

Oh how I hate this way of thinking....

Little message to those white knights - yes there are pure haters that hate just to hate, but in the spectrum of people who are critiquing the show are also people who loved it and got disappointed. When people are angry/dissapointed they usually feel the need to express themselves and forums like Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter, are just perfect for ranting. I have spent fair share in the horse gaming community to know that every flop will have a retaliation and shutting up people will make them only more angry. :|

I stopped liking the show. Why am I coming back to it?

That's a question that started to bother me just as I was going to sleep.

I have watched Hazbin Hotel (Lucifer my beloved) and fell deeply in love with it. I always liked Vivzie's Hellaverse being it Helluva Boss and now Hazbin, but there is something that just came back to me.

I started yet again imagining Adrien and Marinette but in the helllaverse. Or what if I merged hellaverse and Miraculous together in some way. Or other crazy ideas that will never see the light of day.

It's always those two characters for the most part. But the moment those two show up, the rest of Miraculous cast does too.

I fell put of the show. I don't like it. Why do I keep coming back?

My thought is - the fandom and the work it did for the characters.

I have always loved to read fanfiction even it came to miraculous. And it's always SO MANY! With many different variants of the world or entirely different settings. Ofc there are some bad fics, but the good ones are those that captured my heart and made me love the characters even more.

Let's put in some examples (and recommendations if you want to check them out):

Happiness by Somewhere_Out_Here

Once a Thief, always a Thief by @saijspellhart

Bakery Enemies by @buggachat

Heaven in hiding by @livinglittlelie

I'll guess your heart, if you guess mine by PurpleHeartsOne

Chat Blanc's Moon Waltz by @rileyclaw

The comic dubs by PhantomSavage

The little comics like "Passionate Kiss" by @edendaphne

All of these are just very few examples from multitude of content I devoured when I was in the love stage for MLB. And those things are STILL SO GOOD. (You have to check it out if you haven't already)

The point is - the fandom fell in love with the concept and if not that, then the characters. Yes, they aren't perfect. Some would say they are very much Mary Sue-ish. Some would say they are badly written. While the fact is - the characters themselves aren't badly written, the plot is just badly handled.

I can see why people love Marinette, she is quirky, funny and her ideas, while absurd most of the time, they work. And that's fine! She is supposed to be creative and what not. A great friend to have in corner, that for sure :3

Adrien on the other hand is supposed to be a bundle of issues that come with living a sheltered life and the want to be free.

(The movie handled Marinette much better than the show, let's be real here)

Sad fact - the writers of the show couldn't handle all of the potential they set up. But the fandom could and that's what's beautiful in my opinion.

The show may not be a masterpiece but they made some aspects of it so enjoyable and investing (love-square) that other people decided to execute those good things in their own stories and create something else.

The characters are just so easy to put into other stories too. Because they are written in the way they are (even if poorly handled at times) the aspects of them are very flexible, which in turn makes them easy to incorporate into other AUs.

For me it proves that you don't need a very complicated and deep character to make your story memorable. Even tho that certainly helps depending on your story. Miraculous was really lucky it got that creative fandom in the first place.

And this is what is beautiful.

Ending, some plans of mine that who knows if they will see the light of day. :]

This is only for those who are interested what I have been up to and what do i plan with this blog:

I am not quitting tumblr, oh no. I'll be probably reposting some stuff that I like from time to time.

I am returning to write "Sky Is The Limit", however I am completely rewriting it for the.... 7th time? Something like that. I doubt I'll finish it anytime soon at this rate and if I get the need to draw I might draw few characters from there or designs I have planned.

I have a very big project in mind that I might probably make a new blog for. It's still just an idea but I getting closer to actually being made so stay tuned.

I will start posting stuff from Hazbin Hotel. I fell deeply in love with Lucifer's character and you can't unglue me from that duck man!!

Other than that I went to university and I'm enjoying my time here so yeah.

And here is your cookie for reading all that! You're a legend!

(I'm open for any discussions as long as they stay respectful. Feel free to DM me :>)

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decent0distraction · 9 months

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Oof, ok

I just did a deep dive analysis regarding the What If of Marinette had the Cat Miraculous and Adrien had the Ladybug Miraculous

And oh my god is it tragic

But first, a breakdown:

Marinette fits best with the Ladybug Miraculous because being Ladybug made her confident of her choices; her leadership; her own desires and dreams

Ladybug opened the door but Marinette walked through it. The girl at the beginning (Origins) versus the girl we see now (most recent episodes) are two very different people.

I’m not trying to say that Marinette isn’t an anxious, insecure person anymore; it doesn’t work that way. But I think being Ladybug has proven to her that she’s stronger than she thinks.

As for Adrien, who has had no freedom or basic autonomy, suddenly has a way to be what he could never be as himself. I truly believe that becoming Chat Noir saved his life.

He was already pretty brave and outspoken beforehand (going to school without permission; standing up for what he believes in) but the common denominator in crushing that spirit was his father and his desire to be what his parents wanted him to be.

But I think Chat Noir showed him that he could be so much more; he could be his own person.

Adrien needed Chat Noir - more than Marinette needed Ladybug.

So when they’re switched from the beginning (as if they were given the other Miraculous instead of accidentally switching them in Reflekdoll), the results are less than ideal.

But let’s slow it down.

First up, Marinette as Lady Noire.

Origins!Marinette in this universe would be, as I imagine, prone to bad luck but somehow always manages her way out of it. “The luckiest unlucky girl in town” kind of thing. She’s clumsy but lands on her feet (quite literally) and catches what she knocks over. She’s agile and quick but she’s very nervous and jumpy.

She still saves Fu from the oncoming traffic, but while rushing to school to avoid being late, never once letting up on her speed and dexterity, impressing Fu with her skill but also her attention to detail, checking to be sure the old man was alright before leaving him.

In this universe, her clumsy luck provides a humble, hesitant confidence; the type of confidence that keeps you quiet until you have a reason to speak up.

So when she’s bullied or intimidated, she doesn’t accept it. Instead, she ignores it, enraging Lila

(Lila in this universe being the bully will make sense when I talk about how Chloe and Hawkmoth are different in this universe)

Anyway, Lady Noire is everything Marinette is but amplified. Plagg sees both her confidence and her intelligence and finds it incredibly impressive. So the gift he gives her (instead of gifting Adrien the freedom to be something he isn’t) is the freedom to be something she’s always been but couldn’t see

She’s funny and cunning; witty and quick. She can also be aloof and deceitful; cautious and manipulative.

Next; Adrien as Mister Bug

The holder of the Ladybug Miraculous is creative, caring, and careful.

This version of Adrien is more than his parents could have ever hoped for and this concerns Gabriel very much.

He sees his son make his schedule; handle meetings and difficult clients; all so Gabriel has less on his already too full plate.

They have many arguments about this; how the father should be the father and the child should be-

-But the father works too hard and makes himself sick-

-So that warrants the son making himself sick too?

No, but what good is a father if he dies just like Maman-!

…

You get the idea.

Adrien in this universe wears each responsibility and burden wonderfully well.

He wants to go to school - of course he would love it, but he’s needed at home.

But when his father insists, to try to give him an inch of normal, he goes anyway.

He meets his childhood friend Chloe again for the first time in years; since before his mom got sick.

She looks different now; older. She looks more a lonesome queen rather than a student.

They share tired smiles, vaguely aware of what the other one is going through, but aware enough.

He meets Nino and a girl named Marinette and her friend Alya.

And it isn’t until he has to leave early due to his schedule that he sees Fu fall outside the school.

He rushes to his aid, ignoring his busy life to help someone else’s.

Fu sees the leadership and thoughtfulness this boy has and knows what to do with this observation.

Like Marinette in canon, he isn’t nearly as eager to accept being a superhero as his counterpart.

But Tikki offers him an outlet; a calling.

And Adrien, ever helpful and kind, accepts.

Mister Bug is calculated and thinks before acting; a trait that Lady Noire finds incredibly boring.

But no one has ever made him laugh as much as she does.

Now onto Chloe.

Since Adrien was never the sheltered, overprotected model like he is in canon, Chloe didn’t have the access to such a carefree life as she did in canon.

Instead, her mother uses her to show off her designs; demanding what outfits she wears and what events and dinners she presents herself to. All the while, Chloe cares for her ailing father, who is making all the wrong decisions as mayor.

Her parents’ actions alone create enough turmoil and chaos for Hawkmoth to akumatize people.

Fu, knowing a hero needs to be found and that the Cat and Ladybug Miraculous are not ready to have holders again, he searches for a holder for the Bee Miraculous.

Spotting Chloe outside a local bakery, he watches her give her fresh purchase to a homeless man.

He doesn’t test her right away, as he has to be sure.

But on his way to leave without her noticing, he trips and falls, injuring his knee.

Chloe notices and insists on calling for help, respectfully shooting down his claims that he was fine enough to walk. (He wasn’t.)

And as he’s taken to the hospital, Pollen sneaks into Chloe’s bag.

Almost a year later, a full year after Emilie’s passing, Chloe is secretly Queen Bee.

She knows Fu is choosing two new holders, but she can’t know who.

She doesn’t say anything, but she secretly hopes it isn’t Adrien. He doesn’t deserve anything more to worry about; certainly not the safety of an entire city.

In this universe, Chloe is kind but isn’t afraid to sting. When Adrien arrives to class, the other students swarm him, overwhelming him with their shouting and excitement.

She sees her friend drowning and commands that everyone return to their seats and wait for class to begin.

Everyone obeys her, her regality hard to ignore.

And… Lila.

Ugh. Ok.

So this one goes hand in hand with Hawkmoth. Er, Gabriel. Both.

Anyway, Gabriel loses his wife. His son becomes a depressed and anxious mess desperately to keep his father alive so he picks up half the work load. Gabriel becomes desperate too; desperate for things to be as they were before.

But he needs turmoil and hatred for his butterflies to stir up chaos. So he hires Lila, a young, ambitious aspiring actress.

The twist? She blames Queen Bee and all and any other superheroes for everything and anything. Why? Who knows? Maybe she doesn’t even know. Like when you press on a bruise knowing it’ll hurt, only to do it again.

She bullies just to hurt; she loves just to hurt; she does her job and she does it well.

And that’s all I have for right now.

But here’s a snippet of this AU that I wrote:

Adrien woke up to his alarm blaring, one hand emerging out from under the covers to turn it off.

He sighed into his pillow, wanting desperately to sleep in. However, he knew that it was better to get up, as it was the closest he’d probably either get to the same routine as anyone else his age, all of them getting up to prepare for their school day.

But for Adrien, he was homeschooled by his father’s personal assistant Nathalie, kept on a tight schedule to ensure his safety.

His father refused to tell him why he was so protective, insisting that as his father, he knew what was best.

The only time he did leave their mansion was when his bodyguard and driver took him to photo shoots as a model for his father’s fashion company.

Despite his father’s insistence on the security and overprotection that’s turned Adrien’s house into his tomb, he refused to lose hope.

“Today will be the day,” he told his reflection.

Clean and dressed, he went downstairs for breakfast. He had hoped his father would be there, but he wasn’t surprised to see the only other chair in the dining room empty.

“Is my father still working,” he asked Nathalie.

“No, Adrien. I’m afraid most of your father’s time was kept by meetings about his upcoming collection. And by the time he returned home, he still needed to piece together his plans for the finishing touches on this weekend’s photoshoot. He didn’t get to retire for the night until after midnight, so he’s still asleep.”

“I understand. Will you make sure he doesn’t overwork himself today for me, please, Nathalie?”

“Yes, Adrien. I’ll do everything I can.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you. Is there anything I need to know about the photoshoot now or do we have some time before the weekend?”

She checked her calendar. “Hmm, well, it’s only Wednesday, so I see no reason as to why we can’t hold off until Friday. The magazine editor is superstitious. He’s requested that none of the models involved wear blue the day before or of the shoot.”

“Then I’ll have to be sure he’s comfortable enough to allow the shoot to proceed as planned. My father doesn’t need to worry about a reschedule or any other upsets. I’ll be taking advantage of social media to provide proof that the shoot’s main model is respectful of the editor’s concerns.”

She made a note on her tablet. “Very well. Would you like me to inform your father?”

“Only when he isn’t distracted, Nathalie. And it can definitely wait until after he’s eaten.”

Adrien finished his own breakfast before standing. “I’ll be preparing the music room for my piano lesson myself today. After that, I’ll arrange the sitting room for my Mandarin lessons. This is very important, Nathalie. Unless my father tells you otherwise or it’s entirely necessary, I need you to stay with him. I know he’s capable of taking care of himself, but we both know he neglects a lot of it when he gets as busy as he’s been.”

“Of course. I’ll tend to him however I can.”

“Have you mentioned to him what we discussed?”

“I have. And he isn’t entirely pleased with the idea of you having to worry about his responsibilities for him.”

He sighed. “I’m going to worry either way. At least with a little less off of his shoulders, we can all sleep easier.”

“I understand, Adrien. I really do. But you’re only 14. You should be attending school; spending time with other children-“

He hugged her, catching her off guard. “I appreciate your concern, Nathalie. But if this is how I’ll be spending my time, I’ll be spending it helping my father. I can’t lose him too.”

