#mr. pigeon....huh

[bunmurdock]

spotted pigeons and telepathic dog walkers | matt murdock x oralfixation!reader

summary: combined three inbox requests! (1) “sucking matt’s fingers for comfort” + (2) “having a bad day; matt lets you curl up in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings” + (3) “matt x oral fixation!reader; he would love how needy/clingy she is and oblige her with his fingers.” tags: humor, fluff, daddy!matt, use of a pet name (“pup”) word count: 918

“shh, there you go, sweetheart,” matt whispers. 

you're curled up in his lap. his thumb nudges its way between your parted lips, a gesture so deeply rooted in your shared moments of comfort. his skin tastes of the day's work, a hint of soap and something uniquely matt, and it grounds you, pulls you back from the edge of your anxieties.

“someone was a little firecracker today, hm? got all worked up, and now look at you, quiet as a mouse.” you suckle on his finger, cheeks puffing adorably. 

he laughs softly. “ah, there's that pout. knew it wouldn't be long.”

matt shifts, caressing your cheek with his other fingers. “let's see if we can't find a better use for that pout, hm?” his free arm reaching over to the nearby bluetooth speaker. soft, instrumental music fills the room.

“music to soothe the savage beast,” he quips, the laughter around his eyes crinkling with something more tender. he rocks you gently, the movement subtle but comforting. “or in our case, to soothe the sweetest pup in the world.”

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“you know, i was thinking. maybe we should go birdwatching like you suggested. you and me, out in the park at dawn, and you can tell me when you see the rare... spotted pink pigeon.”

the absurdity of the statement, delivered with such faux seriousness, is enough to draw a reluctant smile from you.

“spotted pink pigeon doesn't exist, pup, but if it did, i’m sure it'd be as unique and lovely as you.”

he leans back against the couch, taking you with him. the question he's been pondering dances at the tip of his tongue, a gentle inquiry meant to bridge the silence that has settled between you.

“which, speaking of, we’ve been debating at the office. how would you feel about a little office mascot? foggy and kar—”

before he can continue, he feels your body tense slightly, the shift so subtle only someone as attuned to you as matt could notice. the question hangs in the air, unfinished, as he tunes into your reaction. there's a stillness about you, a hesitation that speaks volumes to him.

“ah,” he whispers, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head. “not the time for decisions, huh? that's okay. let's get your mind off of things.”

he shifts slightly, making sure you're nestled comfortably against him. 

“so. you’re not going to believe this. today, foggy brought in this client—mr. boetticher. a guy who claims he's developed a 'revolutionary' method to walk dogs telepathically. says he can control up to ten dogs at a time with just his mind.”

“and karen decided we should test this guy's claim. so, there we were, in the middle of central park, with foggy holding onto five leashes, more scared than i've ever seen him, and this guy concentrating so hard i thought he might burst a blood vessel.”

“of course, nothing happened. well, nothing except for the dogs deciding it was the perfect time to chase after a squirrel, taking foggy on a little unexpected adventure.”

matt pauses, feeling the vibrations of your giggles against his chest. “and then later, there's frank castle,” he continues, the smile evident in his voice. “dropped by today. turns out he has a soft spot for old jazz records,” he smirks. “walked in on him and karen having an impromptu dance session in the middle of the office.” 

“really?” you murmur around his thumb, eyes wide.

“mhm. when i walked in, never seen someone jump up so fast. tried to act all tough, like he hadn’t just been serenading karen with louis armstrong's greatest hits.”

your giggle fills the room, warm and hearty, as he continues. “but the highlight of the day? the office itself. ever since we moved to the new place, it's been one adventure after another. and today was no exception.”

“we've been dealing with this... let's call it a 'haunted' coffee machine. turns out, foggy was convinced it had a mind of its own. would randomly start brewing in the middle of meetings.”

you let out a soft snort, the image of foggy arguing with a coffee machine too vivid in your imagination.

“so today, karen had enough. she declared war on the coffee machine. it was a scene to behold, pup. karen, armed with the user manual, foggy providing moral support from a safe distance, and me, well, enjoying the show.”

your laughter is muffled against his chest, the silly image of the trio taking on an inanimate object a welcome distraction. 

“guess what?” matt's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “took them three days to figure out foggy had been accidentally hitting the delayed start button with his elbow every time he leaned on the counter.”

your laughter bubbles up again, filling the room with warmth, and a look of pure fondness crosses matt’s face, a look reserved only for you. 

“but you know, the best part of today?” he continues, “was coming back to you, knowing that no matter how crazy the day gets, i've got a crazier little pup waiting for me—”

you bite down on his finger.

“ouch! alright alright. ah—no teeth.”

~

“so, how about we plan a day out? just you and me,” he teases gently, tilting your chin up to meet his smile with one of your own—even if he can’t see it, he feels it. “think of it as our little adventure, away from the stress and chaos. what do you say, pup?”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #bun’s

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I also saw someone say Adrien getting turned into a pigeon in the same Mr. Pigeon 72 episode was also foreshadowing for the sentitheory, what do you think?

I'm gonna be honest, I sat here staring at this ask for a solid minute trying to make sense of the words on my screen because this is one of the most nonsense things I've ever read. Media literacy can't actually be this bad, right?

No, Adrien being turned into a pigeon is not foreshadowing unless you think him being turned into a Reflecta clone and a Style Queen golden statue also mean something, which I highly doubt is the case. Turning people into things is just a standard akuma power and Adrien gets to be one of the victims from time to time in order to make an episode's plot work the same way he occasionally gets mind controlled. The fact that one of the things he got turned into was a bird doesn't foreshadow anything because that's not how foreshadowing works. Foreshadowing doesn't mean "I can find a way to loosely connect these two things!"

