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Hi! Happy New Year! I promise I didn’t abandon this fic, life just got REALLY in the way. Alternatively: Yes There Is A Third Chapter To This Fic. Remember how I said it’s built around a dream? No? Well, it is. Here you go. Please enjoy: Son Boy Comfort Ultimate.

Word count: 3,684 (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship: Love Square (Mainly Adrinette)

Warnings: None

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Chapter 3: A Consideration of Everything that is Right and Wrong in The World

Chat Noir’s first akuma after making the discovery was… well. To say it was harsh would be an understatement.

It was the end of the day, but they had still been at school. Adrien would not have known what to do with himself if he had been home. He felt like a bit of a delinquent: Nino, Alya and Marinette had talked him into skipping fencing to go to the cinema with them and watch the first showing of a movie Nino had been raving about for months. He got Kagami to cover for him and everything had been going to plan until that point, but then again why should he ever get to have nice things? He was pretty sure that was not allowed.

As soon as the first ball of slime splashed and stuck to the courtyard floor, the group exchanged looks and a quick “meet back at the theater” before running to hide separately. Nino bolted upstairs to the classrooms, Alya and Marinette ran into a bathroom; he quickly ducked into a broom closet and transformed, ready to get the whole thing over with as soon as he could. He was trying really, really hard not to think.

The akuma’s… suit? Whatever they were wearing— it was really ugly. It looked like a crafts store had thrown up on them: they were covered in the same indescribable-colored slime (purple? Orange? Blue? Brown? All of the above?) their projectiles seemed to be made of, embedded with every imaginable shade of little balls and beads and glitter, and what looked like random bits of plastic. They also had a pair of huge, chunky, bright hot pink headphones. They had leaped into the middle of the courtyard almost right as Chat Noir emerged from his hiding spot, and their voice was a loud, grating whisper.

“Come on out, children! Don’t you want to look at all the pretty slime mixing together?”

“Has anyone ever told you you have a terrible fashion sense?” He clocked the figure in the back with his baton and sent them flying off like a weird, lumpy baseball straight into the locker rooms, leaving a thin strand of purple-green goo stuck to the end that made contact.

They kicked out the double doors and exited looking even more scrambled than before, the slime over their body shifting and writhing.

“It’s not about fashion, street cat, it’s about the feeling!" They shot a ball of slime out of their extended palm and Chat jumped out of the way just a fraction of a second too late; it caught on his right hand and dragged him back fully before sticking (hand included) to the wall behind him with a gross squelch.

“You’d think a fashion designer would have better judgment” he muttered, using all the anger stirring within him to struggle against the sticky, glittery substance (why on earth was it warm? Actually, scratch that. He did not want to know). The villain approached him at a stalking pace, absolutely convinced they had Chat right where they wanted him.

“One down, one to—” A loud creak rang out from behind them and they stopped in their tracks. Chat Noir could not resist looking at the wall across the courtyard and saw Alya peeking out of the bathroom. As his friend’s eyes widened, the villain followed Chat Noir’s line of sight: they turned around just in time to catch the slightest glimpse of her head popping back in before shutting the door again. The akumatized pile of slime turned back to him and contorted its face in what could only be described as a smooshed smirk.

“Be right back, kitty cat”. They seemed to eye him up and down before taking off in the opposite direction, running toward the bathroom door with slime projectiles at the ready.

The bathroom where Marinette was hiding.

“You kids should subscribe to The Whisperer!”

… And Alya— where Marinette and Alya were hiding. Both of them.

He was barely using his brain when he finally yelled “Cataclysm!” —perhaps louder than he may have wanted to—, immediately dissolving the goo on his right hand into a foul-smelling pile of ash. He saw the Whisperer flinch halfway through the courtyard as the tips of a butterfly-shaped mask lit up at the front of their face —where eyes should have been— and peeked out at the sides of their head. That gave Chat the moment he needed to leap after them and trip them with his extended baton; using it once again like a golf club to swing the slimy form the other way and entirely out of the gates of Collège Françoise Dupont.

He gave the bathroom door a knowing smile and a nod, partly wishing Marinette knew - knew that her help and her kindness and her friendship did not go uncompensated. That he planned on making her feel as safe as he did with her. Him and Ladybug would make sure she was protected.

He stopped in his tracks at the school door, watching as the Whisperer still struggled to get a hold of their slimy form. Where was Ladybug, anyway? As used as he had gotten to villains being dealt with in minutes, with new heroes popping up seemingly out of thin air before he could even get to the team, he had been fighting alone for several minutes now, with no signs of backup to be seen.

Had she found out somehow?

This was no moment to get in his own head, but after the humanoid slime being reformed, every attack got harder and harder to dodge or counter. What if she had? It was ridiculous. It was not as if she could just know (about his horrible, awful, selfish choice to keep quiet) and have decided to leave him to fend for himself. How would she? And even if she somehow had, how would she know it had anything to do with Chat Noir? His mind offered terrible excuses, each one worse than the last, for why the worst-case scenarios were not so far-fetched— Maybe she has known it was me all along, maybe she just hates me that much . The longer she was not there, the more difficult it got for him to keep the Whisperer in check. He had no idea how much time went by, but when he noticed, he had just barely dragged the villain out on the rooftops and was dodging slime projectiles by the skin of his teeth. He had been feeling better, he had started to actually let himself go through this, reassured himself it was only temporary, that he was doing his best with the situation. Where had it gone all of a sudden?

Before he even had time to begin formulating a hurtful answer to his own questions, he felt himself be lightly lifted and whisked up into the air.

He had not let himself realize how much he was looking forward to seeing her until she was zipping him masterfully away from the fight.

Ladybug put him down on solid ground- what looked like the back of a store with enough going on to hide out for a moment. He must have been staring, because her expression went from concentration to worry in a second.

“Are you okay?” She grabbed his right hand and looked at his ring as the second paw pad blinked off (had he missed the first one?).

He quickly tried to fall back on their established dynamic. It was easy, it was familiar, it was what worked . “All good. Thanks for that, my Lady, that one was a whisker away from getting me” except that the pun was as dry as sandpaper in his mouth and sounded all wrong; his least practiced smile felt off and did not reach his eyes, as much as he tried (he had never had to try before. Not for her).

She looked him up and down with concern and clocked a bruised cheek and a still-slime-stained arm. “I am so sorry Chat, I got held up transforming and then I had to track you down, and—”

“Bugaboo” he interrupted, planting both hands on her shoulders (like Marinette had done to him when he had started spiraling). She was there and she was worried, and she was apologizing for some wild, unfathomable reason. “I’m okay. Really”.