She hugged him back. “I know.”

“I miss her.”

She smiled at me. “She’s with you. She’s all around you, even though you can’t see her. She’s this very house. That’s why your father cherishes it, and why you must too.”

He took terrible comfort in that. “Thank you.”

About an hour after his Mandarin teacher left, his father called him into his study.

“Is everything okay, Father,” he asked calmly, despite his concern.

“Yes, of course, Adrien. Why would anything be the matter?”

He got closer to his father, who sat at his desk. “I know about last night. Are you trying to get sick?”

“Adrien-“

“-You’re always so concerned about me, but you never stop to think about yourself. Do you have any idea what that does to me? To always be worried about you? My father; my parent?”

“I know. And I’m truly sorry for concerning you.”

Adrien calmed himself down almost immediately. “No, I’m sorry for getting upset. I know you’re doing your best. Did Nathalie inform you that I’ve already worked out how to handle the editor?”

“Yes. And I’m proud of you; you show so much initiative. However, you’ve seem to forgotten your youth. I’ve been thinking that given your old friend Chloe will be attending the local high school, that you might attend as well.”

Adrien felt sick; he wanted this for so long but it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“I’m needed here,” he said firmly.

“No, Adrien. You need to think of yourself. It will only be for 6 hours 3 days a week, as you won’t be attending a Physical Education class nor a study program during school hours. And given your current schedule that only be slightly adjusted despite Nathalie’s best efforts, the 3 days you’ll be attending will be in the middle of the week. Doesn’t that sound acceptable?”

He looked his father in the eyes. “And you’re sure you’ll be alright without here to take on the press or your portfolios? I’ll still be having my piano and Mandarin lessons so even on those two days that I’ll be here, I won’t have much time. Hmm, and we’ll have to reserve the weekends for photoshoots. Maybe Chloe’s mom can pull a few strings to let us stack shoots.”

“Adrien!” His father held his shoulders. “Do you hear yourself? You don’t have to worry about any of that. Nathalie has already rearranged your schedules. If you truly don’t want to attend school, you don’t have to. But you’ll have to attend some sort of consistent event with your peers.”

He made his father sit back down. “Of course I want to attend school. But not if it means neglecting my responsibilities.” He turned to Nathalie. “Show me the update agenda for the next three weeks.”

She didn’t exactly that.

“Very well,” he decided. “I’ll do it.”

Marinette woke up to her alarm having reset itself, her mother calling for her to wake up or she’ll be late.

Rushing down the stairs, she began to prepare her breakfast, distracted by her nerves.

In the process, she started a chain reaction in which everything started to knock over, catching things and setting them upright before anything could break or end up on the floor.

On her way out, her father showed her the box of macarons she intended to bring to her class, adorned with the design she drew as her parents’ bakery’s logo. She tripped over her own feet and knocked into him, the macarons having gone flying if she hadn’t caught them.

As she caught them, she spun around, walking backwards as she waved goodbye and out the door.

She knew herself as the most self sustaining klutz in the world, always tripping or falling but always catching herself or landing on her feet, like an unlucky cat.

While waiting to cross the street, she saw an old man walking into oncoming traffic. Whilst still holding the box of macarons, she darted across the street and dodged the moving cars, getting the man safely across.

“Thank you very much, young lady,” he said.

She smiled at him. “You’re welcome, sir. Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you.”

She offered him a macaron, which he complimented.

She startled when she realized the time. “Oh! I have to go or I’ll be late! Excuse me, sir!” She bowed to him before running away, dodging another set of cars and jumping stairs and railings until she just barely made it to her seat on time.

She didn’t much time to catch her breath however before Chloe Bougeious approached her.

“I’m very sorry, Marinette, but I’m afraid you’ll have to sit somewhere else,” she said firmly.

Marinette sat up. “Really? Why?”

Chloe glanced at the door, unsure of herself for a second and a second only before that monarch like confidence came back. “A new student, a friend of mine, is starting today and while it’s not entirely my information to share, I will tell you that he’s my responsibility.”

She stood up. “Oh, I understand. But um, where am I supposed to…?”

Chloe hummed in thought, looking around for a fair and decent spot. Her friend Sabrina tapped her shoulder and pointed at the seat next to a girl none of them recognized. Chloe smiled. “How about her? She’s new too. And it’s right up front, even better than this one.”

Marinette thanked her and sat down next to the girl, who introduced herself as Alya.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.”

“Hello, Marinette. I am sorry if I sound strange. I am still learning French.”

Marinette understood. “American?”

Alya nodded.

“I can help you, if you want.”

She agreed and they worked on it together until the bell.

Watching them, Chloe smiled knowingly. She was distracted when the teacher told Nino, always wearing headphones, to sit up front instead this year.

Chloe watched him, wondering something while she listened to Sabrina talk about her new favorite book.

I had a panic attack this morning. I haven’t had a panic attack since I was little.

Why am I acting like this? I’ve wanted this for so long.

“Adrien?” Nathalie has been trying to get my attention.

“Yes, sorry, Nathalie. What is it?”

“We’re here.”

I stared out the window at the school.

“Thank you,” I said to my driver, who looked as worried as Nathalie.

She got out with me. “Adrien, are you sure you want to do this?”

I faced her. “I am. Why? Do you think I shouldn’t?”

“It’s not that.” She cleared her throat, looking uncomfortable.

I heard something behind me and turned to see an old man had fallen down.

“Are you alright,” I asked as I ran to help him up.

“Oh, yes. Just an old man uneasy on his feet.”

I glanced back at the car. “Would you like my driver to take you somewhere? We could call someone for you.”

He patted my hand. “Oh, no, that’s quite alright. I’ve just seemed to have lost my cane.”

I looked around for him and found it had slide a few feet away from him. I retrieved it. “Is this it, sir?”

“Yes! Thank you, young man.”

I watched him leave, still concerned for him.

I returned to Nathalie. “I’m sorry, Nathalie. You were saying?”

She smiled. “Just to wish you a good day at school.”

I smiled back, not fully convinced but not about to pressure her. “Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

Once they were gone, I took a few deep breaths before finally entering the school.

I had been up since about 4 when my alarm went off. I turned it off quickly, but Pollen was already stirred awake by the sound.

“Sorry, Pollen,” I said. She yawned.

“Good morning, my queen.”

“Are you ready for today? We have to meet Master Wu before school.”

“Why do you even have to go to school,” she complained.

I rolled my eyes but smiled at her. “Because it’s just what’s done. And besides, my childhood friend Adrien is attending school for the first time and his father is worried for his safety. So I’ve been asked to look after him.”

I placed Wu’s letter in my bag. “And in case you’ve forgotten, Pollen, the chosen ones for Plagg and Tikki attend the same school as me and Adrien. Wu will be giving you their names today so I can help you give them their Miraculous.”

She flew around me nervously. “What about Hawk Moth?”

I sat down to address her fears. “If he tries anything, I’ll use the situation to excuse myself to safety and we can transform. But only if the Ladybug and Cat holders need the help.” I picked up her gently but addressed her firmly. “Now, Pollen, it’s very important that you do not tell me the identities of the holders. It’s what’s best for everyone’s safety.”

“Yes, my queen,” she said, bowing.

I tickled her, causing her to let out of the respectful but stiff position.

Pollen had to hide behind me when my mother let herself in.

“I brought you today’s selections. It is vital that you wear the entire piece or it’ll be for nothing,” she fussed.

“Okay, Mom,” I said, examining to the two sets of outfits and accessories that would later be on sale for the rest of the world. In the meantime, I would be her walking mannequin.

I chose the jacket and pants option over the skirt and sweater, both in a mix of yellow, gold, white, and black, my mother’s signature color scheme.

Despite her coldness towards me, I still had a much better situation than Adrien. If I could, I had him live with me. At least he wouldn’t have to model and spend all of his time worrying about his father and the family name.

But he would never leave that house or his father; it’s all he has left of his late mother.

“Your father has a state dinner tonight so either be here on time properly dressed in my latest design or don’t return until after 9.”

“I’ll make sure to call if I’ll be home late,” I promised, pretending she was concerned about my curfew like a normal parent.

She smiled and gave me a chased kiss on the forehead before leaving.

Once she was gone, Pollen checked on me. “Are you okay, my queen?”

I smiled at her, even though I was exhausted by my mother’s antics. “Of course, Pollen. Let’s get going.”

When I opened the classroom door, for two seconds, I was normal. But then everyone turned and stared, recognizing me almost immediately.

Almost all of them swarmed me, talking over each other.

I tried to be polite but I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying. The panic started swirling in my throat again.

“That is enough. Everyone, back off immediately.” I watched Chloe, my oldest and only friend, order everyone back to their seats.

She approached me. “Are you okay, Adrien? Take a deep breath,” she whispered.

I did as she said and it helped me calm down.

“You were almost late,” she said causally. “The teacher is still on her morning break so we have a little time. But she’ll be back shortly. You should sit down.”

“Where should I go?”

She gestured to the empty seat next to a boy with headphones on. “I’ll be in the seat directly behind you. If you need any help and you don’t feel comfortable asking Nino there, you can always come to me.”

All of our lives. “Thank you, Chloe. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”

She nodded. “Anytime.”

As soon as I was sitting, Nino introduced himself.

“Hi,” I said back, still a little nervous. “I’m Adrien.”

I expected him to tell me that he already knew who I was. “Nice to meet you, Adrien.”

#miraculous ladybug #alternate universe #adrien agreste #kawmi swap #lady noire #mister bug #queen bee #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois

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Friend of a friend // Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: swearing?? Alcohol, childs, mentions of starting a family, angst, fluff, alot of time skips sorry 😔

A/N: I was listening to artic monkeys while writing this so credits to them :) also the end is kinda choppy I got lazy, might make a part two?? Also kinda short cuz I honestly hate long fanfics

I had to add this gif of danny slapping scottys ass 😂

Ever since Scotty James had gone to the Olympics you had been there for him. When Scotty went to Vancouver when he was 15 you helped him. You where a female halfpipe snowboarder from Australia and had became great friends with Scotty as you where there for him when he had the struggles of going to the Olympics at such a young age. You are so proud of how far he has come. You where only a bit older then Scotty, five years to be precise, you went to your first Olympics at 16 you knew the struggle.

In the off season Scotty would usually hold a big party and for the first time ever you managed to clear your schedule and go. Once you RSVP'd Scotty couldn't wait for you to meet some of his friends, expecially Daniel. You had heard about Daniel and had assumed he was gonna be a nice guy. The night before the party you got curious about this Daniel guy and decided to stalk his Instagram (just girly things) while you where scrolling you may or may not have developed a tiny crush on him, he was a good looking guy. His smile was contagious.

The night of the party you got all prettied up. Slightly curled hair and a beautiful dress that hugged your curves (almost better than Danny would ) perfectly. You where dressed to impress.

The taxi rolled up to your door and you left swiftly over to scottys pent house he shared with another good friend of yours, Chloe. Once Scotty had gotten with Chloe you where super happy he had finally found someone who wasn't a narcissist. You and Chloe got along so well, you where low-key proud of Scotty on such a great pull.

You knocked on Scottys door and heard a deep Australian accent yell 'ill get it' it was not scottys voice. You see Daniel open the door. You froze he looked ever more handsome in real life,

"oh hello you must be y/n I've heard some amazing things about you! I'm Daniel you can call me Danny, Dan, DR and what not," he said with his signature smile,

You smiled back, "thank you Dan,"

"let's get you inside shall we?" Dan laughed letting you past.

Scotty had let his closer friends come over a bit earlier so it was just you, Scotty, Chloe, Daniel, And another one of his friends Corey Wilson.

"wow Y/n you went all out, mate," Scotty said walking over to you,

you smiled at his compliment, "thanks, I didn't know how fancy this party was gonna be," you said looking at the others outfits,

"I'm just gonna get ready ill be back, you can chill out with Daniel and Corey," he smiled walking over the his bedroom to get changed.

You sat on the sofa next to Daniel as Corey looked busy typing on his phone,

"hey y/n, how are you going?" Daniel chirped,

"yea I'm good thanks," you smiled

"I've heard so many great things about you!" Daniel said in a comforting tone,

"same," you giggled back,

The conversation continued untill some other guests started rolling in.

The night went smoothly and it was to the point where everyone was at a degree of drunk. Scotty walked up to you,

"could you please take Daniel back to his place before he sleeps with anyone in my house,"

"of course I was about to go home anyway," you smiled at Scotty before getting Daniel.

The problem was that Scotty was drunk enough to have responsibility but past the point where he could remember that you had only just ment Daniel and didn't know where he lived. You didn't want to seem nosey so you drunkenly took Daniel to your place instead.

Once you had gotten to yours Daniel spoke up,

"is this your house?"

"yes,"

"why am I here?"

"because I don't know where you live, you can stay the night if you like,"

"ok,"

You two ended snuggled up on the couch watching a movie,

"I probably shouldn't say this now but I would love to take you on a date," Daniel spoke,

"same," you replied, "home date?"

Daniel chuckled.