[image: the "I've connected two dots, you didn't connect shit" meme]

For the pigeon transformation to have meaning, it would - at the very least - need to be unique to Adrien in some way, but it's not. He's one of many identical pigeons and I'm guessing that this person wasn't claiming that they're all sentimonsters, right? If not, then how is it foreshadowing? What makes this transformation different on a rewatch now that we know Adrien's status? Because that's how foreshadowing works. It should play different once you know what it was setting up.

If you want an actual example of akuma-based foreshadowing, look at Wishmaker, which showed us Adrien's childhood dream vs everyone else's. The fact that Adrien has no hopes or dreams of his own while all of the real humans do is pretty clearly meant to make you go, "Huh, that's odd." Then, on a rewatch, you go, "Oh, this is because he's not a human!"

That's the way that foreshadowing is supposed to work. It's subtle or blatant highlighting of an oddity that will come to have meaning later on. You may be able to guess the meaning before the reveal, but it should play into the reveal in some way.

Another example of foreshadowing is how, in the later half of season four, the camera starts focusing on the Agreste's wedding rings every time Gabriel or Nathalie gives a command that Adrien then obeys. It's meant to make you go, "Huh, that's odd."

A weird*, but ultimately solid example of subtle foreshadowing is the butterfly logo on Adrien's shoes, hinting at his father's villain status. We know that Adrien probably only wears his father's brand and butterflies are a big deal in the show right from the start, so why would you give Adrien a butterfly on his outfit if that doesn't mean something about his father? You wouldn't, so it's obvious that this is a clue that Gabriel is Hawkmoth or at least involved with Hawkmoth. Let's compare that to the pigeon stuff to really highlight foreshadowing vs grasping at straws.

"Gabriel put subtle nods to his villainy in his clothing line because he's an egomaniac" is a really logical thing to assume. Similarly, "Everything on Adrien's body was put there with purpose by the animators because it had to be custom designed for him, so that butterfly is not an accident," is a solid logic. There is no reason for that butterfly to be there if it doesn't mean something.

"Emilie and Gabriel gave their magical designer baby a pigeon allergy to give viewers a subtle hint that he's a magical designer baby made from a peacock feather," sounds like the ramblings of a mad person. Do you also think that Adrien's inability to play soccer is going to come back to mean something outside of Penalteam? Or that him bragging about being good at physics in Evillustrator means that he's ultimately going to be a physicist*? You better or else you're cherry picking because the pigeon allergy is not given any more importance than those other little facts. Facts that were clearly only dropped for the sake of a joke.

Anyway, this is the problem with trying to claim that a random joke from a random episode must have deeper meaning. It certainly can, that's how subtle foreshadowing works, but for a thing to be foreshadowing, it has to create a clear association between A and B. It also needs to be logical. The pigeon stuff is neither clear nor logical.

Pigeon-related things that would actually count as foreshadowing in Mr. Pigeon 72 if they had been included:

Adrien!pigeon not responding to Mr. Pigeon's commands because Mr. Pigeon doesn't have Adrien's amok and that's the only way to control a sentimonster no matter their form (this would go against established lore since Adrien has been able to be mind controlled in the past, but I'm just spit-balling ideas here, okay? Work with me people! Miracular and the Paris special let him get cataclysmed without breaking like a normal senti, so retconing the rules for the sake of the plot is par for the course in my book)

Mr. Pigeon being unable to have a sentimonster because they're allergic to feathers combined with Adrien!Pigeon constantly sneezing, making him standout and be useless

Kagami being established to also have feather allergies since she's also at the pool in this episode, making it really freaking easy to establish this since Marinette is listing off random ass things that Kagami and Adrien have in common

If it doesn't result in an "oh!" or "I knew it" moment later on, then it ain't foreshadowing. But it could be something else.

*Let's circle back to the physics thing briefly because you might have thought, "Wait, that could be foreshadowing if he goes into physics, couldn't it?" And kind of! You're thinking of foreshadowing's parent technique, setup and payoff (or, at least, I've never seen it called something else.) The difference between general S&P and foreshadowing is that foreshadowing should stand out as odd like Adrien's shoes or the rings. It's something that's there to make you go, "Huh." Meanwhile, many of techniques used for setup and payoff don't require a "huh" feeling.

Allow me to explain!

Adrien being good at physics isn't weird, it's just a fun fact about him and it's normal to develop your characters as a story goes on just to flesh them out and make them feel more real. Every little thing you learn doesn't have to mean something about their ultimate fate. But sometimes the things you learn do lead to something bigger. That's just crafting a good, logical story. Knowing Adrien enjoyed physics class at 14 means nothing for his eventual career path, but if he does go into physics, it's now no longer out of the blue.

But it's also not foreshadowed. It's just setup.

An actual example of this type of thing is Marinette's diary. Her diary has been used as a nice little character quirk throughout the show. Then we get to the Paris special and - suddenly - the diary actually matters to the plot.

This isn't foreshadowing. The diary was never presented in a way that would make you think, "Huh, that's coming back later" or "Hmmm, that's odd." But it's still a satisfying moment to see her diary lead to something since it's been around for so long.

If we were never told that Marinette kept a diary and we only ever saw her hiding this pink book, then that would have been foreshadowing as we'd be thinking, "Huh, that's odd." Then we'd get to the Paris special and go, "Oh! That's what the book was!"

In other words, foreshadowing requires a reveal. I'll also note that there's no hard rules for this stuff. I tried to pick good examples that were clearly foreshadowing and clearly not, but there's grey area here, so it's okay if you disagree about some of these being foreshadowing. (except for if you disagree on the pigeon stuff. I will fight you about the pigeons!)