It was true that it had been a while since he had to fight one of those things alone. The same little voice in his head that kept pushing for him to actually think instead of just playing video games all day demanded that he take the apology; just this once. He had recently begun teaching himself to listen to it.

Ladybug breathed in and sighed in an attempt to relax into Chat’s reassuring gesture, but their regrouping session was cut short by loud, approaching splats .

“Let’s just do this, okay?” She spoke looking in his direction but did not once look into his eyes. “You and me, like it’s always been.” She smiled and it was one of the saddest he had ever seen on her. He wanted to ask, but knew there was no time.

He held his baton like one would a sword and they settled into a hurried fighting stance. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

The fight was unusually quiet —On the heroes’ side, at least. The Whisperer would not shut up and their voice felt like it was just short of sanding their eardrums down to dust—. They communicated only in short phrases, looks and the occasional hand gesture. You could have cut the tension with a knife, and the living slime’s irritating remarks (“you just need to relax and listen to my voice”, “feeling the tingles yet?”, “maybe some slime will help you calm down!”) did nothing but add insult to injury. Chat was trying so hard to be in sync with Ladybug, to fall into the usual lull of battle, and he could see she was trying, too, but it just did not come. Everything about the fight was off— every move was mechanical; every tactic, strained. When she called her Lucky Charm, he had to keep himself from physically flinching.

They were done with the akuma faster than expected, but it took everything out of them— The fight was over, and nothing was fine.

The victim (some poor failed YouTuber named Ethan) insisted he could get home by himself and left the heroes alone to part ways. After a fist bump that felt as routine and hollow as everything else in the past few minutes, Chat extended his baton and began to turn around to leave before feeling a hand wrap around his wrist.

“Wait. Can we talk for a bit?” Ladybug looked up at him, and he was reminded why he could never say no to those wide, honest blue eyes. Even if she looked worried and he did not think going there was a good idea.

She pulled both of them into an empty backstreet between two nearby buildings, secluded enough that it guaranteed privacy. And she asked the question he had been fearing that entire time.

“What’s wrong?”

He could not even bring himself to say it was nothing. He just looked at the ground and fiddled with the tail end of his belt. He knew he had to say something, anything, to explain himself and his pathetic performance, but his throat stayed locked shut as he did his best to fight back the incipient prickling at the back of his eyes.

“That bad?” Her voice was not mocking or admonishing as he had expected. It was soft. There was something there that knew, on some level, what he was going through. She took a step closer to him and he tried to look up at her, but got no further than her shoulders; the tips of her pigtails messily falling over them.

“We could recharge and talk about it, if you want.” He watched as she raised a hand and placed it, gently, over his shoulder. He wanted to step back, to keep her at a distance, but he could not react fast enough, and it was too late.

He melted right then and there.

“I’m sorry, Ladybug, I am so sorry!” All his defenses broke and tears flowed down his face all at once, like they had been accumulating behind a dam.

“Chat, you don’t—”

“I failed you, I basically lied to you! I can’t even— I—” He could not have stopped himself from letting everything out for her to see if he had wanted to (he did not, and perhaps that was the worst part of it all).

The tears stung at his eyes and nose, and he felt her hands on his shoulders, grabbing at him desperately. “What do you mean? Chat? Are you okay? Chat, your miraculous, it’s—!”

He could not pay attention to a word she was saying as his legs gave out under him and he fell on the rough cement ground, barely registering the fuzz of magic washing over his body, leaving him exposed to her sight. He squeezed his eyes shut and wiped them furiously with his hands, maybe even trying, on some level, to conceal his face. He looked at the ground, the tears giving way to a wave of dry, exhausted anger.

“I could have ended this days ago. I— I should have done it,” he sobbed, “and I didn’t.”

Ladybug made no sound as she continued to tower over him, feet frozen as if nailed to the floor.

Adrien rubbed at his eyes again and made sure they could stay open. They did not sting anymore; instead, they just felt heavy. He used all the strength he had left in him to look up at her, to look directly into her eyes.

“I know who he is, Ladybug. I found out Shadow Moth’s identity.”

In her expression, he could see nothing but deep pain. He could not hold her gaze.

He did not know why she remained quiet. She did not yell at him, she did not leave. She stayed as he laid kneeling on the ground, looking at the gray cement under his knees, and spoke. He told her his story. He fidgeted with the ring on his right hand as he talked about the study, and the glint of the peacock miraculous and the book and how it had made his chest hurt. He began crying when he recounted how big of an idiot he had been the first time his father became the Collector. He had been so close, they had been so close, and if he had just used his brain instead of letting his affection-starved little dumbass heart fool him into thinking that maybe his father actually loved him, maybe, just maybe… he could have… he…

His throat locked up again and he wanted to tear his hair out, to compress himself into a minuscule marble and be launched onto the surface of the sun. He wanted to melt into the ground and rip the streets of Paris apart and swing his father into the Eiffel tower like a baseball and scream until the farthest reaches of the universe could feel his pain. All he managed was for the tears to burn their way down his cheeks again.

He did not see so much as feel Ladybug throwing herself on the ground in front of him, and through the stinging salt in his eyes he managed to see her.

She was crying, too. Shaking her head and grabbing at his shoulders again.

“Stop it. Adrien, stop that right now. This isn’t— you’re not—”

She cupped his face in her hands and wiped his tears away, even though they kept flowing and flowing out of his eyes. “Just… stop it, okay?” He did not understand why she was crying, why she insisted. He shook his head and tried to remove her hands, but they were so soft, and the tears hurt so much, he ended up holding them instead. He looked at her, concerned, empathetic, painfully kind, and let himself fantasize about a world where he was not so selfish; where he deserved her. She just kept him close. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

And she hugged him. It seemed like something impossible and wrong and like everything that was right with this messed up world they were living in when Ladybug hugged Adrien Agreste and held him tight like he was the most precious thing she had ever laid hands on. He closed his eyes and let himself melt into her arms— and he did not need to feel the electric fuzz of magic or see the soft pink glow of her detransformation behind closed eyelids to recognize her and kick himself for not figuring it out sooner. He held onto her because she still felt like a towering shield around him and like no harm would ever come to him as long as he had her, and she was just as precious to him in that moment as he felt he was for her. He loved her as much as he ever had— maybe even more.

This was it. The safest place on earth. Right here, in Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s arms.

After they separated, silence settled between them. Adrien and Marinette were sitting on the ground of the alleyway cast in half-shadows from the tall buildings on either side; thin beams of sunlight striped the windowless walls that hid them from the rest of the world for the time being. They fed their kwamis, who shared an uncertain glance, and remained looking wordlessly at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only a minute.

“I’m sorry.” It was Marinette who broke the silence first, at last averting her eyes to the ground.

This startled him more than anything else she could have said.