You got a doona and layed it across the sofa for you and Daniel as you started watching some movies. Daniel soon patted the spot right next to him, you scooted over.

"I hope you don't mind if I just," Daniel said wrapping his arms around you.

You laid back in his embrace, you felt safe.

Day by day you and Daniel grew closer untill Daniel finally did it. You where in Japan one of many treasure troves in the world of snowboarding. And you found the Japanese grand prix was on so you made your way to the track. You spotted Daniel and waved. Daniel walked over to you and said,

"wanna come in the paddock?"

"sure," you smiled back

"come with me," he said

You got stopped but security because you didn't have a pass,

"who is this?" The man said,

"my girlfriend," Daniel replied,

The guard nods and lets you two in.

Daniel takes you to his driver's room and you sit down and look him in they eyes,

"what was that about?" You ask Daniel,

"I mean you might as well be," he laughed back,

"true," you replied,

"what?" Daniel questioned,

"if you say so," you reply hugging him, he hugs back.

Next thing you know Scotty found his way into Daniels driver room,

"uhh, did I miss something?" Scotty questioned,

"yeah," Daniel laughed,

You giggled into his chest.

You and Daniel had been dating for 6 months now, it had been amazing. You where at XGames and where on the phone to Daniel when he said,

"if you get a medal today you can move in with me,"

"bet," you giggled.

You had gotten silver that day and was over the moon, Daniel obviously first to congratulate you.

'love you baby, I'm so proud of you!' you read his text and smiled seeing his missed call, you rang you boyfriend back,

"Y/N/N GREAT JOB," Daniel said in excitement as he picked up the phone.

"thanks Danny," you smiled, "so about moving in-"

"I've already got all your clothes in a wardrobe at my house, your vitamins in the cupboard, and your framed pictures at mine, baby," Daniel said proudly,

"looks like someone was excited," you laughed.

You flew back to warm Monaco and got to Daniels house. You knocked on the front door,

"C'mere," Daniel mumbles when he opened the door to see you, he wrapped you into his arms, you enjoyed his embrace and looked up at his lips and connected them with yours. You got carried away in the taste of pure mint as his tongue slipped into your mouth. After your make out sesh, Daniel was quick to react,

"let's get inside," he stated,

You just laughed in response.

"you know what I've got for you, darling," Daniel said,

"what?" You wondered,

You stepped in to see your sister and her husband along with your two twin nephews, Arlo and Mack.

You hadn't seen your sister and her family ever since you had gotten with Daniel so it was really sweet of him to invite them over even though he had never met them before.

"aww thanks Daniel," you smiled at him walking over to your sister and her little family hugging them.

"I promised the kids they could wear your medal," Daniel laughed,

"I'm sure you did," you said showing Arlo and Mack the medal.

"this is so cute," your sister said taking a picture of the moment.

Each of the twins had a picture wearing your new medal, you where surprised how curious the two toddlers where.

Once your sister and that had left, you and Daniel had some chill time, you both loved having a chilled afternoon.

"aren't the twins so cute," Daniel said lying in bed while you unpacked you stuff, putting your bag away you then got into some comfy clothes and joined Dan in bed,

"the twins are adorable," you smiled back at him,

"we've only been dating for six months and I want to start a family with you," Daniel mentioned, you giggled at him.

"what is that supposed to mean?" Daniel asked,

"ohh you wanna guess?" You replied in a sassy tone,

"no,"

You laughed once more,

After some consideration you realised it just wasn't the time to start a family, but the child talk would go on for weeks...

#f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #snowboarder!reader x daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo

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zilari · 10 months

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Electric Giggles

DISCLAIMER: Contains tickles and spoilers for season 3! FANDOM: Lucifer WC: 2877

After getting the brilliant idea from Detective Douche -- although Lucifer would never admit it -- he takes matters into his own hands during a sting operation... it doesn't end well...

A/N: I was watching Episode 1 of Season 3 -- They're Back, Aren't They? -- and there's a part where Lucifer is "kidnapped," and they have him tied to a chair. They use a cattle prodder on him, but instead of hurting him, he starts laughing and tells them to stop because it tickles, and, well... this fic was born!

The idea occurred after Lucifer attempted to make Detective Daniel Douche feel better about Charlotte -- in hindsight, he could've worded it better, but that's beside the point. He forgot what Dou-- Dan said, but his snarky response to Lucifer spawned the idea initially. They were on a sting operation to find the killers of some random man they found in the desert, close to where Lucifer woke up after getting knocked out by an unknown assailant.

Of course, the details didn't matter. All that mattered was finding out who in the hell -- pun intended -- gave him his wings back. After all, they needed to be punished for what they did to him. Well, more his father, but since the old bastard was in heaven, the next best thing was his emissary -- the one who kidnapped Lucifer in the first place.

"Listen, I know you were talking about Charlotte," He was referencing the discussion Dan and Chloe were having -- something about Detective Douche being sad that she couldn't remember him, "And as douchey as you may be," He continued, scoring a dirty look from Dan, "And I know you can't help it, her current behaviour has nothing to do with you. Okay?"

Dan shook his head in disbelief, "And as much as I appreciate the pep talk, Lucifer, it's kind of you that got me in the whole Charlette mess in the first place." The Detective frowned, a pang of sorrow shooting into his heart, "So, maybe you should just take care of your side of the street for a change, all right?" Dan gritted his teeth as he began turning to walk away, "Good talk."

Lucifer watched as he walked away, a metaphorical light bulb appearing in his head, "My side of the street..." It didn't take long for the plan to formulate in his mind, "That's a good idea!" He muttered to himself as he snatched the laptop off the van's front seat.

All it took was some alterations to the form he initially sent to the company, Snatched -- they 'kidnapped' people as a prank, or whatever; humans are weird. Once he finished his task, he carefully put the laptop back on his seat, glanced back at Chloe, who seemed busy monitoring the screens, and easily walked out of the van without anyone noticing.

He arrived at the destination he had placed on the form, and after a bit of waiting, a black van came to a screeching halt in front of him, "Oh, lovely, right on time." Masked men flooded out from inside the van, "Hello!" He grinned as one of the 'kidnappers' roughly latched onto his arm and dragged him towards the vehicle, "Right, how do we-- Careful, I bruise like a peach." The man ignored him and tossed him inside before entering himself and slamming the sliding door shut.

Lucifer was pinned against the metallic wall as one of the masked figures roughly put a bag over his head and zipped-tied his wrists together, "Smile for the camera!" Someone said in a menacing voice, well, not really menacing, more like he was deep-throating something. Regardless, he gave two thumbs up and grinned when he heard a phone camera going off.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands digging through his pockets -- likely looking for his phone, "Easy! This suit is worth more than what you make combined."

It didn't take long for the one groping him to discover its whereabouts. The wannabe kidnapper passed it off to his buddy, who opened a window and threw it out of the vehicle. Lucifer frowned slightly at the thought of them throwing his phone out of a window; he was pretty fond of it. Well, he was more fond of the embarrassing photo of Dan he had on it, but regardless, he could always get a new one -- photo and phone.

After some time of driving in silence, the van came to a stop. The man in the back with Lucifer grabbed him by his wrists and practically dragged him out of the vehicle, "Easy! No need to drag me. I'm quite capable of walking on my own, thank you." He yanked himself free from the oaf, only for one of the others to shove him in the back -- Lucifer made a mental note to punish that one more thoroughly.

They escorted him to some sort of room filled with... things. Making anything out with the wretched sack over his head was challenging. The bigger of the two pushed him down into a chair and undid his binds as the littler one left the room. Lucifer's arms were secured to the chair before the other followed his partner, leaving the devil alone with his thoughts. He huffed in annoyance and shifted into a more comfortable position -- the trademark crossing of the leg and smirk.

The wannabe kidnappers left Lucifer in there for quite some time, letting him stew in his juices, so to speak. He'd cry his little heart out if he were a feeble human. But he was Lucifer freaking Morningstar. Ruggedly handsome devil, well... he was until whoever gave his wings back stole his devil face. A deep-rooted rage lit inside him, making his smug grin vanish like smoke on a windy day. He needed to find who was at the bottom of this. He needed his face back and wings gone. Otherwise, what kind of devil would he be?

He exhaled sharply, attempting to calm himself down. It didn't take long for the devilish grin to return. To save himself from boredom and to distract himself, he started to see if he could make out his surroundings. A leaky pipe dripped water somewhere in front of him, and debris was everywhere. The room smelt musty with a hint of something else he couldn't quite make out. He could make out more if he didn't have this damn hood on. Lucifer settled on him being in a warehouse of some kind, purposely set up in a way to scare the victim.

Finally, the two men returned. Lucifer could hear one of them pushing a cart with, what he assumed, to be props or torture tools. At least, he hoped so -- he wasn't in the mood for something kinkier, "Ah, there you are. I have to say, the leaky pipe is a nice touch. It's very Blood Simple," Lucifer elaborated When the kidnappers offered no response, assuming they had no idea what he was talking about, "Coen brothers movie?" Nothing, "No?"

The stuffy sack was ripped off his head, startling him ever so slightly, "Well," He finally got to stare his kidnappers in the face, and they were nothing to gawk at, "hello, kidnappers." He took a moment to look hard at both of them, his mind churning with a million different ways to make them suffer, "Finally, I have you right where I want you."

The two men exchanged an amused, albeit confused expression before the smaller of them walked over to the cart, examining the array of tools they had piled on top of it; not that it scared Lucifer, he was more focused on getting answers to his many, many questions, "Let's see, so many questions, but let's start with how did you abduct me the first time?" Anger bubbled up inside of him, "Hmm? How did you render me unconscious?"

As he approached Lucifer, the scrawny man held a cattle prodder in his hands, "How did-- AHH!" Without warning, he placed the prod onto the devil's stomach, sending bouts of electricity through his body; however, instead of hurting, it tickled like hell, "What are you doing?" He cried out, curling into himself, "Stop it, that tickles!"

The one electrocuting, or more so, tickling him, pulled the device away with a perplexed expression on his face. He exchanged looks with the bigger man before stabbing Lucifer again, sending another wave of electric tickles through the devil's body. Again, he yelped and demanded they stop, claiming it tickled. Dumb, the skinny one, pulled away and glanced at Dumber, the bigger one.

"Did you forget to charge it?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

Dumber shook his head in disbelief, "No, I absolutely charged it! I remember because that's when--" He paused, staring at Lucifer, "It is broken, maybe?"

Dumb poked Dumber, who released a high-pitched squeal, "I'd say it's working perfectly fine. Then... why isn't it working on him...?" While they contemplated, Lucifer waited for the opportune time to free himself from the binds.

Unfortunately, that time never came, "Try it again!" Dumber suggested, and Dumb unfortunately obliged.

Lucifer could barely cough out a 'wait' before the cattle prod was placed on his midsection again. This time, however, the wannabe kidnappers left it on for longer. The angel let out an ear-shattering squeal, even louder than the one Dumber let out, and laughter ensued. Luci curled into himself again, well, as much as he could. He attempted to bring his legs closer to his stomach, but all Dumb did was move the wretched device to a new location.

Unfortunately, the location change revealed a new and even more ticklish spot, "Waitwaitwait! Stahahap!" Lucifer belted out, throwing his head back with a cackle.

Usually, he'd be able to break his binds. He was strong enough, after all. Although, that didn't seem to be the case. The ticklish sensations ripping through his body turned his brain into scrambled eggs. Any logical thought was thrown out the window alongside his pride. He had two types of laughs -- his seductive and the... other. It was something he discovered when he was a child. Whenever one of his siblings would get crafty and somehow sneak up behind him, jabbing a finger into his side, he'd giggle madly. It wasn't a cute giggle but a high-pitched, snorty, squealing giggle. It was something he rather others not hear, but with these two cretins tickling him... it wasn't something he could conceal anymore.

Dumb snickered, "Hey, you hear this guys laugh?"

Dumber nodded, sporting a smile of his own, "Screw the other plan. Let's just torture him with this!"

Dumb nodded, a mischievous glint blossoming in his eyes, "Hey, open his shirt. Let's see if that does anything."

The skinnier of the two finally removed the prod, which allowed Lucifer to suck in mouthfuls of precious oxygen, "Don't you... dare... touch me... I'll-- ACK! NOHOOOO!" Before he udder another word, Dumb poked his stomach again with the prod, sending him into another fit of laughter.

Once Dumb removed it and Lucifer was recovering, Dumber ripped his costly silk dress shirt open, revealing his stomach and torso, "Hey, hold him down! I have a feeling he will start bucking like a bronco when I zap him with this."

"I will... kill you... both!" Lucifer growled as Dumber practically bear-hugging him from behind.

All Dumb did was grin before pushing the cattle prod against Lucifer's stomach again. The devil squealed like a schoolgirl and thrashed around, his laughter growing louder and more screechy. He tried to headbutt the Neanderthal, crushing him, but his body twitched when Dumb moved the prod to the side of his stomach, making him miss Dumber's head entirely. To make matters even worse, the bigger man seemed to want to be included in the torment and used one arm to hold the devil steady, which freed the other.