Another example of setup and payoff is Gabriel getting cataclysmed and then slowly dying throughout the season. His death isn't foreshadowed, it's just a thing that's happening. On the other hand, Nathalie dying via the peacock is used for foreshadowing because it leads to Adrien comparing Nathalie's illness to Emilie's, which is the setup for the reveal that Emilie used the peacock. Nathalie's illness is also just a non-foreshadowed setup for Emilie's reveal so that the peacock hurting people doesn't come out of nowhere, which is why setups are important. You can skip all foreshadowing and only use setups and still tell a good story.

The pigeon stuff was never foreshadowing, but if any of it had been revealed to mean something by the show, then it could be argued to be a situation where it was introduced as a setup for a later payoff. But the pigeon thing has f-all to do with sentimonsters, so once again, it's nonsense and people need to let it die! The pigeon thing has been used for its intended purpose: gags. That's why it came back in Mr. Pigeon 72! Mr. Pigeon 1 didn't foreshadow that, it just setup a gag that they decided to revisit it because this is a comedy and little kids probably find Adrien sneezing and messing things up funny.

*One final note: the reason I called Adrien's shoes "weird" is because the butterfly logo was great subtle foreshadowing back when people thought that was the logo for Gabriel's company. Now that the logo is a massive G, the butterfly raises questions about Gabriel's design choices since we never see it anywhere else. I've often wondered if this was originally meant to be Gabriel's logo, but they scrapped the idea for some reason. Either way, it's still foreshadowing, it's just slightly less good now that we have to ask, "Why did Gabriel put butterflies on these sneakers for teen boys and no where else?"

#ml writing salt #senti salt #ml writing critical #the pigeon thing #yeah it's getting a tag now!

[cookieswithay]

"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 2: Yasutora Sado! (More like Chad!) Ep. 1🧡

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• Orihime's pov!

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• ...Huh?

• I opened my eyes and rubbed them a bit. What time is it?

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• Better yet...what day is it? I grabbed my phone and pressed the power button.

• "Thursday."

• Thursday...a school day! Ah! I gotta get ready! I (almost) fell out of my bed and scrambled around my room. There's so much to do! Breakfast, clothes, my hair! Oh! And where's my bow!? I can't leave without it, Sora bought for me! And it's so pretty-

• 💭Orihime.

• I stopped in my tracks. My brain was suddenly full of moving pictures from yesterday...that guy. ...Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. I get to see him again today. I wonder...if he wants to see me too. Did I make a good first impression? Or...was I too much again..?

• My door suddenly opened.

• "Orihime! Are you awake?"

• "I made breakfast alre-"

• Eep! I jumped and covered my chest.

• "Sora! I'm getting dressed!"

• "Leave!"

• My brother covered his eyes and shut the door. That...was scary and a close one. I should really lock my door more often. Or ask Sora to knock more. But, he usually does-

• 💭Meow.

• Oh yeah, the kitty! I hope Mr. Shunshi found it a good home. Or maybe it's living at his house.

• Wait...

• The guy who saved the kitty...

• He was really tall and reminded me of that one cupcake I ate.

• ...

• I wonder who he is.

              🧡🏵🌼🍊(Intro song)🧃☄🧩🧸🧡

• "Morning, Orihime!"

• "Morning, Mrs. Suzuki!"

• Everyone always is so nice in the mornings. The street rules are followed. The dogs are lively. And the birds actually let me take pictures of them! Hopefully, I have enough memory in my camera this time.

• "Orihime!"

• I turned around. It was Tatsuki! I waved back.

• "Hiiii!"

• She caught up to me and pinched my cheek. And that really hurt!

• "Why didn't you wait for me?"

• "I told you I was gonna be late."

• Oh yeah. She did, didn't she? I blinked back tears.

• "I was waiting! But then, I saw a pigeon and I followed it!"

• Tatsuki sighed and let me go. I rubbed my cheek. ...Was that bad? She pushed her hair back. She always does that.

• "Oh well."

• "I caught up to you now."

• She slung her arm over my shoulders.

• "Now show me that pigeon you took a picture of."

• Oh yeah! The pigeon!

🧡

• Ichigo's POV!

• This desk is making my face really cold, but it's better than interacting with my class. Haha, they think I'm sick. (And, trouble. Cause my hair) Although, I'm sure I can't keep up this flimsy facade, at least it'll hold me for awhile. Maybe I'll even trick Keigo and Muzuiro. ...Probably just Keigo.

• Wait a second...

• I can hear myself breathe. Why's it so quiet all of a sudden. I raised my head.

• Hey...

• "Is this class 2-B?"

• (I had to guess the class, the internet was useless!)

• It's that guy again. The one who saved the cat the other day. He goes here? Everyone looked too scared to say anything, so I stood up. Losers.

• "Yeah, you got the right place."

• He looked at me.

• "Thank you."

• He said. Everyone freaked even more when he fully walked in. A few one 'em looked like they might even pass out. And this guy is completely oblivious. I "coughed" and pointed to the empty seat next to me. I hope this guy gets the hint. He strikes me as someone's who slow on the uptake- Oh, nevermind. He's coming.

• ...Goddamn, he's tall. The moment this guy sat down, I was...intimidated? No, not intimidated...overwhelmed. He's HUGE. His hair covers his eyes and he's tan. He's probably not from here. And if I get crap for just my hair, this guy probably has loads of problems.

• ...

• Do I wanna be friends with this guy-?

• "Ichigo!"

• I looked through the door. It's Orihime! Kensei won't be back for a hot second... Maybe I can just say hi. (Keigo said it too, but I drowned him out.)

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• Orihime's POV!

• I tried not to laugh as Ichigo "walked" towards me.

• (He tripped over someone's backpack and his friend was tugging on him🤭)

• He eventually got out of the classroom and leaned on the door.