“About what?” His voice felt coarse after crying for so long. She seemed to think for a moment, as if going through a rolodex of instances to be sorry for in her head.

“I don’t know. About everything. About your dad, about not being able to help you, about not just… telling you?” She gestured to her earrings and to Tikki, who was digging into her second macaron and pretending to not hear them. “Maybe if I had just dealt with it as soon as you told me…”

“You were there for me, Marinette. I am so thankful for that.” Her name was sweet in his mouth, almost drowning out the bitter taste left behind by the past week. “It was all I asked for, and you went above and beyond, like you always do.”

“But you’re still not okay. We don’t know if…” He thought he saw something painful flash in her eyes, but she shook her head and it was gone. “I just wanted to make things okay for you.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make things okay.” It hurt, but it was true. “This is beyond even the best superhero Paris has ever seen.” He gave her a small smile. Seeing her look back up to meet his gaze, he could still barely believe his eyes. One of his closest friends, the one he had always been able to trust and confide in, who gave the best advice and had the most amazing ideas, was the person he loved and admired most in the world. The mix of feelings was a bit overwhelming— His chest and throat still ached from everything; from knowing too much, from not being able to do what was right for the greater good, to fulfill his duty. However, at the same time, he was sure his heart would burst out of the sheer love he felt for Marinette in that moment.

She smiled back at him. “Yeah, but you’ve kinda got a lot going on right now anyway.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at her. “I thought my job was being the clown of the team?”

She chuckled lightly at that. “Well, I always knew you were a versatile guy.” They both laughed and Marinette relaxed visibly, letting go of the strap of her purse she had been fidgeting with. Adrien noticed how much he had also needed this shared moment of levity.

He scooched forward and turned so that he was sitting next to her and leaned his head on hers, feeling her let her cheek rest on his shoulder. He reached out his hand for her to take, and after hesitating for a moment, she did. After a while of tracing over each other’s fingers with their own, it was Adrien who spoke up.

“Your hugs are firm,” he said, “it’s nice.” It was all he could do not to spurt out everything he felt when she was next to him; how safe, calm and at home she made him feel.

She let the sentence hang between them for a moment, as if she was examining it, and squeezed his hand lightly.

“Your hugs are gentle,” she squeezed his hand lightly, “I never want to let go.”

He squeezed her hand right back, brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He felt her cheek heat up through his t-shirt and a smile escaped onto his face.

“So, what now?” Marinette asked. Her voice was uncertain, but there was an unmistakable determination to it.

Adrien pulled back to look at her, but did not let go of her hand. He would never get tired of seeing her like this, fully and vehemently herself.

“I think we’ll have to figure it out together,” he said. “That’s what teams are for, isn’t it?”

She offered him her other hand and it made his heart grow at least thrice its own size.

“It’s you and me against the world, after all,”she said, a small smile painting her face a lovely shade of hope.

He took her hand and held it tight in a half-silent promise. “Just like it always has been, my Lady”.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ml #ml fanfic #and that’s it!! hope you liked it because i put my whole heart into it<3 #sorry for taking three million years to get it done #promised myself i'd finish this fic before new years and i DID im scream #the akuma was an asmr youtuber whose channel flopped so they became a sticky slime monster with the power to put people to sleep with ✨soot #I’ve always been shit at coming up w akumas but this one made me giggle #no beta we die like fuckin uh. gabe in adrien’s fantasies lmao yeet #fanfic #lex wrote a thing??

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giorno-plays-piano · 8 months

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The Lovers That Went Wrong

Pairing: psycho!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings: soft!yandere, kidnapping, threats, non-consensual confinement, manipulation, allusion to noncon, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2.4k

Summary: You flinch involuntarily as you watch him open the door to your room and take a cautious step inside as if he's keeping a dangerous animal as a pet, not a whole other human being. His eyes light up at the sight of you immediately when he sees you at the very same spot where he left you in the morning, still chained, no signs of misbehaving like throwing things around and destroying the furniture. You're not the type.

P.S. Our reader is safe and sound, no physical harm whatsoever.

P.P.S. It's not me, it's those yandere ASMRs on Youtube!

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He's here.

You've heard the key turning in the lock. Then, one more key in one more lock. Finally, the third lock has been opened, and then he goes to unlatch the second door before you hear him step inside, carrying something.

Is he going to kill you today?

Trying not to move, you take a shaky breath, eyes on the door. He's going to come in any second, and you don't know how to act to keep him happy. Is there a way to keep someone like him content at all? He's... not normal, that's for sure. Even if you smile and pretend to be fine, chained to his bed with so little room to move left you can't even reach the door, you think he'll see right through it and become angry at you for lying.

Not that ignoring or, god, getting angry at him gonna work either. If anything, making him mad at you is probably the most stupid option you can choose. So you don't. Albeit you wouldn't have the courage for that even if it did change anything for the better.

"I'm home."

You flinch involuntarily as you watch him open the door to your room and take a cautious step inside as if he's keeping a dangerous animal as a pet, not a whole other human being. His eyes light up at the sight of you immediately when he sees you at the very same spot where he left you in the morning, still chained, no signs of misbehaving like throwing things around and destroying the furniture. You're not the type. You're the type to sit and shake in the corner and cry till you feel like your head will explode.

"Hello," you murmur quietly, showing neither anger nor happiness at his return. Keeping the most neutral expression at times when you feel like a rabbit in front of a snake is torture, but better this than having him turn psychotic again.

He smiles at you, exhaling loudly like he was worried you'd start messing things up in his absence. "I see you've been good. That's nice. Thank you."

Nodding, you make yourself eat your words about all anxiety and fear you've had to endure today just to stay sane and stop crying. Being good, huh? Does he have any idea what it feels like to be locked in an apartment of someone who threatened to kill your classmates if you didn't go with him? What it felt like when he had pulled out a knife out of his backpack with a manic gleam right in front of your face and said he needed you to come with him if you didn't want anyone hurt?

You still don't understand how everything happened out of the blue. Aemond... never seemed unstable. He was quiet, sure, and he didn't hang out with other classmates much, but neither did you. He often sat at the back of the classroom, listening to professors with a blank look on his face, and seemed to slack off, then somehow miraculously pass the exams. You've never seen him doing anything special like playing sports or taking part in any university activity. He was just a quiet loner who didn't seem to enjoy studying. At one point, you thought he would drop out or change his major, but he didn't. After more than 3 years, he was still there, at the back of the classroom, sitting with a blank expression as the professors preached about the importance of the thesis for your successfull graduation and future work life.