Lucifer tried his damndest to see where Dumber was reaching, but with the cattle prod and the behemoth of a man right in his face whenever he turned to look, he didn't see it, but he certainly felt it. Four fingers pinched the backmost ribs near his underarm, which caused his already high-pitched laughter to somehow go up another octave. Dumber seemed to pick up on the change in Lucifer's voice because he scooted his fingers up and into the spot, which the devil really hoped he wouldn't.

Once those soon-to-be amputated limbs wiggled underneath his arm, he screamed bloody murder, and his body involuntarily thrashed around like a fish out of water, "NOOOO! STOPSTOPSTOP!" He cried out as his legs flailed wildly.

Dumb had moved to the left side of Lucifer to avoid getting kicked by their captive, "This is so much better than the gerbil idea!" He chuckled, moving the prod just above his waistline.

Lucifer howled with laughter, tears brimming his eyes as he craved the sweet embrace of death. He much rather sit on the throne of hell for another eternity or listen to his mom describe one of her escapades with Detective Douche, just anything that wasn't this. Suddenly, the prod left his stomach, and Dumber released him. It was so abrupt, in fact, it took his brain a few moments to register that the torture had stopped.

He felt the binds tying his wrists to the arms of the chair be cut, and before he knew it, his arms were painfully pulled behind him, "What are you--" He began saying, until the return of the cattle prod, "NOHOHO! Plehehease, STOP!" Lucifer cried out, "CAHAHAN'T WEHEHE MAHAHAKE SOME KIND OHOHOF DEHEHEAL?!"

He fought against Dumber, who was attempting to zip-tie his arms to the sides of the backrest. When that proved too tricky, he changed tactics and settled with pulling Lucifer's arms above his head. He did the ol' pulling-arms-above-head-then-quickly-shoving-hands-under-said-arms-before-he-can-pull-them-down, to which he succeeded. The devil had no idea what was coming, and the minute he felt Dumber's fingers bury into his armpits, he practically leaped out of the chair. However, that was thwarted by Dumb resuming the cattle prod torture on his stomach.

"Nah, no deal is worth this. Most fun I've had since, well... ever." Dumb responded with a cackle.

Lucifer's laughed turned silent, and if it weren't for the fact he was the bloody devil, he would've passed out from lack of oxygen, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" He screamed, "STAHAHAHAHAP!"

Unsurprising, they didn't. If anything, they increased their efforts -- Dumb pushed a little harder on his stomach, and Dumber dug a little deeper. But, by the grace of his Dad, he saw an opening. The two men were exchanging a look, not paying attention to Lucifer. So, with what brain he could scrounge up, he sprung into action. He kicked the cretin holding the battle prod where the sun didn't shine first. Dumb's face twisted into a grimace as he groaned loudly, dropping the cattle prod and falling to the ground.

Dumber paused, which gave Lucifer the opportunity he needed to strike. Well, he would've if it weren't for the fact his blasted coat got caught on something. With him being distracted by trying to yank it free, kidnapper number two snapped out of his shock and practically lifted Lucifer into the air and slammed him into the ground. The air left his lungs, and the next thing he knew, he was being sat on. Dumber had managed to pin the devil to the ground, and with the cattle prod in hand, he poked Lucifer in the stomach and turned the device on.

"NOHOHO! Come OHOHOHOHON!" Lucifer screeched as he desperately tried to grip Dumber's wrists and push them away, which proved futile.

"Nice try," His assailant smirked, "Hey, Larry, are you alright?"

Dumb, apparently named Larry, was still on the ground clutching the family jewels. He offered a slight groan in response, confirming he was still alive but in tremendous pain. Dumber dropped the prod and scooped Lucifer's arms into one hand while the other reached behind him and pulled out a zip tie. When the devil attempted to retaliate, the cattle prod would return. Luci had no idea why that damned thing made his powers go offline, or maybe the horrendous ticklish sensations nipping his nerve endings. Whatever the case, he had very little time to free himself before the bear of a man straddling him completed his task of tying Lucifer up again.

When Dumber finally pulled the cattle prod away, he made the man think he was subdued. For added effect, he feigned desperation, "Please... I will do anything you want... just stop torturing me. I'm begging you..." Lucifer peered up at Dumber, eyes pleading for mercy.

He could see a glimmer of regret in Dumber's eyes, which ended with him hesitating. That was all Lucifer needed to snatch the cattle prod away from his assailant and use it on him. The lumbering mountain squealed rather loudly, which Luci would find hilarious if he weren't on the receiving end of that thing only mere seconds ago -- although he doubted it tickled, more stung like a bitch. Once he was sure the kidnapper got a taste of his own medicine. He used the device's handle to hit Dumber in the forehead -- hard. The imbecile groaned as he teetered before finally collapsing to the ground.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered as he laid back down on the floor, breathing heavily.

After a great deal of recuperating, he finally got to his feet and stared at the two morons who were in for a world of hurt. He took a moment to button up his shirt -- he was shocked to discover all the buttons were still intact, despite Dumber ripping it open -- readjust his clothing, smooth out his hair, and get his game face on. Lucifer slapped on a devilish grin, deciding to never speak of the experience to any living soul again, and got to work. He was going to get his answers, one way or another.

A/N: Wowza, this story was... looong! Apologies for that, and sorry for how blech the quality is, too. This is my very first fic, well... ever. So, hopefully, you enjoyed it.

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #ticklish lucifer #ticklish lucifer morningstar #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!lucifermorningstar #lee!lucifer #lee!lucifermorningstar #my first fic #I'm nervous to post this #I hope someone liked it

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criptikal · 8 months

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ONE OF THE GIRLS -

masc!fem!reader x dyanne x jocelyn

warnings : reader is basically a better version of tedros 😋, cheating, strap-on sex (r giving), threesome, bad writing btw 😭, face-sitting

a/n: i never rlly wrote smut but i’ll try it now 🤷🏾

summary : what if jocelyn finds out the whole ordeal between you and dyanne but has a completely different reaction?

The night of the party.

That's when you fucked up. You were drinking your ass off by the pool, showing off for the other girls that attended. (Of course, it was wrong. Especially since you had Jocelyn wrapped all the way around your finger.) But as you filled the water gun with Tequilla, you noticed Leia rushing to clean up everything you had messed up. You never really liked her. You swore that she was telling Jocelyn everything about your plan. Which was getting her to be with you solely for you and your club's rep.

"Fuck are you doing?" You aimed the water gun at her, causing her to flinch and roll her eyes. You laughed as more people began to look at the scene you caused by your shouting. "Cleaning, cause, you know, the wood is...it's expensive..." Leia started, only to be cut off by you, "Are you fucking serious?" You chortled harder, lowering the gun by your side, and everyone else joined in on the laughter. "It's been hectic since you got here, and all this partying has just been..." You huffed and sprayed her with the water gun with a big smile while everyone cackled. You then whirled it on your finger before tucking it in a pretend holster. That was the last straw for her since she began stomping away.

"Aww, Leia, come back, I'm s-..." You attempted to hold back your chuckle, only for Jocelyn to slap you. "The fuck, ___?" She scolded, pointing at the angry Leia. You raised your hands in defense, Ramsey running over to take the toy from your hands. "She was being a bitch, Joss. She had to go." You explained with false sympathy, "She already doesn't like you. You know, why the fuck would she?" You were taken aback by the harsh comment, dropping your hands to your side again. "Oh my God, are you serious?" A sly smile played on your face again. But Jocelyn rolled her eyes, waved you off, and stomped inside.

You were left with the rest of the partygoers either staring uncomfortably at you or laughing, which was enough to make you walk inside.

You made yourself a home in the corner of the living room, tucked away from Jocelyn's vision. You stalked her and Chloe, who quickly darted her eyes at you when she slipped up too much. But luckily for her, Dyanne walked in, strolling in front of you. "Something not going your way?" She fake pouted before smiling at your pissed-off response. "What are you doing here?" You huffed, sipping more of whatever the fuck was in your glass. Dyanne wrapped her arms around your neck, leaning in closely. "Nikki offered me a deal and Jocelyn's song." You pushed her away gently as you pointed a cup toward Joss. "Tell her."

Already hurt because of your apparent infidelity and cyberstalking (all revealed due to Chloe's loose lips.) Hearing that her best friend stole her song absolutely crushed her. You smirked to yourself, realizing you got her just where you wanted. Begging for your attention again.

You headed upstairs to the studio, messing around with the keys on the piano. A loud slam knocked you out of concentration. "I wanna finish the song." Jocelyn rushed in with a cigarette hanging from her thick lips. You scoffed and turned to her. "How come? I thought you would've told me to leave by now." She shrugged and walked closer to you, her hands sliding up your shoulders, squeezing them. It gave you chills. You weren't scared but so fucking aroused. "Which song?" Jocelyn backed up and played the third track, Fill The Void, a song you made when you first met. The red ribbon tied around her neck while her breathy moans filled the backing vocals. You could tell what she wanted at this point.

You backed her into the computers and trapped her with your arms. You leaned in to kiss her until the door opened and shut again, but softer. Dyanne stood in the center of the bedroom. You paused, looking back. "She wanted to watch us record." Jocelyn laughed when you backed off her and sat in the swivel chair. Dyanne plunked onto the king-sized bed as if she wanted to ruin your plan. "Pick a new song." You sighed, rubbing your face in frustration. "No, I want to finish this one. It's gonna be my opener." Jocelyn announced, both her hands on the arms of the chair. "Opener? This song?"

Jocelyn stood in front of the mic. "You're not putting enough emotion into the song." You rolled your eyes and stood up, standing inches away from her face. "You sound like you don't care." "Okay?" She shrugged. "So fucking care! You're the one that wanted to record this so badly? Then fucking care!" You slammed your hand on the desk. "It's hard to care when I'm not recording how I want to." She glanced over at Dyanne, who was still sprawled on the bed. You swung your hands in defeat. "Dyanne, could you leave?" You offered. "No, I'll stay. You won't even know I'm here.” She purred, absolutely mocking you.

You walked over to her, leaning down to her level, and whispered in her ear, “Don’t fuck this up for me.” With that, you turned around facing Jocelyn who was listening to the prerecorded demo.

“You hear that, we won’t even know she’s here.” You announced with gritted teeth. But you still wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her towards you, one hand wandering down to the junction between her legs, the other blocking her eyes.

“Do you feel good?” Your tongue traced along the edge of her ear lobe. You wanted to give her more of what she asked for, and what she wanted was you. She moaned in response, spreading her legs wider.

The track began in the headphones. “Go ahead, sing.” You practically demanded, hands still fumbling around her body. Her lips parted to sing the first line, her voice shaky. You kissed the side of her neck, sucking on the spot while you slid your hands under her shirt. Her hips pushed against yours, making it difficult for her to focus.

“Fuck...” She gasped out through the microphone. Dyanne watched the whole scene play out while she was sitting on the bed intently. “Keep going.” You reminded her, nipping on her ear. Her breath hitched and slowed. You looked back at Dyanne with an innocent smile on your face as Jocelyn continued to whine into the mic. Dyanne smiled back at you, biting her bottom lip and continuing to listen.

Your fingers slid under her bra cups, feeling her chest rise and fall faster. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to ignore the sensations running through her body. The warm air brushed across her exposed skin, sending goosebumps throughout her body. At this point, she completely ignored the music. All she could feel was her body bouncing between temperatures, your cold hands dipped down into her.

They weren’t gentle as they ran over her skin, playing with her nipples, while the other glided lower, seeking out her entrance. You removed your hands from under Jocelyn’s clothes back onto her hips.

You paused the track and stared at her face, her pupils dilated and flushed cheeks. Your palms pressed down on her hips and nodded towards the underside of the monitor.

She dashed towards it, while you lay next to Dyanne. “Hey.” You whispered in her ear, lips trailing down to her neck. She slowly sat up, unsure of what you were going to do next.

“You can keep listening.” You smirked as Jocelyn returned with a familiar toy and a red ribbon. She tugged your bottoms off and fastened the harness on. You swapped spots with the blonde, tying the ribbon around her eyes, and applying pressure on her nose before resting between her thighs.

Her heart raced in anticipation, she wanted you. You took your time removing her panties. After a few moments, you stopped and looked at her shaky figure.

Your fingers were gentle as you slipped them inside of her. Jocelyn exhaled loudly and held her breath. She shuddered as you added another finger, feeling her walls closing in around your digits. She whimpered softly, reaching her head back and arching her back.

Your lips followed the path of your fingers, tasting every inch of her, you kissed and sucked her flesh. Moaning escaped her mouth. Her hips buckled forward. You grabbed her waist, bringing her back onto you. She was overwhelmed by pleasure. She thrashed about, no longer being able to control herself.

Jocelyn gripped your hair tightly, moaning uncontrollably. The tempo increased. You began pumping her harder and harder. Jocelyn felt all the sensations coursing through her. You removed your fingers to which she gasped.

You sat on the bed as she began to straddle your lap, feeling the toy against her as her lips met yours. They teased each other passionately. She grabbed the strap and aligned it with her opening. Jocelyn trembled as she lined it up, moving slightly to push past her natural barriers.

“Fuck… oh god… yes.” She cried out, unable to contain her desire.