• "Good morning, Orihime."

• I smiled and bowed down. All my hair falling with it.

• "Good morning, Ichigo."

• He cleared his throat and looked off. ...Do I have breakfast on my face?

• "Do you want something or are you just saying hi?"

• That's...a good question. I...don't have a reason. I just spotted his orange tuft of hair and spoke to him before I could even think about it.

• So, I shrugged. And that made Ichigo laugh.

• "Ah-em."

• Oh yeah...Tatsuki's still here. How embarrassing.

• "Since when do you two know each other?"

• Wait, Tatsuki's knows Ichigo? Since when? Did she always know him or did they become pals here?

• "I'm the new member of the 'happy feelings club'."

• Oh, he's gonna explain.

• "I'm sure Orihime told you all about the cat situation."

• Tatsuki sighed.

• "She sure did. She called me the moment she got home."

• As they talked, I looked through the window of class 2-B. Huh? Most of the girls in this class are the ones that say they'll come to the HP club, but don't. ...It's the kitty saver again!

• That gives me an idea..!

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• Ichigo's POV!

• "Ichigo, be more careful, you moron."

• Tatsuki sighed, crossing her arms.

• "You would've died, if Orihime didn't come along."

• "I know."

• I already got the 'be safe' careful speech from Yuzu yesterday. (Mr. Shunsui gave my old man a call about what happened.)

• "Ichigo! Ichigo!"

• I looked down. Orihime's on my arm. She's making the "lean down" motion too. So I did.

• "Can you do me a favor?"

• She "whispered." I nodded.

• "Sure, what is it?"

• She looked back at my classroom.

• "Can you ask him to join our club?"

• Huh? I looked up.

• "Who?"

• The ginger pointed at the new guy who's sitting next to me now. Mm...that might be tough. Not only did I only say 2 words to 'im, I don't know if we can trust him yet. He seems quiet, but I've been duped before.

• "Are you sure?"

• Orihime nodded.

• "He's a good person, I sure of it.

• Okay...um...

• "I'll have a answer for you after school, okay?"

• She smiled. Whew, it's okay.

• "Well, the bell's gonna ring soon so..."

• Orihime let go of my arm and stood next to Tatsuki again.

• "Bye, Ichigo. I'll see you later!"

• I chuckled and waved. Tatsuki nodded to me too. I watched them off, thinking.

• ...

• How the hell am I convince that guy to join the happy feelings club!?

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• Sometime later...

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• Chad's POV!

• I think Ichigo wants to be friends with me. (I saw his name on his folder earlier.) All day, he's been asking questions and just staring. I don't mind, I guess. I think he might be doing it for his girlfriend though. I saw them chatting in the hallway earlier. And right now, Ichigo's following me. Or is he grabbing the volley balls too?

• ...

• This is getting awkward.

• "Uh, Ichigo."

• He looked up.

• "Do you need something?"

• He looked away. ...I thought so.

• "Y'know, you don't have to hang around me out of pity."

• "I have friends that don't go to this school."

• I hope I didn't come of as rude but... This isn't the first time this has happened. I just want to end it before he does.

• ...

• I don't hear anymore footsteps. Guess I got my point across.

• "Hey."

• I turned around.

• "I'm not talking to you out of pity."

• ...

• "I genuinely want to be your friend."

• He walked past me and grabbed a ball.

• "Whether you want to be friends with me is your choice."

• "But just know,"

• Ichigo held the ball up to me.

• "I'm choosing you to be on my team for the game."

• I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I'm...I'm okay with this.

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• Orihime's POV!

• "Alright, Orihime! You're up to bat!"

• Tatsuki shouted. We girls have baseball for p.e. today! West girls against East girls! (Our school is split into two. It has a interesting reason but, I can't remember.)

• I gripped the bat tightly. Loly's pitching. If I don't hit the ball at the right time, it'll hit my breast! Or my throat, or stomach, or somewhere else painful. But, me and Tatsuki have been practicing. I'll...be okay.

• "You got this Orihime!"

• (Chizuru cheered.)

• "Good luck!"

• (Michina)

• "Hit the winning point!"

• (Machana)

• My friends are cheering me on. I can't miss the ball now. I took a breath and stared in Loly's pink eyes.

• I can do this.

• The ball flew.

• I swung.

• And..!

• "Oof!"

• A volleyball hit me in the face instead? I fell one my butt, a little dazed.

• "Orihime!"

• Is my nose bleeding? Or is that...it's probably blood. Someone pulled me up to my feet.

• "Who the hell did that!?"

• "I'll give the most painful and slow death ever!"

• It was Tatsuki. (And the other bit was Chizuru.)

• I was leaned against her shoulder. My nose doesn't hurt anymore. So, I should probably save whoever's facing Tatsuki's wrath. I stood up straight.

• "Tatsuki, it's okay. I'm fine-"

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• Ichigo's POV!

• Shit!

• I moved Tatsuki out of the way. And stretched forward. I won't forgive myself if Orihime falls!

• I missed her by a second.

• Dammit!

• Whoosh!

• I saw Chad's hand grab hers.

• (So, I named the guy cause I don't know what's on his birth certificate. Sue me.)

• "Sorry about the ball."

• He said, oddly calm. He always is, but this was a serious adrenaline rush. My chest actually hurts. Orihime looked down. I nearly saw spirals in her eyes.

• "I'm...a-okay!"

• Whew, at least she sounds okay. Hold on-

• "Whoa, you're nose is bleeding."

• Like ALOT. Damn, how hard did I spike the ball? (...Really hard. Ikaku kept taunting me.)

• She stood up and wiped her nose.

• "Ah. No, Orihime. You'll get blood on your arm."