Then, one day, he just walked up to you after the last lesson had finished while you were gathering your stuff and asked you to stay behind for a short talk. He said he needed to tell you something important. Considering you had spoken maybe five words to him throughout the whole year, you had no clue what he wanted to say, but maybe he needed help or something? You have always been good at studying, so, perhaps, he just needed your advice on his thesis.

He didn't.

Instead, he confessed he liked you and that he was concerned you were going to date someone else from your class - he gave you names of several students you had never even hanged out with - and then he pulled a huge, sharp knife out of his backpack. When you panicked, he grabbed your hand and whispered with that crazed look on his face that he would go and stab your classmates hanging out in the hallway if you didn't go with him.

So you did. You let him take you away, shaking at the thought that he put a knife in the large sewn-in picket inside his heavy bomber, ready to take it the moment you went back on your promise. He was going to stab someone, wasn't he? Given his height and strength, he might have even murdered someone. All because you refused to go with him.

When you think of it now, you wonder what would have happened if you attracted the attention of someone's on the way. Would Aemond really stab them with a knife, given the psychotic state he was in? Would he put a knife through your stomach? Or was it just bluff, and he'd drop the knife and run away, never to bother you again?

You'll never know now. You were so concerned about someone getting hurt you ended up in the apartment of a psychopath with your leg chained to his bed. It seems surreal, like it's all one big prank that's been going for far too long.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," he says, placing a plastic bag with what smells like pasta or lasagna on a little table next to the door. "Work has been hectic, but I'm cutting down my hours to spend more time with you, so you don't have to worry."

You nod, trying not to tremble like a leaf. Spending more time with you? Great. He will kill you soon once he has enough. Don't this kind of guys always do that? They catch their prey, have fun, and then finish them off only to fixate on somebody else again.

That's what's going to happen to you.

"I'll go take a shower real quick, alright?" He asks as if your opinion actually matters, walking by the bed as you instantly move further away on the floor, your back bumping against the bed.

He pauses, turning to you fully as you bite down on your tongue not to let out a sound.

"What is it, baby?" He coos, getting down to you while you stare at your knees, afraid to lift your head and see him staring you in the face. "What happened?"

You flinch as he stretches his hand to you, and he has to pause for a second again before his palm gently lands on the top of your head. He doesn't beat you. Or, well, not yet. Despite him not hurting you within the two days you've been here, you expect him to get violent at one point. Psychos always are, right?

You mumble, worried you'll make him upset, "I'm sorry. It's nothing."

He sighs, to your horror, sitting down right in front of you. He smells like coffee and French fries, and you bite down on your lower lip, remembering he works at some café. Like other people, he has a life outside of this stuffy and yet nearly empty apartment, and in this moment, it seems so strange. That someone like him smells like another human being.

"Are you scared?" He asks in a hushed voice, careful and calm like some sort of therapist. "Is that it?"

Despite all your attempts, you feel like you will cry if he touches you again. Your throat is tight, and you can't speak, so you just nod again, head bowed so you can't see his face.

He sighs again, and you hear him shifting, crawling closer to you like a spider as you squeeze your eyes shut. Will he hit you? Rape you? Do something worse? It's only logical to suppose that. In the end, that's what they do in the movies, don't they? Since Aemond is clearly insane, that's what he'll do to you.

But then, when he sits next to you with his back pressed against the bed's leg, you feel his hands on your shoulder nudging you tenderly towards him, and you don't fight him when he makes you put your head on his chest. Today he wears a long, soft black hoodie that smells like fries, too. It's nice to the touch.

"It's alright," he whispers, making you lean onto him until you are nearly on top of him while he caresses your head. "I know it's sudden for you. You probably don't even know who I am, and then I just come and confess to you like that. It's unfair, I know. I'm sorry I couldn't wait a bit longer."

Yeah, as if it's the problem.

But you don't say anything, eyes closed, as you freeze against his hoodie.

"But, you know, it got so much better. Today a customer splashed me with coffee and sad some really hurtful things, and I didn't even care," you can nearly sense him greening before he drops a quick kiss to the top of your head. "Because I was thinking of you. Waiting for me home, sleeping in my bed, wearing my clothes. I don't remember when anyone last waited me home, you know? And now there's you."

You feel his breath on your skin before he leaves a chaste kiss on your brow, and you curl into yourself even more.

"Thank you for being here with me. I know it wasn't easy for you to trust me, but you still did." He exhales slowly, probably tired after the day in the university and at work, his other hand resting on your back, caressing you through the thick tissue of his dark green sweatshirt he gave you this morning. "Thank you."

You're glad he can't see your face because you are ready to cry any second now. You are scared, and your legs hurt from staying in this position for too long, but Aemond's touch is still comforting, and you yearn someone's body warmth just to ground yourself in this moment to keep you sane.

You are so, so tired. You don't want to die. You want to believe the things he said, the promises he made to you, but he's mad, and so are you if you really want to trust him.

Minutes fly by. You have no idea how much time you spend in his arms, but Aemond seems content, arms still wrapped around you. What is he thinking now? What does he want to do to you? He didn't force himself on you yesterday, but he can tonight. It's just a matter of time, really. And when he finds it's enough, what's gonna happen then?

"Please, don't kill me," you mutter quietly in his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Your voice startles him awake. Apparently, he was almost lulled to sleep, and now he bends his head towards you again, taking your face in his palms to make you look at him. "What was that? Baby?"

It's torture to open your eyes when his face is inches away from yours, but you do, and then you cry. "Please, don't kill me."

The next second, he opens his pretty blue eyes wide as if you've just slapped him, discomfort clear on his pretty face. What? Is he unhappy you ruined his idyllic evening? Why does he look at you so distressed?

He puts some distance between you two, hands on your shoulders while he looks at you as you're sniffing, tears running down your face. You can't stand it. How long do you have to play his sweetheart before he cuts you in pieces and puts your remains in black plastic bags to dump somewhere deserted? Will he kill you quickly? Will he taunt you and mock you for not even looking at him at university? Will he try to prolong your suffering with drugs?

He shakes when he starts to speak, "I've never wanted to kill you. Never. Why would you think that?"

You let out a laugh at that, hands grasping his black hoodie you like so much. Why would you think a guy who threatened to kill your classmates wouldn't cut you in pieces, too? You have been chained to his bed for two days. It's nice to still be able to go to the bathroom, but that's about it. You have only a couple of books he brought for you to keep you company when he's gone, and god knows how long it's all going to last.

His grip on you gets tighter. "I swear I've never wanted to hurt you. Why did you think that? It's the knife thing yesterday, right? You got scared because I said I'm gonna cut Josh and Matteo." He gets more frantic, and you feel like you're struggling to breathe. "But I wouldn't do that to you. No! I swear. I've never wanted to make you feel bad. And the chain... I-I'm sorry about the chain and everything, but I wasn't going to keep you like this forever! It's... it's just for a couple of months, you know? So you get to know me better. I'm never going to hurt you! You're not my pet to discipline you or something. You're... "

He realizes the state he's in and makes himself stop, lips pressed tightly as he waits, regaining his composure as he's awkwardly trying to wipe away your tears with his sleeve.