You leaned back on the bed, not breaking eye contact with Dyanne, who was entranced by the scene unfolding before her. You waved her over, beckoning her closer. She hurriedly moved to you, sitting above your head, knees on either side of your neck.

She positioned herself above your face slowly sitting down. You placed your hands on her hips as she sat, positioning yourself for her, and guided her to you. Your mouth gently latched onto her clit, while your hands pulled on her clothed chest, gently squeezing them. You sucked on her folds while Jocelyn rocked back and forth completely content with riding you.

Dyanne began to rock as well, whining as she did so. You stuck your tongue out, lapping up all of her juices as she became wetter and wetter.

You grasped her tits roughly and pinched her nipples as she grinded harder and harder, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

You released her breasts and pushed your face further into Dyanne’s pussy. Your tongue flicked across her clit repeatedly as you made your way deeper.

“Oh god, yes. Yes.” Jocelyn whined loudly. Her head fell back as she tried to take deep breaths. You were surprised no one from the party had come looking for any of you especially cause of the noise coming from the studio. But Dyanne was too busy grinding against you and rocking her hips wildly.

Jocelyn let out a soft moan as she climaxed, trembling violently as she came. The other woman followed quickly after, her juices soaking your face. You lapped up as much as possible, but she was too excited to stop.

They both lay on the bed, breathing heavily. The room was filled with heavy panting. No one spoke. You pulled yourself up and began to clean the girls up, removing the ribbon from Jocelyn’s eyes, and kissing every love bite or hickey on her.

You sat in front of the monitor, replaying the tracks. You felt arms wrap around your shoulders, Jocelyn stood listening to the song with the risqué backing vocals. She rested her chin on your shoulder. “I’m so pissed off with you.” She said sternly. “Using me for you stupid fucking club.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

You turned towards her and faked a sympathetic look, “I just heard through Dyanne, that you needed help musically. So that’s what I’m doing. No fucking club in mind.” You pulled her close by her waist as she leaned down to kiss your cheek, running your thumb down her soft skin.

“Whatever…wecan work on the song tomorrow, just get some sleep for once.” She smiled. You sighed and stood up as she dragged you to the bed, you made yourself comfortable between the two women as you drifted off.

#smut #fem reader #mascfem #the idol #dyanne imagines #jocelyn imagines #jocelyn x reader #dyanne x reader #fanfic

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zoe-oneesama · 1 year

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Speaking of Frightningale, what do you think of the episode?

It's a filler episode, but I liked it. There's not that much I would change about it.

I liked the akuma and it was only a matter of time before we had a dance themed akuma (Yes I've heard the knock off Harley Quinn jokes and yes I agree with them, but I don't consider that a bad thing). Clara's reason for being akumatized feels real and Chloe's in top form. The teamwork between Ladybug and Chat Noir in defeating Frightningale is adorable and fun to watch.

There's only three things that stand out to me in a "negative" way, but they don't really take away from the episode:

The "lesson" in this episode for Marinette was about protecting her identity - she willingly took the role of Ladybug when it was about to be given to Chloe and by giving into her anger, she almost put her identity at risk. I did like her giving up the role initially to both be responsible with her identity AND to not ditch her friends, so it was satisfying that Tikki praised her for not "giving into temptation" and for friends to praise her for giving up dancing with Adrien just to stay with them. And even when she takes that back just because she can't stand the idea of Chloe representing "her" in any way, I can't blame her and don't think that should take away from the praise she got.

But this does bring up two of my "negative" things.

First, Marinette is the focus of the identity problems, but Adrien is in the same boat - the only difference is that Adrien didn't take this job willingly. But that's where I think they could've done something better - they could've made Adrien fight back harder. Adrien not standing up for himself or his friends, not fighting back for things he wants to do - this at least makes sense as he could see it as selfish, which he doesn't want his father to see him as.

But his identity should be something that he protects above everything else, not just to his dad but to the general public. It's not selfish, it's about the greater good. He should be arguing up front and when he can't come up with a good "reason", he should be sabotaging himself - hide the mask, sure, but also pretend he can't follow choreography or that he can't act like Chat Noir - just doing more.

They made Marinette choosing to take the Ladybug role a problem when Adrien was in the exact same spot as her.

(They didn't harp on it much so it's really not THAT big a deal. I just think they could've sacrificed some of the akuma time to show a different side of Adrien).

Second, and this is only a problem in hindsight, is this episode makes "Chameleon" and subsequent episodes like it more infuriating. Here we had open character acknowledgment of Marinette putting aside an opportunity with Adrien JUST so she could stay with her friends. Twice she is hugged by her whole girl entourage for expressing how she loves them and has the most fun with them.

Yet no one will even listen to her when it comes to Lila because she's "jealous", okay.

And then my last complaint is with Chloe, or more specifically, the scene of her threatening to call her mom.

My problem with it is that it's just not in character with Audrey at all. This was the first time Chloe's mom was directly mentioned and it's Chloe threatening to call her mother to complain to her about how Chloe's "dreams were shattered" because Andre wouldn't cancel the music video shoot outright, followed by Andre grabbing the phone, insisting they not bother their "queen", and that he'll figure something out.

Based off just this? Wouldn't one assume Audrey is like Andre but worse? Indulging Chloe's whims, coming down hard on any who stand in her daughter's way, and probably coming down harder on Andre for not taking care of things in the first place.

More realistically Audrey wouldn't even answer the phone.

It's just a confusing scene in hindsight. The Audrey WE meet doesn't even remember Chloe's name, she certainly wouldn't care about whether or not she's the lead role in a music video. At most she'd be annoyed to be interrupted from whatever SHE thinks is more important, so again, she probably wouldn't even answer the phone.

So it's not bad, it's just...weird.

#frightningale #my opinion #writing salt #adrien salt #I guess? It's writing ABOUT Adrien so just to be safe

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anxresi · 1 year

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I saw a post here asking how someone would ‘reform’ Chloe in the show...

Hmm, interesting. I’ve had a few ideas knocking around on this very subject, and seeing as someone raised the issue I thought I might as well lay them on the line right now. Be warned, though: it’s a long ‘un... ;)

My way of ‘reforming’ Chloe and making her a better person and a superhero worthy of the name (not to mention, making the plot a LOT more interesting) would be slightly more radical, as in...

Firstly, I wouldn’t have her reveal her identity when she discovered the Miraculous. AT ALL. Mainly because, she can’t transform yet, as I’ll explain below...

This would go hand-in-hand with my other change which would include actually GIVING the new holders their Miraculous PERMANENTLY, Ladybug not choosing or knowing the identities of the new heroes (only Master Fu does that) and there only being five permanent members, because that would give the show plenty of scope for Character Development (sorely lacking right now) and sometimes less is more, ya know?

Anyway, in my reinterpretation ALL the kwamis actually have strong personalities, and Pollen lays down the law to Chloe that there’s NO WAY as her current self she’s worthy of a Miraculous. She has to try harder, be a better person, see her mistakes for herself and correct them... etc. Master Fu initially losing the Bee Miraculous was a mistake, and he plans to take it back. But when he sees what Pollen is planning and being intrigued by the possibility, he decides to secretly watch instead to see how the situation unfolds. After all, if you never give someone a chance, how will you ever know what they’re capable of?

Oh, I almost forgot... there’s none of those off-putting shenanigans involving near-death train collisions. That’s the kind of nonsense Thomas Astruc would insert into the narrative to convince us that Chloe could NEVER be a superhero (nearly being responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people does tend to put a dampener on your job application) so we’ll nix that methinks in favor of something a little more low-key and character driven...

So, of course Chloe rebels. Refuses to change her ways. Won’t listen to reason. But Pollen is adamant: if Chloe wants to hear those two Magic Words that’ll help her transform, then she has to radically reappraise her current lifestyle and priorities. Pollen KNOWS Chloe is unhappy with being who she is, as a Spoiled Brat used to getting everything she wants from her often absent father and under the thumb of her abusive mother who can’t even remember her name. Expensive trinkets from a lax male parental figure and trying to please a woman who’s the very antithesis of what a loving mom should be isn’t going to make Chloe happy or help her see the error of her ways, and Pollen knows this.

If it wasn’t for the determined kwami recognizing Chloe’s untapped potential, both as a person AND a superhero, she wouldn’t be trying so hard to help the heiress. After all, if a person doesn’t WANT to change, it’s not your job to try forcing them, is it? In this case though, via her keen powers of observation (bees have four eyes, obviously) Pollen DOES know Chloe wants something better, she just doesn’t know the first thing about how to go about it.

There then follows an extended arc of ups and downs of Chloe trying and failing, making small progress and large missteps in equal measures, and even threatening to throw ‘That Damn Comb’ in the middle of the Seine on more than one occasion(!) But gradually, we DO begin seeing a difference in her behavior (unlike the show, her progress actually STICKS), as she becomes less reliant on her father, stands up to her toxic mother more, starts treating Sabrina better etc... the upshot of it is, Adrien starts to see once again (for the first time in AGES) hints of the sweet girl he met when they were both just kids (Marinette understandably takes a bit or a LOT more persuasion, due to their past history).

In fact, speaking of that... just think of all the GREAT scenes we missed out on, due to the show being presented the way it is... Chloe playing Queen Bee as a sassy, sarcastic diva-ish anti-hero, a welcome addition to the somewhat anodyne current dynamic and DEFINITELY more interesting than the personality black hole which Vesperia arguably is. Marinette not knowing that one of her most trusted members of the Superhero Squad is also her worst enemy (sans Hawkmoth). Audrey NOT being impressed at the new change in her daughter Chlorine’s behavior and actively trying to force her back to NYC with her to ‘detoxicify’ her mind, but constantly being rebuffed by her reforming daughter’s NEW friends and allies...

AARGH I really should stop typing now, mainly because when I think about what we COULD’VE got, compared to the cold, hard reality of the waste of space which is staring me in the face right now, I feel nothing but frustration and sadness. Also, partly because I spent three and a half seasons cheerleading this piece o’sh*t (I mostly tuned out after Zoe’s introduction when I saw which direction the show was headed in, and CERTAINLY didn’t stick around for S5).

Needless to say though, there wouldn’t be any pointless spin-offs set in other countries, unnecessary hidden powers by feeding junk to kwamis, more than one layer to the Miraculous box, set formulas such as a ‘monster of the week’ or Marinette having to ‘learn a lesson’ in every ep, not so much focus on the overwrought ‘Love Square’ plot (a few supporting characters might actually get their time to shine instead of GASP purely existing to push the overexposed central duo together), LOTS more strong continuity, much less time-wasting filler, and most EMPHATICALLY of all...

NO MARY-SUE WANNABE ‘SECRET SIBLINGS’ SHOEHORNED INTO THE SHOW HALFWAY THROUGH IT’S LIFESPAN WHO EVERYONE LOVES AFTER THEIR FIRST EPISODE, BECAME A HERO AFTER THEIR SECOND AND SYSTEMATICALLY STEAL EVERYTHING (their home, their dad, their Miraculous, what few friends they have etc) FROM A MUCH MORE ESTABLISHED AND INTERESTING CHARACTER.

Don’t know who I’m talking about? You must be new here. Hi! ^^

So yeah, that’s my impulsive pitch to become the new showrunner of Miraculous Ladybug. So all those in favor of turfing out the current dude who seems to possess all the vision and creativity of an anaemic sloth, please shout ‘AYE’ now. Then we can bury the remnants of his first misbegotten try in a deep, dark pit in the middle of the Sahara never to be rediscovered, and we can actually start producing something worthy of the name ‘Miraculous’.

Any takers? ;)

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #Chloe #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #Zoe Lee #Disney #ml #zag

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miraculous-mystery · 11 months

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Caline's Akuma Class

Chloé remembered everyone’s birthdays. Well, Chloé remembered everything about everyone.

She remembered what Rose wasn’t allowed to eat despite it only coming up once. She remembered all of Kim and Alix competitions. She remembered Sabrina’s mom’s death anniversary.

Chloé always remembered. And after a year she started to use that knowledge.

She would drag the whole class to Alix’s and Kim’s competitions. She would take it upon herself to find out what Rose could eat at different events. She would ensure there was somewhere that Juleka could go when she got overstimulated. She took on Sabrina’s responsibilities when it was her mom’s death anniversary so that Sabrina didn’t have to worry about school. She told off the press and Adrien’s fangirls when they tried to show Marinette or Nino’s face or made Adrien unccacomfortable with the comments on his body.

Chloé always knew what to do because she was always watching and listening.

“Mme. Bustier?” Chloé called from behind the closed classroom door as she knocked. Caline glanced at the clock. 6:30 am. Classes didn’t start for another hour and a half, classrooms wouldn’t open for another half an hour. Why is she here?

Caline got up and opened the door for Chloé. “Good morning Chloé. Is there something you need to talk to me about?”

“Yes.” She played with the ends of her hair. “No one is sleeping properly.”

Caline rose and eyebrow as she sat back down at her desk. “We have had a lot of night akumas recently.”