• I said, using my own shirt to wipe nose.

• "What's going on over here?"

• Dammit, it's Coach Zaraki. All the girls (except Tatsuki) hid behind Chad. I swallowed hard. Guess I'll explain.

• "We, uh, accidentally hit Inoue here with our volleyball."

• "So, we're just apologizing."

• Zaraki narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at Orihime. And he cupped her face with one hand. I flinched. That's not hurting her, is it?

• "Hmm..."

• The blood trickled on his hand.

• "You're fine, child. Just get some napkins and get back to baseball when you're done."

• "Got it?"

• Orihime nodded. And he turned around. FINALLY, he's leaving-

• I felt a big hand on my shoulder. Dammit, I spoke too soon!

• "You can go with her, but in exchange,"

• "You're coming to the ring tomorrow."

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• Orihime's POV!

• Uhh...Ichigo looks scared! Is Coach Zaraki telling him something scary!?

• I felt a tap.

• I looked back. The cupcake guy wanted something. Oh, and he has a tissue. I took it and blew.

• "You're Orihime, right?"

• I nodded. I am but...how does he know? We just met now.

• "I saw your flyer and Ichigo brought you up."

• He did?

• "Was it nice things?"

• I did NOT mean to say that outloud.

• "Uh-huh."

• No details. Okay then...

• "Ichigo told me you need new members."

• "Do I have to bring something to the table?"

• I gasped and almost cheered! But, I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.

• "Just bring anything that makes you happy."

• He remained quiet and nodded. I think I saw a little smile though! (And a brown eye too!) He picked up the ball and walked away.

• ...

• Aw, bean sprouts! I forgot to ask his name! Ichigo popped back up next time me.

• "Okay, I grabbed a hell ton of napkins and-"

• "Oh, you already got one."

• He looked around.

• "Chad went back?"

• I nodded. (That's his name?)

• We walked to the fence and I used a few more napkins.

• "Did...he say anything to you?"

• I smiled.

• "Yeah! I think we got a new member of the club!"

• "High five!"

• Ichigo chuckled and put his hand on mine. (It wasn't hard like a normal high five though.)

• I sighed. A new friend and a new member.

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• "Bye, Orihime. See you tomorrow."

• "Bye, Michina!"

• I gotta round up my things quickly. Sora's picking me up today. And I have to babysit Nel. Plus, I'm getting really really hungry, since I lost my lunch earlier. I picked up my satchel and zipped out if my classroom.

• (Not before leaving my finished assignment on Mr. Jushiro's desk. And a candy bar too. Can't let his blood sugar go down.)

• "Excuse me!"

• I dashed through the hallway. Once I get in the car, I'll test Tatsuki that I'm getting home safely-

• Once again, I slammed into something. But, this time it was a back. A tall-ish one.

• "I'm sorry. I should've been more careful!"

• I saw GLASSES next me. Oh my goodness, I bump them hard!

• The person (turns out a boy) picked up the glasses and put them back on. Huh? He has band aids on his fingers.

• "Be more careful next time."

• And he walked away. Hm. I stood up and dusted my skirt off. Sora's probably waiting-

• Hold on a sec. I bent down.

• It was a keychain. With a beautiful little doll on it. I looked at the bustling hallway. Was this the glasses boy's doll?

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This accidentally longer than the first episode, but I hope everyone enjoyed this! And the intro music. I...wish I fleshed this episode out more, but I have good plans for the next episode! So please, stay tuned and warm😎)

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[impala-dreamer]

His Return

A Supernatural Story

~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~

Vampire!Dean Winchester x Reader

1,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 

A/N: First published to Patreon July 2022. See what you're missing?

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works  

The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.

You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.

A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.

Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.

“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.

One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.

“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.

Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

“Dean?”

A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”

It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.

He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.

“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”

His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”

A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”

He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”

Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”

Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that…”

His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”

Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”

“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”

He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”

Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”

“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”

He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”

“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.

You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.

“So, just passing through town?”

He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”

“Sam with you?”

He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”

“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”

“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”

Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.

“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”

Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.

He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.

Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.

“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.

“I’d love to.”

He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.

Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.

“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”

Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”

His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.

He stands back as you step inside.

“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”

His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.

“Nice place.”

The door shuts and locks behind you.

“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”

Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”

A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”

His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”

Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.

He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.

It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.

He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.

“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.

You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”

He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.

You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.

“Dean-”

“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.

Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.

“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.

The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.

He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.

The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”

He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.

“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.

He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.

“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”

He doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.

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[neonbrutalism]

Would it be weird to want to read a small drabble of Miguel, who in the middle of training Miles, gets hit in the face by a drone? Cuz if it happened to Peter, and it happened to Miles, who's to say Miguel should be spared of that fate?

Miles is pretty sure the drone is buzzing them.

He gets it. He's the cool, new Spider-Man! The people of Brooklyn want to know more about him. See his tricks, his Js, his whole New Spider Thing. They want to know the ins and outs and ... probably maybe want to see if he's gonna die horribly like the last Spider-Man and catch it on video this time. It's like they didn't realize New York's heroes were human under their masks and now that they do, they have some kind of death pool going. Miles just wishes they'd go put their bets on Daredevil instead of on him.

Miguel is kind of aggro about the whole thing. The first drone that creeps on them, he just glares at for a minute before shooting it out of the sky.

The internet is covered in pictures the next day of "DEATH MASK SPIDER-MAN WEBS DRONE" and resulted in about eight bazillion thirsty comments about Tall, Dark and Clenched. Miles takes a lot of joy in reading a few of them out loud to an increasingly embarrassed Miguel the next day - until Miguel snatches his phone and tries to toss it into the river. Followed shortly by trying to toss Miles into the river.