Making some small soft noises, he sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck before he's ready to speak. God, why do you want to believe him so badly? Why would anything he say make any sense at all? Why are you hoping he really won't do anything when you have just been kidnapped and imprisoned in his home?

When he speaks again, his soothing voice makes you want to hide your face in his hoodie despite all the things he's done. "I really, really like you, baby. I know it's not much, but it's true. You never have to worry about getting hurt again as long as you're with me. It's a promise."

He coos at you, craddling you in his lap, and you have no strength left to do anything but lean closer to him and hide your face in his soft hoodie.

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Tags: @heavenly1927 @yazzzmints @devils-blackrose @lost-and-founds @kennafild @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #yandere #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #the house of the dragon

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foolishlovers · 5 months

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SOCIAL MEDIA AUs: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics that contain elements of social media such as Instagram, Youtube & Co.

You can request more fic recs here.

twitter cryptids by doctormissy (T, 36k)

Crowley's latest brilliant idea involves ranting about his undying love tiny crush on Aziraphale on Twitter instead of actually dealing with his feelings now that the world didn't end. Because he will never find out, right? Right?

Press L in the Chat (for Love) by Djapchan, Phoenix_Soar (E, 29k)

Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU — a collaboration between Phoenix_Soar (fic) and Djapchan (multivoice podfic organization & editing) for Pod-Together 2022

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T, 20k)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

No Picture Can Express by nutmeag83 (T, 12k)

Ezra Fell prefers books (and discretely watching the lovely florist down the street) to social media, but takes up the hobby at Madame Tracy's urging. Anthony Crowley has been pining after his neighbor for ages, happy to keep his distance until Ezra asks him to tutor him in using Instagram. They find they have more in common than just having shops on the same block in Soho.

your smile speaks books to me by laiqualaurelote (T, 5k)

Aziraphale's bookshop becomes accidentally famous on Instagram, to his great distress. Since Crowley invented Instagram, it's also his problem.

it's a new craze by attheborder (T, 5k)

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not. *** Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (M, 4k)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write fanfiction. As it happens, they both write Good Omens fanfiction. Of course, neither of them would ever admit this to the other. (A love story told primarily in AO3 comments)

London Book Shop Recommendations? by nothankyoudear (G, 3k)

A.Z. Fell and Co. is recommended as a local London bookshop on a Reddit post. Chaos ensues when someone actually takes the recommendation and goes there, only to find that: 1. They don't get to buy books 2. The gentle bookshop owner apparently owns a giant python And 3. The bookshop owner is 100% in love with his best friend with the sunglasses OR Ineffable Husbands told through Reddit posts.

Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils by MostWeakHamlets (G, 3k)

Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. _ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said. He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping. Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon. Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to. It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.

Crowley Invented Youtube Recommended (Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils remix) by flibbertygigget (T, 1.9k)

After Aziraphale's video on crêpes makes it into Youtube recommendations through a little demonic intervention, he quickly goes viral. Cue college students just trying to make it work, a bunch of young queers who see A.Z. Fell and his husband Anthony as "goals," and quite a few comments from one Newton Pulsifer.

Get Connected by AgentStannerShipper (G, 1k)

Crowley signs Aziraphale up for social media. Even if it's a slightly outdated one.

#reblogs appreciated <3 and come talk to me if you've read one of these!!#good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fic #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #social media au #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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voicemails: david shaw edition

i’m soft and I also love writing in this format. this is set halloween 2020.

redacted asmr: davey/angel. rated G for Goodness.

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]

Angel. It's David.

READ ON AO3

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]

Angel. It’s David. The website said your flight is still scheduled to arrive on time, so you should be in the airport around now. I didn’t expect you to pick up.

Call me when you land.

[BEEP]

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:30PM]

Angel. It’s David. You’re still at the company dinner. Call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel. Chicago is a big city, and you shouldn’t walk, no matter how close the place is. Hire an Uber. You should be able to claim the expenses back at the end of your trip.

To answer your text from earlier… you don’t even need to ask, idiot. Of course I miss you.

Call me before you leave for the hotel.

[BEEP]

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 08:10AM]

Angel. It’s David. I’m assuming the fact that you’ve not picked up is because you’re at breakfast, not because you’ve slept through your alarm. We were up late last night, a lot later than I realised... and I’m feeling it this morning. You will be too.

Be extra careful today. Don’t overdose on caffeine. No matter what the scientists in that study said, drinking that much coffee will give you an aneurysm. Don’t be an idiot.

I’ll talk to you later.

[BEEP]

–

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 6:10PM]

Angel. It’s David. The pack meeting just finished. Ash and his mate asked me to send along their regards… whatever that means. You better not be planning something. Insubordination is not viewed lightly within my pack. Whatever you have planned…. Don’t.

I’m sure you will text me professing your innocence, but I know you. You’re a menace.

Call me when you’re heading back to the hotel.

[BEEP]

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:51PM]

YOU LITTLE SHIT

[THREE MISSED CALLS FROM: DAVEY (BIG MAD)]

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:55PM]

PICK UP.

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:56PM]

ANGEL.

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[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG MAD). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:01AM]

Stop avoiding my calls. I know it was you, you little shit.

I don’t know how you managed it, or exactly how many other members of my pack you roped into this little plan of yours - but it’s not going to work.

There will be no trick or treaters visiting the house this year. I will figure out how to uninstall those lights you put up, and take down all the halloween decorations that miraculously appeared on our lawn in the middle of the night.

[low muttering] Did you get Milo’s mate involved in this? I couldn’t sense any auras-

It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to happen. Turn off those lights right now before you disturb the neighbours.

You don’t have to call me back. Just turn those lights off.

And go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.

[BEEP]

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:10AM]

THANK YOU.

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:11AM]

GET SOME SLEEP.

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:05AM]

GOOD LUCK TODAY ANGEL. I LOVE YOU. EVEN WHEN YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT. CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE FREE.

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 4:30PM]

IMAGE ATTACHMENT FROM ASHER (BIG GOOF)

GOT A SNAP OF THE BIG GUY HANDING OUT CANDY. TOLD YOU HE’D HAVE FUN.

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PRESENTATION. YOU’RE GONNA KILL IT, ROCKSTAR.

–

[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG SOFTIE). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:30PM]

Angel. It’s David. The expo should be finishing right about now, time zones and all. I’m sure it went well. The practice presentations you gave me were excellent. You’re good at articulating yourself and your ideas. Never doubt your abilities.