“They haven’t been sleeping before that. Juleka and Rose can’t sleep without eachother and even then they get up every hour checking on the other. Marinette has been calling us first thing in the morning for the past month and when she does it sounds like she’s been panicking for the whole night but was scared to wake us up. Kim, Nino and Adrien startle out of their sleep from nightmares. Alya is constantly checking the Ladyblog, worried that she didn’t put enough safety precautions on it. Sabrina doesn’t even try to sleep because of the nightmares and in turn Max stays up to ensure that she’s fine. Mylene and Ivan are always up to make tea and sing for anyone who needs it.”

Caline narrows her eyes on Chloé’s face. She looked normal when Caline wasn’t paying attention but Chloé’s eyes drooped as if she could fall asleep at any second. “Are the sleepovers more frequent now?” Chloé nodded slowly. “What do you want to do about the sleeping problem?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I came to you. I was hoping that you knew what to do.”

Caline frowned slightly. “I’ll think about it, okay?” Chloé nodded with a small smile. Something was still bothering her. “Have you been sleeping Chloé?”

Chloé’s eyes widened slightly, not noticeable but still there. “That doesn’t matter Mme. Bustier! I’m fine!”

She put down her pen and closed her eyes before opening them slowly. “Chloé.” Chloé stopped at her teacher’s tone. “Are you sleeping?”

Chloé hung her head. “No, Mme. Bustier.”

“Why?”

“Nightmares.” Caline tilted her head slightly in question. “Well, I haven’t had a nightmare yet. I have flashes of akuma attacks when I’m awake and I’ve been too scared to find out what I might see when I do fall asleep.”

Chloé remembered everything. Now Caline knows that it applies to akuma attacks too.

Caline smiled as she opened the door for Chloe and Alix. “You finally got her to come,” she said to Alix proudly. It had been two weeks since the nap room had opened. It was an unused room that Caline had asked be turned into a room with couches and rugs and mats and blankets and pillows for students who can’t sleep at home would be able to sleep. They also had hired people to help with the maintenance of the room and to be there to make things like tea so students wouldn’t have to worry about that. When the school asked for donations Chloé had gotten most of Paris’ upper class to donate.

But Chloé had never been in the room.

Alix grinned as she pulled her girlfriend along. “Yup!” Alix set on one of the couches before going for 2 cups of chamomile tea for both of them and settling on her girlfriend’s lap.

Chloé took one of the cups from her and pulled one of the blankets over them, getting comfortable. It didn’t take long for Alix to fall asleep, more than content under the fluff blanket, hugging her girlfriend. Chloé couldn’t fall asleep, her body tense and scared. Alix woke up and smiled sadly at her and buried her face in the crook of Chloé’s neck, whispering something to Chloé. A few minutes later, Chloé fell asleep to Alix’s mumbling. It wasn’t a deep sleep but it was progress.

#miraculous ladybug #sabrina raincomprix #akuma class #marinette dupain cheng #max kante #adrien agreste #miraculous fanfic #chloe bourgeois #i love me a good chloé #cac

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— raining on lovers street

summary: your car breaks down, you have no service, it's pouring rain, and the closest house nearby is your 'friend' diane's.

pairing: diane sherman x reader

a/n: chloe is diane’s actual daughter in this, and diane is not ‘crazyyy’ :)

word count: 3700

You weren't one to have bad luck. You were good to the universe, and it was good right back to you. That's why, when your car broke down in the middle of a frightening, dark street, you figured that it had to be some serious karma. Especially when there was a storm roaming outside of your car doors.

This was your route home from work every night. It was always an empty street, pretty much in the middle of nowhere, so it got you home faster than the highway.

Tonight though, your car decided that it would rather shut down than take you home. Luckily, you could pull over to the side of the road before it completely broke down.

That only intensified your fear of the dark woods beside you. This road, as many times as you drove by it, always spooked you. It was not very appealing at night, as it was surrounded by a deep, dark woods.

That's why, you couldn't believe it when you first ever saw that your dear friend, Diane Sherman lived down here.

It was a secluded area, and didn't look very friend for just a woman and her daughter.

And that's also why you found yourself getting out of your car, and walking down the street towards her house once you found out that you had no service. You figured you wouldn’t.

You walked quickly, for many reasons. Multiple being, you didn't want to get struck by lightning, the cold rain was soaking your clothes through and through, and you were absolutely terrified.

That's why, you knocked on Diane's door as loud as you could, not even thinking that she could be asleep or in the shower. You were just so desperate for her right now.

Diane's sitting on the couch when she hears a knock. It's abrupt, to anyone else, but to her, it slowly drifts into the room. It's loud, and it goes on for a few more moments.

She gets up, and cautiously approaches the door. She isn't expecting visitors. She never really does anymore since Chloe had gone off to college.

There's another knock when she asks, "Who is it?" The knock shakes the entire doorframe, and the frantic first against it startles Diane.

"It's me, y/n" comes your shaky response. You don't know if you’re shaken up from the cold, or the fear, but either way, you look as if you had just walked around the entire continent of Antartica.

Diane hastily unlocks the door, she swings it open, and when she meets eye to eye with you, she straightens herself up. Your clothes are wet to the point where she wonders if you were swimming in a deep puddle. Your hair is beginning to get tangled, and the color draining from your face is suggesting that you are must not be okay.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" She says, but then moves out of the way so you can walk in "come in, I don't want you to catch a cold."

You are violently shivering. It doesn't help that the heater in your car hadn't worked either. You've been freezing the entire drive, and this had only intensified it.

You don't answer at first, because the warmth of her house is all you can think about at first. Her door closes, and you hear it lock. You suddenly don't feel so afraid anymore.

"Y/n?" The older woman asks again, she realizes that she’s trying to snap you out of your daydream.

"Yes sorry. I'm sorry. My car just broke down right down the road from here. I have no service and you were the closet nearby."

She takes a moment to process what you had said, because you said it too fast, and your chattering teeth was nearly as loud as the sound of your voice.

"Maybe I shouldn't have came here. I'm sorry, it was just really dark, and cold, and rainy and I was kind of scared. I probably sound so pathetic right now."

"No, stop it. Don't say that." Her voice is soft. Softer than a summer night. You wanted to cry at her gentleness. But you didn't. That would be embarrassing. "I'm glad you came here. Seriously. I don't want you all alone out there."

She moves closer, and want to take a step back, you really do, but you don't. You cannot fall for her further, but your feet simply won't allow you to move.

"Honey, you're shivering badly. How about we get you in a warm bath, and some clean clothes?"

She puts her hand on your back. It's warm, and it gentle. It's barely there, but it is. "You don't have to do all of that for me, Diane." You elicit an airy chuckle, as it was silly for her to take so much care of you when the primary problem was that your car had broken down.

"Oh hush, you. Don't be silly."

That was all she had said, and all you had said too, until she had grabbed your hand and brought you up the stairs.

Diane's house smelled of pumpkin, and that crisp autumn air. It smelled like home, and was a cozy atmosphere. You hadn't been here in awhile, but you suddenly missed the days you would spend in this house.

Diane kneeled down to one of her drawers, and starting digging through for some clothes for you to wear. She eventually pulled out a sweatshirt and sweatpants. If you didn't already fall down the Diane rabbit hole, then you were sure going to wearing her clothes.

To fill the awful silence, well, besides the sound of the heater, you decided to speak, "You know, It's pretty funny that my car broke down here. I was just thinking about you the other day."

It sounded better in your head, really. You weren't quite thinking when you said it.

She turned her head towards you, and stood up. With the clothes in her head, she walked to you. "Really, and what were you thinking about." She had a grin from ear to ear. You didn't know what would happen though, if you were to tell her that you were thinking about kissing her silly.

"Nothing in particular."

"Really?" She asks. She doesn't believe you. You don't believe yourself either.

"Yeah."

"Do you think about me often?"

"Almost all the time." If this were a movie, you would've leaned in and kissed her. It was great opportunity to, too. Although, you couldn't jeopardize her kindness of taking care of you tonight.

"Well then, we better get you warmed up before your brain stops working" She grinned, and walked off to her bathroom, assuming you would follow.

Like a puppy dog would, you trailed right behind her. Standing behind her, you felt the urge to wrap your arms around your waist, kiss her cheek, making her sigh and melt into your warmth.

But you weren't warm. You were freezing and soaked, which, was the first -but not the only- reason that you couldn't do that.

"The towels are right here. Soaps there. I'll just be waiting in my room. If you need help working the shower then just let me know." As she explained, and pointed all around, you got lost in thought.

You didn't want to be alone. Maybe that was one of the reasons you came here in the first place. Because you wanted Diane so badly, and that desire to be with her was trying to claw its way out.

"Can you stay with me?" You blurted, right as she finished her last word. The older woman, for just a moment, looked slightly stunned. When she looked down at your lips, saw that you were nervously biting them, and realized that your cheeks were a bright red, her face softened.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't mind but the shower doors are glass so I don't want to disrespect your privacy."

“I just...I really don't want to be alone I guess. I'm sorry, you don't have to stay in here if you don't want to" you looked down, suddenly very hot rather than cold. You wanted to kick yourself for making Diane uncomfortable.

"I'll stay. Don't apologize sweetie, it's perfectly fine, okay?" She hooked a finger under your chin, and tilted your head back up.

"Okay."

You breathed in deeply when she took a seat on the other side of the room. She looked at her fingers, the floor, anything to take her eyes and mind off the fact that you were undressing right in front of her.

Diane didn't move her attention once the shower started. She stayed put and kept her eyes on the floor the entire time. And you yourself couldn't stop glancing at her while the warm water dripped down your body.

Diane finally looked up, once you advised her that you were decent. She smiled from ear to ear, and her brown eyes grew just a size bigger. The older woman walked towards you, and unexpectedly threw her arms around you.

"You look so cute in my clothes." Her voice vibrated through your body, because her head was now rested against your chest.

You were tense. You think, by the way that Diane gently ran her hand against your back, that she noticed your stillness. Eventually though, you reciprocated the action, and used your own bold move by laying your head atop of hers.

"Its getting so late, I still have to call a tow truck" you mumbled into her hair, your voice sounding tired from the relaxation of the position.

"Nonsense, honey. Stay the night. We can do that in the morning" she said, so causally too.

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't. You're good company. It's been pretty lonely since Chloe left anyways."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be" Diane assured, she lifted her head up, though her arms still rested around your waist. "As much as it upsets me, it's good for her. I can't hold her back forever."

"You're a good mother, Diane."

The older woman moved her face closer to yours, for a moment, you thought she was going for your lips, but hers ended up placing a kiss on your cheek instead. Your cheek that was burning red. "Thank you, sweet pea. Let me brush your hair before it gets all knotted, hm?" She touched your wet strands, twirling it through her fingers. You nodded. You could've brush your hair yourself but...it felt nice to have her -only her- take care of you.

She sat you between her legs, which you weren't expecting, but you didn't mind. The brush ran through your hair, slow, and gentle. Taking her time, to where it had given you goosebumps when her fingers gradually brushed over the back of your neck.

"Your hair is so pretty" if she compliments me once more, I might actually explode.

"Thank you. I always thoughts yours was though."

You heard her giggle, and when you felt it close to your back, you realized just how close she was. In thanks, she kissed your clothed shoulder. She was...very touchy, very lovey. She had always been like that with you, but she never...kissed you so much. You two had also never really had alone time with Chloe around anyways.

When she was done with her repetitive strokes through your hair, she had got up to put her brush away. You nearly whimpered. The loss of contact, the loss of warmth; you didn't like it. Now that you knew what you were missing, you couldn't live without having her all over you.

"What if we watched a movie?" She sat back down beside you. Her hand found home on your knee, and a gentle thumb stroked back and forth.

"Okay but no scary movies" you turned your attention towards the storm roaming outside of the window. You were hardly able to see it from the raindrops grouping together on the glass. "You know...because I don't want you to get scared or anything."

"Or is it because your just a big old scaredy cat?" Came her teasing response. She moved in closer, and started skittering her nails up and down your sides.

You gasped, being sensitive to begin with, and started laughing while trying to push her hands away. Diane, after a few seconds, gave in and just rested her hands on your waist.

"Dianeee!" you dragged, you voice whiny and loud. "I'm serious. I won't be able to sleep." You tried to sound stern, you really did, but she had made it nearly impossible for you to suppress your smile.

"Okay, okay. Well, you go find a kids movie to watch while I make the popcorn." She stood up again, took you hand, and tugged you up too.

"Diane Sherman! Stop bullying me! I will not be watching a kids movie."

"Sure" she winked at you. You simply just rolled your eyes.

You walked back downstair together, then went your separate ways to said rooms. Diane's living room was cozy. It had a warm color scheme, and the lights were dim from when she previously sat in here, before you knocked at her door.

You promptly melted into her couch. You usually rested when you got home from work, but tonight, you had been on your feet for much longer due to the circumstances.

You grabbed the remote and started flipping through Netflix movies. You didn't know exactly what Diane was into, so you would wait until she returned to decide.

"Find anything?" Diane, balancing a big bowl of popcorn and two mugs of hot chocolate, asks. She set the three things down on the coffee table in front of you both, and pulled out a bulky blanket that was folded in the corner of the room.

"What about 'Grease?"

"Mhm I like it!" She says. You smile up at her.