The drone novelty wears off pretty fast after a web Miles is swinging from gets chopped by a drone blade for the third time that week, leaving him plummeting to the streets before he catches himself. Eventually, he grabs a drone and tells it directly, into the camera, to knock it the fuck off.

That doesn't help. If anything, it makes things worse. Now, he's getting buzzed every day - and sometimes, if Miguel's there, by multiple drones at once. He's pretty sure three of them see him mistime a swing and see hm wipe out on the roof and hit a pigeon coop.

They're turning a sharp corner when one of the drones comes in too low - Miles spider-sense lets him down and he only notices it when it's about 6 inches from his face and coming at him full speed.

But it's gone before he can so much as blink. There's a vicious crunch of metal and concrete and when Miles lands and looks around, Miguel's grabbed on to the corner of a building, mask half-pulled up and the drone crushed between his fangs. The plastic is sizzling a little from the venom dripping on to it.

"Woah," says Miles as he lands next to his weird ass mentor.

Miguel unclenches his jaw and drops the drone to the sidewalk, where it shatters further. He looks vaguely disgusted at the taste in his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," he says, unamused.

"Teeth first, huh?" says Miles, lightly.

Miguel says nothing and spits out a shard of plastic before pulling his mask back down, grumbles something under his breath and leaps up to the roof. Miles follows him, snickering.

When they get back to Miles' home later that night, his dad is waiting for them on the roof and looking both amused and unimpressed.

He wordlessly turns his tablet to the Daily Bugle's website.

DEATH'S HEAD SPIDER-MAN DESTROYS PRIVATE PROPERTY IN VICIOUS, UNPROVOKED ATTACK!

With a still shot of what is ... definitely the inside of Miguel's mouth, right as the fangs crack down on the drone's camera.

"... You know, you can just call the police when you boys see a drone. They're illegal in the city," his dad says.

"I'll ... keep that in mind," Miguel says, not meeting Miles's dad's eye OR looking at the tablet.

His dad turns back the tablet and scrolls down, "Ladies seem to be digging the fangs, though."

"I have to go."

"Girls these days love the vampire look."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Morales," Miguel says as the portal back to Earth 928 opens.

"Hey, the Daily Bugle hates you and all the women love you, you're really part of the Old New York now!" says Miles.

"I'm gonna let that thing hit you next time," Miguel grumbles as he steps into the portal and vanishes.

"... At least he took the attention off of somebody else's Roof Top Poop Coop Fail," his dad says, "But there's a compilation of it. Three angles. Great cinematography."

Miles sighs. He should have let the drone hit him. At least then he might be getting some sympathy.

#i have never written a prompt in an ask before so thank you for this #Miles Morales #Miguel O'Hara #Fanfiction #Mostly Intact #Alternate Universe #across the spider-verse

[flightfoot]

So I have no idea how asks work, I hope o am doing the right thing.

Sooooo any miraculous fan fiction suggestion? Maybe something chloe focused? Because I am basically running out of fic about that on ao3,butaybe maybe maybe you can help me? Thank you!!!!!!!!!!(oh and thank you even if you don't aswer oh and sorry if I am disturbing you!!!!!)

Have a nice day :)

I'm happy to help! I read a crapton of Miraculous fics so I can help. I'm glad you specified Chloe fics because well, I need something to go off of.

Oh yeah, it probably goes without saying if you know me at all, but none of these fics will demonize Alya, Adrien, the class, any of that sort. I don't tolerate those fics.

So first of all, @generalluxun really likes to write Chloe fics, so looking through his AO3 page is probably a good idea. I Won't Let You, which is a one-shot of Felix and Chloe talking at the Hawkmoth defeat party, empathizing with each other's circumstances, is a particular favorite of mine, if you want a taste.

Now onto the rest of the fic recs!

well somewhere along the way our words I must've gotten lost by @noirshitsuji

Beelya where Queen Bee visits the Césaire house after Alya writes an article about her fighting Mr. Pigeon alone. Normally Chloé would like the publicity but Alya had titled it ‘The Birds and the Bees’. After that she ends up coming back to complain about her mother. And her father. And about the fact that her oldest friend seems uncomfortable around her. Her visits becomes weekly, then almost nightly. (Don’t forget to include Chloé redemption (and some “Bee Movie” jokes).) * Alya isn’t quite sure how she ended up here, in a place where she isn’t even surprised Chloé would seek her out to talk about her dad, where she wouldn’t even mind her doing so, where she would expect it, where she would– (–thud. She might be in trouble.)

I loved seeing Alya's and Chloe's relationship grow and change through the years here, becoming closer and trusting each other more!

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Can't Sleep Either, Huh? by EmeraldButterfly

Chloe gets up late at night. Turns out she’s not the only one who’s worried about Pollen. (AU where former Miraculous holders have an empathetic link with their kwamis)

This one's really short, but I love Zoe and Chloe comforting each other, since they can both feel what Pollen's going through at Monarch's hands over the link.

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at our wedding by @anna-scribbles

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.” // Adrien and Chloé, wedding planning through the years.

This one's great for seeing how Adrien's and Chloe's relationship in particular has changed over the years, though Felix is involved a lot as well.

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Restorative Justice by @kasienda

Chloé has never been a fan of Ms. Bustier’s community building activities. In fact, she detests them. She doesn’t want to learn about the drab boring lives of her peers. And she absolutely can’t stand it when their confessions make her feel things. Feelings that she doesn’t even have names for. But when Adrien unknowingly shares his struggles with his double life, Chloé vows she will do anything to get Ladybug to set things right. Even if it means pissing off the heroine. Chloé was already mad at her anyway.

I love this, everyone sits down in a circle and talks about their feelings and problems and work on making things BETTER, on healing and fixing things.