Asher and his mate just left. You’re still a menace, and we will be talking about this when you get back… But despite my reservations about tonight, it went well.

It was good to see them both. It’s been too long since we’ve hung out like this.

That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. But it was a good idea.

Now that you’ve finished your big presentation, I expect you to come home to me. Stay safe, Don’t let your relief make you careless. It’s still a big city, bigger than Dahlia. Stick with the group, and call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel.

I’m proud of you, Angel. I’m looking forward to welcoming you home.

[BEEP]

#redacted asmr #ej writes redacted #look this is entirely self indulgent #i've dabbled in script writing before #ngl it's very fun #i have a pseud dedicated to it: coffee and labcoats #look in my defense I did start my cross stitch project #it's very fun #writing #redacted davey #redacted david #davey/angel

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smittenvixen13 · 3 months

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My Top 50 favorite FanFics

These are not in order I am more likely to read, they're in order of chaos. Different fandoms are all listed here and these are only 50 in....i think like 3000 fanfics i've saved over my years on the internet, enjoy! ~

1.) “Chibana’s Emporium” by FrostKitten, part of their Witchtober 2021 series (link) (BNHA) 2.) “Il Dulce” by honeybodies, part of their Mafia!!! On Ice series (link) (Yuri!!! On Ice) (implied NSFW) 3.) “Honesty” by pandao13 (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 4.) “In for a Penny” by WolfsHowl5678 (link) (BNHA) 5.) “Second Chances” by ylc (link) (Good Omens) 6.) “If We’ve Got Nothing (We’ve Got Us)” by Kedreeva (link) (Good Omens) 7.) “Redefining Heroism” by ghostedmemory, part of their Brain Over Brawn series (link) (BNHA) 8.) “Raised in the Underground” by SocialNobody (link) (BNHA) 9.) “Five Minutes” by P_Artsypants (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 10.) “Customized Shoes” by Athygy (link) (BNHA) 11.) “How to get away with murder(ing Lielas)” by M-acln (R_RK) (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 12.) “blinding leaps or faith” by GuardianKarenTerrier (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 13.) “Don’t Let Me Let You Go” by SailorChibi (link) (Miraculous Ladybug)

14.) “The String That Binds Us” by FaithAndATypeWriter (link) (Miraculous Ladybug/Batman Media) (INCOMPLETE) 15.) “The First Step to Recovery is Poor Impulse Control” by Foxquills (link) (BNHA) 16.) “Stepping Side by Side” by schrijverr, part of their Steps of Us series (link) (BNHA) 17.) “Salvage” by MuffinLance (link) (Avatar the Last Airbender) 18.) “My Neighbor Shouta-ro” by Hound_of_Heaven (link) (BNHA) 19.) “Deku just uploaded: You can be a Hero!!” by iarrelm, part of their Youtuber Deku AU series (link) (BNHA) 20.) “MindJack ASMR: ComfortAudio (M4A) - Cuddle with me” by Erasercat95, part of the MindJack ASMR series (link) (BNHA) 21.) “View From the Patrol Car” by Gracefully (link) (Twilight Saga) 22.) “The Fiercest Ones Wear Pink” by quicksilversquared (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 23.) “Forward March” by lostchildofthenewworld (link) (Twilight Saga) (INCOMPLETE) 24.) “Unexpected” by XueYangsLeftPinky (link) (Twilight Saga) (a few NSFW chapters) 25.) “i walked, i ran (i jumped, i flew)” by reachingforthestardust (link) (BNHA) 26.) “Romeo and Romeo” by supercrunch (link) (BNHA) 27.) “Breaking: Local Man Leaves Apartment for Eggs, Returns with Child” by S_C_G, part of their Breaking: Local Couple Obtains Child series (link) (BNHA) 28.) “rip out those wings, darling” by kewltie (link) (BNHA) 29.) “The Contingency” by AbyssalGuardian, part of their The Contingency And Its Various Outtakes series (link) (Miraculous Ladybug/Batman media) 30.) “The Teacher Chat” by Itslivybear, part of their The Teacher Chat series (link) (BNHA) 31.) “Tell me How to Breathe in and Feel no Hurt” by MxrBoneless (link) (Avatar the Last Airbender) 32.) “You Don’t Have to Burn Alone” by GinnyRose, part of their Zuko Omegaverse series (link) (Avatar the Last Airbender) 33.) “Trust Falls” by EmbeddedinAmber, part of their Trust Feels a lot like Falling (Villain Reform AU) series (link) (BNHA) 34.) “Seduction Gone Wrong (Or Right?)” by FeelingDeadly (link) (BNHA) 35.) “One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Son” by TheFoggyLondonView, part of their Eraserhead and his Feral Dumpster Child series (link) (BNHA) 36.) “On The Prowl” by ghostgirl19 (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 37.) “cause our hearts are locked forever” SailorChibi (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 38.) “Thick Thighs Save Lives” by theseathemoonandthestars (link) (BNHA) 39.) “It’s Called Polyamory” by Arktron66 (link) (BNHA) 40.) “The Train” by Miimaas (link) (BNHA) 41.) “The Gods Have Arised” by wawaka (link) (BNHA) 42.) “Secret Santa” by Thelastpilot (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 43.) “Someone like you, Someone like me” by Innkerfuffle, part of their Standing with an Army series (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 44.) “Rainy Days” by Thelastpilot (link) (Miraculous Ladybug) 45.) “A Lesson in Omegaverse” by ContraryBee (link) (BNHA) (a bit of NSFW at the end) 46.) “Hell Hath No Fury” by LandofWordsandNonsense (Lieutenant_Nonsense) (link) (BNHA) 47.) “A Nanny? In MY Summoning Circle” by pukner (link) (Good Omens) 48.) “Petals in a Storm” by KatcadeCascade (DreamWings231) (link) (Avatar the Last Airbender) 49.) “You’re (We’re) Not Alone Anymore” by minishadowsoul, part of their Family Means Your Problems Are Our Problems series (link) (Descendants) 50.) “Tag, You’re It” by River_Nix , part of their Deku-Centric: Omegaverse series (link) (BNHA)

#fanfics #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #miraculous ladybug #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #twilight saga #avatar the last airbender #good omens #descendants #yuri on ice

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snobgoblin · 6 months

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you know those 6 characters that inspired your character memes... I wanted to do one with Flower bc I finally actually thought of some and anyway

explanations and stuff under the cut this is gonna be a whole lot of rambling

top right- 2-D. obvious. that's her dad!