When she sits on the couch, she lays the blanket over the both of you. She notices that she can hardly feel your body warmth. She realizes, how you're doing everything in your power to not even accidentally touch her. "Stop acting so shy, honey" she giggled, like you were playing a joke on her "you just showered in front of me and now you're nervous?"

You were nervous then too, but she's right.

"Sorry, it's just been a long day," was your best excuse. You do eventually relax once the opening credits begin to play.

A few minutes go by, and a loud bolt of thunder cracks, startling you. You jump, and hide into Diane's side. In this moment, you really don't care about the anxiety of being around Diane. Besides your feelings for her, she makes you feel safe, like you could completely shatter in her hands, and trust that she would glue you back together.

"Shh it's okay, baby" she cooed. Her arm protectively wrapped around your trembling body. And if the lightning didn't kill you, than those words sure as hell was going to. "It's just thunder, sweetie, I got you."

"I- I know. It just scared me. I hate thunder" but you still didn't bother to move, because if you did, you feared you wouldn't feel as comforted.

"You're safe with me, okay?"

You nod against her. She doesn't move either. So you focus your attention back to the tv screen, hoping to distract yourself. And it works enough to eventually lull you into a deep sleep. Or maybe it was Diane's gentle rubs on your back that put you to sleep. Either way, you were out like a light.

When you wake up, it’s from the feeling of Diane’s fingertips softly brushing over your forehead, and her saying “honey?” as if you two had been married for years.

“Hm?” comes the confused, groggy sound from your throat.

“The movies over. You slept right through it.” She laughs once again tonight, and that sound makes you think that you might’ve woken up in heaven instead.

“Oh god I’m sorry” you scoff at yourself, and lift your body into a sitting position. “I can never get through a movie without falling asleep.” Your hairs a mess, and your face is puffy with sleep. You’re embarrassed of the feeling of looking so awful around her, but she doesn’t think that you’re any less than adorable. If anything, she feels blessed that she got to see you in this state.

“It’s okay, how about we head up to bed now?” We head up to bed. Head up to our bed, is what you wish it was.

“Mhm” your lips smack together, dry, and slightly chapped.

By the time you’ve made it upstairs, you no longer feel so tired, and you’re more alert as she gently pulls you into her room.

“Are you sure?” You asked, and you don’t have to specify because she knows what you’re asking. “I mean I can just sleep on the couch or something.” You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, scratching the back of your neck as she pulls down the duvet.

“No, I want you to sleep with me if you’re okay with that. I wouldn’t have you sleep on the uncomfortable couch. Besides, what happened to you not wanting to be alone?” She mimics your words from earlier, teasing while she walks closer to you.

“I just don’t want to intrude.”

“Well maybe I want you to intrude” she says, and you could tell she’s suddenly in a playful mood. Then, in the next few minutes, you’re laying in Diane’s bed, beside Diane in complete darkness.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Night.”

You don’t fall asleep though. You can’t. Downstairs was different. You were laying on her, but not in her bed with her. It way felt too intimate. You…liked it, just not right now.

You lay still, very still. You take consideration of your breathing, competing with the silence in the room to see who can be quieter. But Diane isn’t sleeping either, and she can tell that you’re not. It’s obvious, but you just don’t realize that.

She abruptly sits up and turns on the lamp beside her bed. You look up at her, and your senses are suddenly overpowered with DianeDianeDiane. You can smell her shampoo, on her pillow, and your hair from earlier. Can see her brown eyes burning into your skin, in such a nice way. Can feel her through her clothes that you are wearing. Diane is everywhere.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” She finally says. Neither of you will get sleep until this is settled, and it’s almost one in the morning.

“Nothings wrong.”

“Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

“Are you some sort of witch now?” You ask, trying to change the subject with some silly comedy relief.

“Y/n, i’m serious. What is going on with you?”

“I guess i’m just tired” you shrugged, and close your eyes to really pull that effect.

It doesn’t work. And you realize that, so you open them again.

“Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything” she grabs your hand, her thumb brushes over your knuckles. She’s making it hard to not expose all of your feeling for her, right here, and right now.

“Diane, it’s just…”

You stop yourself, trying to figure out how to put your feelings into words. How to even figure out your feelings yourself.

“It’s just that i’m in love.”

Her throat closes up. She might cry. Who could you be in love with, after all the care she’s given you. She can’t be mad though. She can’t. She wants you to be happy, even if it’s not with her.

“In love? With who?”

You elicit a sigh, partially annoyed that she hasn’t figured it out. Annoyed that you have to tell her. “With you.”

She doesn’t answer at first, and you’re not looking at her, you’re looking at the wall, so you’re afraid that you’ve made her upset.

“And i’m sorry. If it’s makes you uncomfortable, or you don’t feel the same, I’m sorry. It’s just…i’ve felt this way for awhile and i’ve tried to suppress it, but tonight-”

She kisses you. You weren’t expecting it. Her lips touch your’s so unexpectedly that you don’t return the kiss. Not until you realize, and then you deepen it. Then you realize how soft those pink lips are, and how passionately she can kiss you.

She pulls away for a moment, and now she’s hovering over you. You try your best to keep your tired eyes open because you can not miss this. “Now why would you suppress those feelings, honey?” She asks, but it’s not necessarily a question.

She kisses you again, because she can’t get enough, and all of those bottled up feelings -especially from tonight- are pouring out after it’s been filled to the brim.

“I’m in love with you too, sweetie. Haven’t you noticed?” She pushed your hair out of your face so she could get a better look at you. You blush, and look down with only your eyes.

“I guess I just didn’t put the clues together.”

She bites her lip and smiles widely, a small giggle being heard from her. “Well with that being said, I figure that we can both sleep now?” She suggests.

“I don’t think sleeping with be a problem anymore. I need rest so I can kiss you even more tomorrow.”

“Already so needy, baby?”

“Leave me alone, okay? I’ve been waiting forever to do this” you say, and even though you have been waiting for forever, you’re only teasing her. You lean forward, and place a simple kiss on her lips to show her exactly what you’ve been waiting to do.

After a few seconds of enjoying each other, she eventually shuts off the lamp and lays back in bed. This time, your not afraid to lay in her arms as she kindly welcomes you.

“I really do love you” you admit. Her lips meet the top of your head, a little longer than a simple peck would last. “I really love you too, my y/n.”

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luvvbitten · 2 years

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Not the ideal first date

Luke Alvez x reader

Requested? Yes/no

Word count: 914

Warnings: light mentions of a knife, rest is fluff ;D

Matt Simmons try’s to play Cupid by tricking you and Luke into babysitting his kids together. Call it a win-win situation

You could hear the commotion coming from the other side of the door. Matt scurrying to get his things and Kristy yelling for the kids to behave before she appeared in the doorway. She wore a navy dress that complimented her ginger hair. It was a miracle that she got this far without a stain.

“Y/n, hey! - she said with a gracious smile - I can’t thank you enough for watching the kids. Matt and I have been pushing date night back for the longest time.” The women said looking over her shoulder, Matt now only a few feet behind her.

You could hear him mumble something, but his words were just out of earshot. Whatever he had said made the children erupt in giggles. The tall man swiftly got up from his crouched position, not before he ruffled David’s hair. The small boy quickly patted it back down.

The couple thanked you once more before heading out the door.

“Alright! Last time I promised you four we would paint, so guess what I brought!”. You pulled four 5x7 canvases out of your bag, which also had paint and brushes messily thrown in the mix. Their eyes lit up with joy, the two youngest, Lily and Chloe, clapping in victory. You sat them around the dining room table, paper tablecloth coving in case anyone spilled anything. You’d have to intervene a few times when one would attempt to consume the non-toxic liquid.

Around 20 minutes had passed when there was a knock on the door. It caught everyone’s attention. It had only been 8:00 o’clock, Matt and Kristy weren’t meant to be home until 9:30. Being in the fbi had given you many useful skills, but it also made you extremely cautious in certain situations. Especially when children were present. You shushed the 4 wide-eyed youngsters. Careful not to make any loud noises as you snuck into the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife from one of the drawers. There was another knock, but it was more of a banging this time. Your heart raced as you made your way to the door, knuckles turning white from the grip on the knife handle. You’d be damned if they thought they could get in this house without a fight.

The knife had been brought up to the man’s, now shocked, face as you opened the door. Your brain scrambling to process who was infront of you.

“Luke?!”

The name rang throughout the house. Causing the children to come running with Jake in the lead. He laughed as he watched your face turn from frightened, to surprised, and then confusion. The makeshift weapon was now lowered at your side, kids shuffling past you to hug the brown eyed man. Urging him to come to the dining room to show off the paintings. Your heart rate soon returned to normal, and the fight response died down.

“Did I scare you?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I thought I was the one watching these balls of energy. I assumed you were an intruder! What was I meant to do?! Let you in unarmed??” It was a rhetorical question. But for some reason your statement puzzled him. “Wait I thought I was the one babysitting… - his lips grew into a smirk when it hit him - Matt set us up.”

It was no secret Simmons shipped you two- hell the whole team did! Alvez’s flirty remarks and gestures would help either. It was a running joke that you two bickered like an old married couple. But no one actually expected someone to do something to push it. This was Matt’s attempt at playing Cupid; and so far his attempt almost got Luke killed and you charged with murder.

The rest of the job went smoothly. The little ones were successfully put to bed near the end of the night. Leaving you and Luke crashing down onto the couch with a sigh. “Tonight went well, besides you know- the whole knife to my throat thing”. You giggled, “yeah sorry about that. Maybe make your presence known next time.” You said looking over to him. Noticing features you usually paid no mind to. Like how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, indicating that it was real. How soft his lips appeared to be.

“Like what you see?” He remarked in his usual flirtatious tone. A red pigment tainted your cheeks. It was painfully obvious that you had some sort of attraction to him. He would take note of that too. God you hate profilers, even though you were one.

“Oh give me a break Alvez”

The Hispanic continued to watch your movements and expressions until Kristy and Matt arrived. Trying to decide if he should ask you out or not. Thankfully confidence overtook doubt.

“Y/n wait up, I gotta question.” The man jogged over to you, resting his hand on the door of your car. “I was wondering if you’d let me take you out sometime? And I know it’s probably weird to ask you in our friends driveway but-” his body cut him off when you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands. Instantly melting into your touch. “Yes, Luke Alvez. I’d love that.” A smile washed over the two of you. Luke letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto.

“Really?! Uh- cool. - he was giddy with anticipation - because this, this was not the ideal first date”

“I agree, but I’m still glad it happened”

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massivedrickhead · 6 months

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I hope i’m not late but i’m a sucker for protective Beca / only being a softie when it comes to Chloe, and this prompt seems like a perfect fit : “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?” so can I put the request in? 🥹 thanks in advance either way love your work

I'm honestly having so much fun with these prompts. I can't remember the last time I wrote and posted this consistently.

So thank you for sending this, and to everyone who's sent them so far!

16. “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Prompt taken from here

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“Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Chloe rubbed her eyes and shrugged, avoiding looking at Beca.

“Because it’s okay if that’s what it is,” Beca said. “You don’t have to be, like, embarrassed or anything.”

Chloe let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “Who still gets nightmares in their 20s?” Chloe asked, still not meeting Beca’s eyes. “What am I, six?”

Beca frowned. “Lots of people still get nightmares. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with age.”

“It’s stupid,” Chloe said, wiping away the tears that kept filling her eyes. She felt frustrated. Embarrassed. And tired.

So tired.

“It isn’t stupid,” Beca said. Chloe rolled her eyes in response.

“It isn’t smart.”

“If our roles were swapped would you be calling me stupid?” Beca asked. “Would you say I was embarrassing?”

“Of course not,” Chloe said.

“So don’t say it about yourself,” Beca said.

Chloe shrugged again. “It’s how I feel,” she said. “I should know better than to be this freaked out over something that isn’t even real.”

“Sometimes fear is like that,” Beca said. “Take me and spiders. I know they aren’t going to hurt me, but I’m still terrified.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on Chloe’s face, and Beca took that as a small victory.

“You need to sleep, Chlo’,” Beca said. “You can’t keep going like this. Tell me how to help. What do you need?”

“I need to not be afraid,” Chloe said. “I don’t know how you fix that.”

Beca sighed and looked around the room, as if a solution to their problem might suddenly jump out.

“You’ve had them every night this week?” Beca asked.

Chloe nodded. “Always the same thing. I’m being chased through the house but I can’t run away fast enough. He’s always just right behind me. No matter where I hide, he finds me. And just before he kills me, I wake up.” Chloe shuddered just at the memory of it. She’d had it every night this week, and every time she’d woken up in the early hours of the morning and been completely unable to go back to sleep. She was running on three or four hours of sleep a night, and it was starting to take its toll.

“What’s your usual bedtime routine?” Beca asked. “Do you, like, listen to music or anything, or are you one of those weirdos who goes to sleep in absolute silence?”

Chloe laughed. “Silence,” she said. “I put on my pyjamas, brush my teeth, read for a little while, and then I fall asleep. Only lately I’ve been pushing my bedtime later and later, reading for longer, until I literally can’t keep my eyes open. Then I fall asleep, have the nightmare, wake up, and just stay awake.”