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This last one is a special treat, it's one of the best Miraculous fics I've ever read (and that is saying a LOT).

Hold Me By Both Hands by @angelofthequeers

“I know he said never to take you back,” Plagg mutters. “But he’d change his tune if he knew.” He looks Adrien straight in the eye and, more serious than Adrien’s ever seen him before, says, “There’s someone you gotta meet. He’s been looking for that book for ages.” How differently might the events of season 2 have gone if Adrien had also known of Master Fu from the start?

This is a rewrite of seasons 2 and 3, with Lila being active and sneakier, Adrien not being left in the dark, and everyone talking things out a lot more. I ADORE the interweaving plot threads of this fic, it's fairly episodic in nature and it packs a lot into its word count.

The single best plotline it has, and the one that shoots it up to the top of my list of best ML fics, is its Chloe Redemption plotline.

Basically, Adrien says he won't be friends with Chloe unless she starts treating people decently, and so, taking this to heart, she goes looking for help in learning how to do that because well, she doesn't want to lose Adrien. So naturally, she goes to Marinette.

Marinette helps, but there are no shortcuts here. If you've seen The Good Place, Chloe's character arc here is a lot like Eleanor's was there, with her not only needing to learn how to be nicer to people, but t find reasons to WANT to be a better person, outside of simply wanting to avoid a bad outcome. I literally wrote an essay about Chloe's character development in this fic, THAT'S how much I loved it.

Anyway, seriously, check this fic out!

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #chloe bourgeois

[vennyvenadito]

I watched Derision and….oh God, it’s a mess

I hated it

Everything was so lame

Everyone was so out of character in this episode

And I gonna ask this, when Mari was akumatized, we see her memories right?, alright, now can some please tell….why the heck we could also see other characters point of view???!!! Isn’t this sequence is in Mari’s POV?? Like, someone explain that

And please, look me in the eye and try to tell me this backstory make sense, come, try

Because none of this make fucking sense!

And before you go to tell me otherwise, I’m saying this as some who was in the fandom since season 1, like, when everyone where trying to figure out who Hawkmoth is, that old I am, so no, no try to tell me I don’t know anything about the show and the characters because I know them perfectly

So yeah I can tell, Chloe wasn’t this type of ““eViL””” in previous seasons back then, Marinette wasn’t even scared of her, she was just annoyed by her, even before Alya came she wasn’t really afraid of her, she was like “ugh, this bitch”

And tell me Mari, if you where so traumatized about falling in love with someone, than why didn’t you do the same thing with Luka and Chat Noir huh?, Please explain yourself young lady?

In fact, why are you panicking in front Kim??, you always acted normal around him!!

And for last, I just loveee the doble standard in this show

Marinette can be excused of her stalking behavior towards Adrien, every bad thing she does was just because she is traumatize, so please don’t be harsh on her, after all, she is young, and kids do stupid thing

But nooo, no no, Chloe shouldn’t be excused, forget the fact her mom is a abusive bitch, forget about the fact she openly say to Ladybug she feels useless, forget the fact she was only Adrien’s best friend back then and did care about him (watch “Collector episode 1, season 2), forget the fact she has Andre as a pathetic excuse of father

Because every teen can be forgiven except Chloe

She is evil, she always will be, she can’t change, because Thomas say so, and if you not agree than you are an abusive person, your evil as well

And Mylene…shut up, please

When Thomas would release that not everyone reacts the same way on trauma?

Back to Mari’s panic attacks, everything go to fast to me!, there’s no time no analysis what the hell is going on, also, didn’t she used to be in the public pool before this episode?, like, Mr Pigeon 72 never happen I guess

Also, this episode make her look worse because back in season 3 in Animaestro, she fucking team up with Chloe, Chloe, her bully, the person who made her life back then a living hell, to humiliate Kagami in front Adrien

What the hell Mari!?

And Chat….sweety, honey, I love you, and I insist your deserve better but….please don’t do that, this isn’t you, your not like that, your better than this

Anyway this episode is trash, is literally every salt fic in one episode, every single cliche of a generic backstory perfect for a Wattpad’s fanfic

And please, instead of trying to tell me every episode that Chloe is evil and I should hate her, what not you guys try to focus in more interesting lore instead? Please, like, kwamis, Gabriel and Emilie? (Representation doesn’t count)

And even then, why show this episode in season 5, you literally have a lot of seasons to show this, and you decided this was the right moment??

Ok, that’s all I wanted to say

Se ya folks

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[starlight-bread-blog]

The Adrigami Breakup Was Hot Garbage.

This is the episode where Adrien and Kagami break up. The reason why they broke up is because Adrien is Cat Noir and will always have to hide things from Kagami, and she's not having it. It's an episode about how the job of a superhero demands sacrifices, about how Adrien lost his girlfriend to his duties.

But this entire thing falls apart due to both Adrien and Kagami acting from out of character to infuriating. Adrien isn't actually shown to face these struggles as Cat Noir. We don't see him "being a responsible superhero" he's just goofing around and getting Ladybug's attention.

Adrien: Finally! Free at last! Plagg, claws out!

And here when Ladybug doesn't show up to their daily patrol:

AdriCat: So, Mr. Banana! Life's peachy, huh? *gets ignored*Peachy? Banana? Get it?.. Forget it.

AdriCat: So! Mr. Ramier! It's been a while since you were akumatized, right? Kinda miss being Mr. Pigeon? You haven't been feeling depressed? Or desperate? Or angry? Annoyed maybe? Not even a little perturbe?

Mr. Ramier: Thank you for asking Cat Noir but I am in the best of spirits, really!

This is the face Adriem makes after he says he's feeling good and isn't gonna get akumatized:

AdriCat (disappointendly): Well I guess I'm out of here then.