top left- Angelica (asmr artist) she's known for her chaotic and often political asmrs- mostly extremely specific and weird and disturbing and they're GREAT. she changes her style up a lot which Flower does too actually. then Princess Daisy is cocky and still feminine and that's a lot like Flower

middle right- the girl from scooby doo was mostly the hippie influence bc I saw her as a kid and it changed my brain chemistry- then Sydney Pot is less of an inspiration and more "everyone knows this, I wanna do the opposite of this" (like instead of "aww 2-D has this cute baby who loves him" it's "this girl fucking hates her dad" (NOTHING WRONG WITH SYDNEY I just like to cover ground that I don't see covered))

middle left- Melanie Martinez is mostly for a lot of the political views and weed smoking and the making of weird art. then with Moana it was kinda like "well I can't think of many polynesian characters. pretty much just Moana. there should be more. Flower shall be that" I think that might be where Flower's tie to the ocean might come from actually. I'll get back to this in a second

bottom right- real life old friend- this friend was mixed and she was Honduran and Polynesian and she really wanted to see more representation for those groups, so when I make characters I try to keep that in mind. same with Y2K actually- I had a Vietnamese friend that said something about Miraculous Ladybug- I don't remember if it was "this is one of the only representations I have" or "I love this show and it doesn't have representation" bc this conversation was like. a decade ago at this point probably but I also try to keep in my mind to make Vietnamese characters because of that

bottom left- Lilo- I LOVE LILO she's probably where a lot of the autism comes from (besides 2-D) and she's just so weird (positive) like she bites people and tries to do magic on her friends to punish them. and also, Billie Eilish is where a lot of the posession imagery comes from

and as a reflection- a lot of these people are Hispanic or Indigenous American in some way- so I wonder if she should also be Hispanic or Indigenous American... I'll have to study that kind of stuff and incorporate it for the future I think- and also a lot of these characters have gapped teeth or missing teeth. I should incorporate that too- then not to mention a lot of the outfit inspiration can't be attributed to specific individuals but is probably the most impactful- and also I'm sure I forgot some pretty big inspirations but ah well ill live

#flower pot #gorillaz next gen #snoobgoobles

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maroozoons · 6 months

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GET TO KNOW MEE!!

https://en.pronouns.page/@Ashhhytonn

⟡ 🦇 ✫

ASH’S SILLY INTRO

𔓘 𓈒 ★ NAMES : Ashton/Leon/alek . ֺ 🦴

﹒ PRONOUNS : they/he

★ LIKES : Reading,Helluva boss,Carmen sandiego,sharks,insects,bugs,mammals,birds,marine life,Percy jackson(books),avatar way of the water,monster high(old gen),Pokémon trainer,Pokémon,spooky month,voltron,bluey,star vs the force of evil,Tnmt 2012, elemental,mandolin,miraculous,Hamilton,chronicles of narnia,Mulan,space puppy’s,dragon prince mystery of arravos,the road to el Dorado,Madea,powerpuff girls,never have I ever,bee and puppy cat,Kim’s convenience,the legend of korra, avatar the last air bender,blue period,aggrestuko,mlp,BNA,little witch academia,Locke & key,Maya winky Asmr( it’s funny),Trolls,The amazing digital Circus,Jake Webber,TDR( total drama Rama) ‘ # 🐾

DISLIKES : rude people , pro shippers , any form of nfsw , Abelists, etc.

𔓘 𓈒 ★ GENDER : FTM

🦇 age, 13-14

Extras? I LOVE COLORS ❤️🧡💛💙💚💜🩷

#intro post #get to know me #introduction #introducing post

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stinkythehutt · 5 months

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getting ready to shower so fuck it: star wars character skincare regimens

obi-wan: consistent three-step routine when he’s home, cleanse-tone-moisturise, all products own-brand from space trader joe’s. when he’s on the front lines he doesn’t do anything to his skin & it makes no difference, he looks the same.

anakin: wipes his face with his sleeve. once a month will scrub viciously at the acne before seeing padme & miraculously it works

ahsoka: one for a homemade DIY face mask, i hc togrutas as getting tight dry skin easily so she’s big on moisture. says to padme “hey these cucumbers on my eyes really worked!” after a homemade spa day together & doesn’t understand why padme laughs

speaking of padme: 20 step routine, ice balls, steaming, space gua sha, she’s importing skincare in from around the galaxy at a pretty penny. anakin tries to eat what’s in the skincare fridge. loves asmr skincare videos. none of it actually does much of anything she looks great either way but DONT tell her that or she says you’re a bad feminist

mace windu: washes his face with just water in the shower and thinks that’s all anyone needs to do. doesn’t understand skin concerns and will let you know that if you have any he thinks they’re your fault. “have you tried washing your face?”

yoda: bog water

feel free to add your own if u like!!

#teddy talks #this brought to u by my skincare routine #which unfortunately i am so rigid and consistent on and then still get acne #anyway you just know that before a gala or something padme is there doing her face and anakin is like:#you don’t need all that babe :)#and padme gives him such a glare he thinks she might have the force and be able to shoot lasers at him with her eyes #so he doesn’t say it again!!!! feminism king

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genderqueeradrien · 4 months

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youtube wrapped

your top videos were

In Defense Of Breaking Dawn Part 2 by Cj The X - 16 watches

3Hr Soothing Headache, Migraine, Pain and Anxiety Relief - Gentle Waterfall | Delta Binaural ASMR by Sleep Easy Relax - Keith Smith - 12 watches

i cant thiknk of any other videos to complete this bit. sorry

your top genres were

video essays by insane gay people

people making fun of colleen hoover

webinars on the neurobiology of trauma

americans&canadians ranting about car culture

2+ hour long book summaries

you watched 12 ro ramdin videos in a row. in one sitting. impressive!

you watched 27 miraculous ladybug animatics in a row over the course of 2 days.

you watched every cj the x video within the span of 3 weeks. 👍

#text

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inactive-hellish-hyperfixation · 2 years

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fandoms/characters

i have a lot of interests and ill mostly write for characters/people i hyperfixate on so this list will be a little all over the place and kinda specific at times. i hope you can still find what you're looking for, though.

marvel:

stephen strange

tony stark

peter parker (tom holland, andrew garfield)

natasha romanoff

thor

steve rogers

how to train your dragon:

hiccup

supernatural:

sam winchester

dean winchester

the old guard:

andromache the scythian (andy)

fantastic beasts:

newt scamander

redacted asmr :

lasko

geordi

sam

quick note for redacted, im willing to write both for the character x listener (freelancer in lasko's case), or a reader-insert

lab rats:

chase davenport

the witcher (netflix series):

jaskier

geralt

naruto :

kakashi hatake

miraculous ladybug:

luka couffaine

#stephen strange x male reader #hiccup haddock x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #sam winchester x male reader #newt scamander x male reader #andromache the scythian x reader #lasko x reader #chase davenport x male reader #jaskier x male reader #lasko x freelancer #geordi x cutie #sam x darlin #kakashi hatake x male reader #luka couffaine x male reader #luka couffaine x gender neutral reader #lasko moore x freelancer

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ao3feed-ladynoir · 1 year

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Tracing You

tracing you by Aurality

Could anyone blame him for thinking that this was really pleasant? If this was what it felt like to have someone really look at you he'd willingly drown in it every day. If Marinette could look at him like this every day? Something burned. A need?