Beca thought for a minute. “What if we switched up your routine?”

“In what way?” Chloe asked.

Beca checked her phone. It was pushing 10 pm now, which was a little earlier than either of them normally went to bed. “Get yourself sorted for bed and come up to my room. Amy is out with Bumper tonight.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, willing to try anything at this point.

About 10 minutes later, Chloe was knocking on Beca’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” Beca said.

Chloe entered and found Beca sitting on her bed, also in her pyjamas, typing on her laptop.

“You’ve got a choice,” Beca said. “You can either get in with me or take Amy’s bed.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow and approached Beca’s bed. “Like you even have to ask.”

Beca smiled. “I don��t like to assume,” she said. “Okay, have you got like a TV show or movie that you’ve seen so many times you could probably say it word for word?”

Chloe thought. “Probably Friends,” she said.

“Any particular episode?”

Chloe shook her head. “Dealer’s choice,” she said.

Beca pulled up Netflix on her laptop and picked a random episode.

She shuffled over slightly so Chloe could get into the bed and get comfy.

“What are we doing?” Chloe asked once she was settled.

Beca turned off the lamp on her nightstand and rested the laptop on her legs so Chloe could see the screen.

“We’re just watching Friends,” Beca said. She hit play and the episode started. “Can you hear it okay?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “It’s a little quiet.”

“But you can still hear it?”

“Yeah, I can hear it.”

The familiarness of the show began to wash over Chloe as she settled further into the bed. She let her head rest on Beca’s shoulder.

They carried on watching the show and Chloe felt her eyes beginning to close. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, trying to blink away the tiredness.

“Okay?” Beca asked.

“Yeah.”

“Comfy enough?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said again, stifling a yawn.

“Hey,” Beca said. “It isn’t bedtime yet, you can’t fall asleep.”

Chloe let out a snort of laughter, her head resting on Beca’s shoulder again.

“I feel like I’m being tricked,” she said. “Like that bit in Mary Poppins when she tells the kids they aren’t allowed to go to sleep.”

“No trick here,” Beca said. “We’re just watching Friends.”

“Uh-huh.”

They carried on watching in silence, one episode blending into the next, until Chloe was fighting to keep her eyes open.

“It’s okay,” Beca said, her voice softer than Chloe had ever heard it. “You can close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Chloe made a grumbling noise of disagreement and forced them open again.

“You don’t have to sleep,” Beca said. “Just close your eyes and listen to the show.”

Chloe didn’t want to, but she didn’t have much of a choice.

As she finally let them close, she felt Beca move beneath her, and Beca’s shoulder was replaced by a pillow.

It felt impossibly comfortable.

Friends was still playing, so Chloe kept listening until it all started drifting away.

And then she was back in the empty Bellas house. Back in the darkness. Back to running away from this figure chasing her.

Only this time, she wasn’t alone.

This time, Beca was waiting for her at the front door. Urging her forward, a hand outstretched, reaching for her.

Her hand closed around Beca’s and Beca tugged her, and they both started running.

Out of the house and away from the man.

Away from the nightmare.

She woke with a start still, but her chest wasn’t filled with panic like it usually was.

“Hey,” came Beca’s slightly raspy voice from beside her. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Chloe saw the laptop was still open on Beca’s lap, the light of the screen illuminating her tired face. It looked like she was working on a mix.

“You’re okay,” Beca said again. “I’m here.”

Chloe let out a shaky exhale as her shoulders relaxed.

“I know you are,” she said, settling back down onto the bed and falling back to sleep almost immediately.

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broomballkraken · 1 month

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Title: Chicken Chaser

Fandom: Unicorn Overlord

Pairing(s): Auch/Rolf

Word count: 1928

Warnings: None

Summary: After turning himself into a chicken with no idea how to turn back, Auch runs off in a panic. Rolf gives chase, hoping to catch the distressed sorcerer before he ends up as the main course of tonight’s dinner.

“Auch, wait! That’s where Chloe is preparing dinner!”

Rolf’s shout of warning fell on deaf ears as Auch, stuck in chicken form, shot off in a panic, and the young hunter cursed under his breath as he quickly gave chase. This was certainly a first for him, chasing after his ‘prey’ in order to save it from slaughter. He certainly didn’t want their resident sorcerer to end up on the chopping block, even if he had been acting like a prick before turning himself into a chicken.

Ignoring the confused shouts of his fellow Liberation members as he sprinted by them, Rolf reached the kitchens, his face going pale when he heard Auch let out a loud series of bawks. Rolf made haste and rushed inside, finding the chicken-sorcerer pinned to the table by Chloe, who had a rather large meat cleaver raised over her head.

“Chloe, wait!”

Without a second thought, Rolf launched himself onto the table, arms outstretched, and he snatched up the squawking Auch. Chloe brought down the cleaver a second later, the blade coming just shy of slicing the tip of Rolf’s nose clean off.

“What the hell, Rolf!?!” Chloe screeched as she jumped backwards and her arms shot straight up, sending the cleaver flying behind her and clattering to the floor. Rolf stood up, shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath while keeping a firm hold on the struggling Auch in his arms.

“Auch…This chicken…is Auch…” Rolf gasped, and he hugged the distressed sorcerer tighter to his chest when he felt him start trembling violently. He ran his hands gently over his feathers and whispered, “It’s okay. You’re alright, Auch.”

That seemed to settle him down a bit, and Auch let out a weak cluck and buried his head into the crook of Rolf’s elbow as he explained the situation to a perplexed Chloe.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, Auch!” Chloe lifted a hesitant hand, before gently brushing it over his feathers. “But…wow, you really did turn yourself into a chicken! That’s some awesome magic!”

Auch pulled his head away from Rolf and let out a bawk as his feathers puffed up. Rolf rolled his eyes; he could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him. Letting out a tired sigh, Rolf shook his head as he turned back to Chloe.

“Do you know where Yahna is? She might know how to change him back.”

“Yeah, I think she said something about meditating by the lake.”

“Thanks. C’mon then.” Rolf tucked Auch under his arm and made to leave, casting a glance over his shoulder when he heard Chloe giggle.

“See you later, Chicken Chaser!” she said, winking as she gave him a small wave before walking over to retrieve her fallen cleaver.

“...That nickname better not leave this kitchen,” Rolf grumbled, dragging his free hand down his face as he left the room, and Chloe’s laughter, behind.

“Alright, let’s find Yahna and get you out of this mess,” Rolf said to Auch, who clucked in response and pecked at his arm.

“Ugh, knock it off!” Rolf’s eyes narrowed as he tried his best to fend off Auch’s assault while also keeping a firm grip on him, and he quickened his pace. “She’s the only one that can help you, so you’ll just have to deal with her scolding or teasing or whatever you’ve got coming.”

Auch’s pecking continued, to Rolf’s incredible annoyance, but luckily for him it didn’t take long to find the elder witch, and Rolf was quick to explain the situation to her.

“Oh Auch, you silly boy,” Yahna said, letting out a deep sigh as she placed a hand on her hip, “If you wanted to learn about shape-shifting, you should have come to me in the first place. You would never have gotten into this mess with my expert guidance.”

Despite his animated protesting on the way here, Auch deflated in Rolf’s arms at her scolding, and Rolf almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Can you change him back?”

Yahna tapped the end of her staff on the ground and nodded. “Of course I can. Hold him still, Rolf. This will only hurt a little bit.”

Auch bawked vehemently at that, and Rolf had to concentrate to keep hold of him as he struggled and puffed out his feathers. Yahna let out a rather dark chuckle that made the hairs on the back of Rolf’s neck stand on end, before lifting her staff and muttering under her breath.

Suddenly, the chicken in Rolf’s arms was replaced by Auch. The former was not prepared for the weight difference, and they both were sent to the ground in a heap. Rolf landed on his back in a daze, and the wind was knocked out of him when Auch fell on top of him.

Rolf gripped Auch’s upper arms to steady the disoriented sorcerer, whose head lobbed forward, giving Rolf an up-close-and-personal view of his striking hazel eyes. Auch’s breaths were short and shallow, and Rolf felt the warmth of each one against his cheeks, which made his eyes go wide and heart start to inexplicably race.

Auch’s face was close…very close…way too close.

“Get off me-” Rolf started as he pushed against Auch’s arms, but he was cut off when he was hit in the face by the feathers that the sorcerer started coughing up. He blinked as Auch finally rolled off of him and ended up kneeling on the ground as more feathers spewed from his mouth.

“Oh dear, you really managed to miscast this spell,” Yahna said, shaking her head as she tapped her staff against the back of Auch’s head a few times, “I don’t think I’ve seen this particular side effect before.”

“You can fix it though, right?” Rolf asked, and Yahna barked out a laugh.

“Oh, of course I can…as long as he promises to come to me next time before trying out a new shape-shifting spell.” Yahna poked Auch’s back this time, and he groaned as he coughed up a few more feathers.

“How…degrading…” he managed to squeak out, and Rolf ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

“Well, I need to go help Chloe with dinner. Good luck.”

Rolf paused when he turned to leave, and he decided to give Auch a gentle pat on the back before he left the bizarre spectacle behind, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was some really messed up dream that he was having.

Dinner came and went, with Auch’s shape-shifting debacle being the hot topic of conversation, and when the sun had set and most of the other Liberation members had retired for the night, Rolf found himself enjoying some peace and quiet alone by one of the campfires.

“Ah, hello Rolf.”

Raising an eyebrow, Rolf looked up to find Auch standing across the fire, his gaze locked at the ground as he shifted back and forth on his feet. Rolf was glad to see that he was back to normal, but he was curious as to why he was here.

“Evening, Auch. Did Yahna manage to fix you up?”

“Yes…but I fear that I will never recover from the scolding that she gave me afterwards.” Auch visibly shuddered, causing Rolf to chuckle, and his gaze wandered to the log that Rolf sat on. “May I…join you?”

“Sure.”

Auch took a seat and they sat together in silence. Rolf cast a sidelong glance at him; the sorcerer had his elbows propped up on his thighs and his chin was resting in his hands as he stared at the dancing flames with a dejected look in his eyes. His shoulders were slumped, and he let out a deep sigh every so often, causing Rolf’s brow to furrow with confusion.

Rolf didn’t get Auch. One minute, he would be turning up his nose at someone suggesting that he do something that was beneath someone of his skill, only to turn around and berate himself in the next breath for being a failure and not living up to his mother’s expectations. Right now, he was acting like a wet dog without a bone, which made Rolf want to come up with a way to get Auch to pull that stick out of his ass. Maybe Mordon could help him get his hands on some strong liquor when they reached the next town…

“Um, Rolf?”

“Hm?”

Auch lifted a hand to his face and cleared his throat, and Rolf swore that he saw a light blush settle upon his cheeks. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life…and I also wanted to apologize for insulting you earlier. I took my frustration at my own inadequacy out on you, and that was unfair of me.”

Rolf’s lips set into a line as he poked at the fire; there was that piss-annoying self-loathing of his again. He resisted the urge to tell Auch off, as he did appreciate this completely unexpected apology.

“It’s fine, and you don’t need to thank me, really. I wasn’t going to just leave you like that.”

Glancing back at Auch, Rolf was given pause at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes narrowed when Auch let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped his arms around himself.

“I mean it, Rolf. If you hadn’t been there, I would have ended up on the dinner table tonight. This whole ordeal would not have happened if I could only live up to my mother’s expectations-”

Rolf couldn’t hold his tongue this time, and he cut him off sharply. “Auch, you’ve gotta cut that self-deprecating shit out.” He paused and watched as Auch’s mouth slowly closed while his gaze drifted to the ground.

“I wasn’t bullshitting when I said that you’re an accomplished sorcerer, and I really wish that you could see what I do when I look at you.”

“Rolf…” Auch’s voice was soft, and he hummed with contemplation before standing up and turning to leave. Rolf rolled his eyes and huffed as he poked at the fire, but he froze when Auch continued speaking:

“I…almost believe it when you say it, so…maybe someday your wish will come true.” Auch glanced over his shoulder, and Rolf’s eyes went wide when the sorcerer gifted him with one hell of a smile.

“Goodnight, Rolf.”

“G-G’night…” Rolf barely managed to push the words out past the lump that had formed in his throat, and he stared at the spot where Auch disappeared into the darkness, long after he had left the light of the campfire behind.

What…the hell was that about? Rolf pursed his lips as a weird pit formed deep in his gut. That smile…he didn’t think he had ever seen Auch smile like that at anyone before, and it was something else. The way that his eyes lit up as bright as his beautiful blond hair, and the genuine happiness that was displayed plain as day on his face made him look quite handsome-

Rolf cringed, the direction of his thoughts making him physically recoil, and he was sent toppling backwards off of the log and onto his back. His brow furrowed as he stared up at the star-filled sky, trying to focus on how beautiful it was and nothing else. Alas, it was all in vain, for one thing and one thing alone was at the forefront of his mind: that prickly sorcerer’s damn beautiful smile, and that caused a not-so-subtle warmth to blossom within Rolf’s chest.

“Oh hell no…”

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