Words: 3113, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Adrien discovers ASMR, Adrien being an observationally starved child, Not Beta Read, POV Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43490325

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette #💚#💖#❤️#Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #♥#R:G #A:Aurality

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artsyachaion · 2 years

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Asmr it’s been a minute since I’ve posted here and I’ve come to say I’ve made a Miraculous OC roleplay server on Discord so!!!! There’s that!!!! Take Vedalia and Ratatouille >:3

https://discord.gg/C3fnYjHxtn

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #ocs #original character #oc #my ocs #digital art #the venomanian manor #miraculous au #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #roleplay #oc roleplay

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atomic-thomas · 2 years

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(Fake ASMR Script) Meeting An Urban Giantess

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*city & traffic noises*

"Hm? Oh, another person here to bother me. Sigh... Just go away. I already get too much attention as it is."

"..."

"Hey tiny. Did you not get the memo? I said to leave me alone."

"..."

"Oh, sure. You have business with me. Right. What business could you possibly have with a girl the size of a skyscraper?"

"..."

"You just want to talk, huh? You could've just said that instead. Hmmm... I suppose it'd be healthy if I had someone to vent to. Fine. Very well. I shall humor your request to chat with me. Here, climb into my hand so I can bring you up to my face."

"Easy does it... Agh, I feel so nervous holding you like this. I'm just gonna put you on the roof of this building."

"..."

"Yeah, sorry. I just feel really uncomfortable when I pick people up. I just have this fear that I'll hurt someone by accident... Or worse."

"..."

"Why am I so big... Yep, that's an obvious question. Well, it's the most ridiculous story ever, but considering the fact that you're talking to a giant woman right now, I don't think you'll find anything I say too hard to believe."

"So the thing is... This is new for me. I was a normal-sized human just like you. What happened to me was nothing short of a miraculous advancement in human technology."

"A corporation known as 'Gulliver Engineering' sent emails out to the general public offering a hundred million dollars to one lucky person willing to be a living test subject for what they claimed to be 'The First Ever Fully Functioning Size Ray' & anyone who replied was eligible to be chosen at random."

"So of course I replied back because why wouldn't I? A chance to be part of an important event in human history & earn a fortune is too good to pass up."

"To my absolute utter shock, I was chosen. I couldn't believe it. This was actually happening. But little did I know just how much I was about to regret participating in this outrageous science experiment."

"I arrived at the lab, they made me sign a bunch of waivers & other various paperwork to confirm my consent. You know... Law stuff. And then they told me to stand on a target in the middle of the room."

"At this point, they asked if I wanted to be bigger or smaller. Personally, I've always wanted to be taller so I asked them to grow me."

"This is when things went horribly wrong."

"The machine was indeed making me grow, but I soon became far taller than I wanted to be. 10 feet, 20 feet... Eventually, I had to sit down because my head was about to break through the ceiling. The scientists were panicking... And so was I. It became abundantly clear that the machine was malfunctioning."

"Before long, the scientists had abandoned ship & evacuated the building knowing that it was no longer safe."

"I ended up demolishing the building & by the time I destroyed the machine along with it, I was the size of a hotel."

"And now... Here we are."

"..."

"How tall am I now? Uh, gee. I don't know. Probably a couple hundred feet or so. Maybe more. Haven't measured yet."

"..."

"How do I function in life now? That's the neat part. I don't. This event is still very recent & society hasn't been able to accommodate for someone like me yet. The most I've received is a giant mobile phone that was specifically built just for me as compensation for the disaster. It's better than nothing, I suppose. At least I have digital access to the money I got from this mess. Even still, I have to use the city's power plant in order to charge it."

"..."

"Oh, wouldn't you love to know about my struggles as giantess living in the modern world. I have a load of problems."

"First off, the attention. I cannot get a moment to myself. People are constantly taking pictures, asking the same questions that I give the same answers to every time. Every news station is constantly broadcasting about me every day &-..."

*helicopter noise*

"Ugh... The helicopters. We get it! There's a giant woman roaming the city! You don't have to broadcast this all the time!"

"..."

"Oh, you should've seen what happened yesterday. A helicopter flew too close to me & the blades got knotted up in my hair. The people were okay. I made sure they safely got out & reached the ground just fine, but digging a helicopter out of my hair was not fun."

"..."

"What do I eat? Well, not people. That's for sure. I'm not a monster after all. Although I'm sure I could star as a kaiju in the next Godzilla film if I really wanted to. Anyway, when I need to eat, I need a lot of food. So much that I think I'm negatively affecting the economy. I mean, seriously. When I go to a McDonald's drive-thru, I have to awkwardly crouch down so my freakishly large eyeball is peering through the window of the restaurant no doubt scaring the employees while I say 'I'd like to order a hundred Big Macs please.' God, what a bizarre life I have to live."

"..."

"Do not... Get me started... On how I have to maintain my hygiene. Use your imagination. I'm not answering that one.

"Sigh... It's just so difficult. My existence feels like a crime. A burden. Like I don't belong. Like I just can't fit in. I have to be so careful not to break anything or hurt anyone. My living conditions are in the hands of the government itself & I simply don't know what the future holds for me."

"..."

"You... Want me to hold you? Like... In the palm of my hand, right? Okay, but... Why exactly?"

"..."

"To see how it makes me feel... Well, I told you already. I feel uncomfortable when I hold anyone. I really don't want to hurt you by accident."

"..."

"You insist... Alright. If you say so. But I'm warning you right now... I really don't trust myself with your tiny body. Here, climb into my hand once more."

"..."

"My God, you're so light. Like an autumn leaf in the wind."

"You're the size of a bug to me. And to think... I used to be that size at some point. It's so strange."

"..."

"You really feel safe with me? Why?"

"..."

"Better in the hands of a gentle giantess than the cruel clutches of mankind..."

"You're... Really sweet, you know that? And... Thanks... For letting me express myself. That felt... Good."

"..."

"Sure, we can meet again sometime. At first, I was annoyed with your presence, but now... I like you. You're not like everyone else who just wants my attention for the clout. You actually had the heart to care about my feelings."

"It was great to make your acquaintance. I look forward to talking with you again."

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