Mr. Ramier: Say hello to the lovely Ladybug for me!

AdriCat: Sure thing! If I ever see her.

Literally, this entire first act is establishing that Cat Noir is sad and lonely without Ladybug to the point where he wants people to get akumatized. Like go back and watch the episode this is insane.

Only after that we get to Kagami. And the relationship is.. off. Kagami lies to both their parents to buy her and Adrien time alone in the art room. She asks him to pose for a sketch, he makes a couple model poses, and the bullshit begins.

Kagami: These are all modeling poses. Try something that's more neutral, more you.

Adrien: What about – meow! *Makes a Cat pose* I mean, now? *nervous chuckle*

Kagami: No. You're not at all neutral.

Adrien: Yes I am, I promise. This is me.

Kagami (intensively): No. That's you when you're being silly.

She's downright rejecting his true self and being a control freak. Where did this come from? They used to crack jokes and have genuine fun together (ie Desperada). This is extremely out of character. But it's not over..

Adrien: What if when I'm being silly, I'm really me?

Kagami: *Gets up closer to gently make him pose*

Adrien's expression is.. um-..

Kagami: There. This, is really you.

Adrien: Do you really think..

Kagami: Yes. You're... perfect. *Leans for a kiss*

What does this scene tell us about their relationship? It tells us that it's toxic, that Kagami is controlling, doesn't care for Adrien's boudries and refuses to see who he really is. Which as I mentioned, goes against her characterization in previous episodes.

After whatever that was Adrien keeps getting called to his duity as Cat Noir. This back and forth continues for a while. But as we established, it's not a meaingful sacrifice to leave Kagami because being a superhero is just professional (and not so proffesional) playtime for him. And the episode keeps on reminding you that all throughout. We cut from Kagami being alone at a party they were supposed to go to together, to this:

AdriCat: Ma'lady, it's been a while since I had this much fun.

Ladybug: *Laughs* If battling a super villian with 3 eyes and a giant monster budy is your idea of fun, I can't imagen what your other days are like.

And in the same conversation:

AdriCat: You can count on me, and my jokes, Bugaboo!

Ladybug: Well, you don't have to over-do it.

AdriCat: The truth is, I only ever have this much fun when I'm with you.

And then he comes back straight to Kagami like nothing's wrong. She confronts him about his lies to her and gets akumatized.

Even when he fights Akumatized Kagami to save her, they still make a point at showing you he's having fun.

AdriCat: I can't wait to see what you're gonna do with a drone.

And his reaction after Ladybug confronts him about sacrificing himself:

Ladybug: Seriously you've got to stop doing this to me!

AdriCat: Yeah, but I can't resist this angry little pout of yours when you bring me back.

Excuse me?

And then, I am not kidding, while still being with Kagami, this happens:

Adrien: *Stares into the sky* Oh, Ladybug...

Plagg: Aww how romantic! I get it, even if I do love every cheese on the plate, I always come back for my favorite.

After fencing class they have the conversation. The break up is caused by Kagami not being not being able to trust Adrien. And this is how thw show, including Adrien himself, frames it too.

AdriCat: You know the difference between us and the rest of the world, ma'lady? We can't be completely honest with each other. We keep secrets, and sometimes we have to lie.

Okay, let's sum everything up:

He emotionally cheats on Kagami and is willing to admit it out loud with no shame.

He loves that subject of infatuation so much to the point where he's openly sad about monsters not attacking Paris.

Shows no remorse to leaving his girlfriend every time they are together, and very explicitly enjoys his time with another girl he's in love with.

At the end of the episode him and the writers push all the bs under the rug and claim Adrien is just following his duties.

....Wow. I remembered Lies being a terrible episode for Adrien but it wasn't until I watched it again that I've realized how much Adrien sucks. I am trurly baffled. Top tier character assassination.

And let's not forget Kagami. What the hell was that? Why did she act like that? Why all the sudden she's toxic and controlling?

Well, all of this nonsense is done to serve a very obvious not-so-hidden hidden agenda: Ladynoir good, Adrigami bad. The writers pretended to tell a genuine story about the duties of being a superhero but couldn't help but sneak in this horseshit. They essentially wanted you to subconciously pick up on what this episode is really trying to say: Kagami doesn't know Adrien's true self, she forces him into the "perfect role" and is incompatible to him. While Ladybug knows his true self. Therefore, Adrien can only be happy with Ladybug.

Kagami isn't controlling and incompatible to him. But that didn't matter to the writers, they have a message to put out. They had retcon her characterization to create a contrast that didn't really exist.

And this applies to Adrien too. He needed to be happy to leave his girlfriend to push the... "message". He needed to emotionally cheat on her like he did to push the message. He sacrificed himself so it would show his so-called love for Ladybug. He wanted people to get akumatized so he could be his true self with his beloved Ladybug. But all of these things don't make him to be compatible with her and destined to be with her, they make him an a$$hole.

And I'm not gonna buy into this message they snuck in there with retcons and infuriating behaviors.

#anti adrien #anti chat noir #anti cat noir #anti adrien agreste #anti ladynoir #anti miraculous #anti miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #miraculous ladybug critical #miraculous critical #anti mlb #ml writing salt #mlb salt #ml salt #mlb critical #ml critical #anti ml #adrigami #pro adrigami #adrien x kagami #kagami x adrien #kagami

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

An Ineffable Meeting

This is my first time writing for Dream of the Endless, but I thought it turned out okay. This takes place after season one’s events, and is a crossover between The Sandman and Good Omens. As always characters are not mine, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Description: Morpheus and Y/N, who happens to be Anthony J. Crowley’s sibling, have been dating for a while. Morpheus thinks it’s time for him to meet Crowley, but Y/N is all too aware of how their brother can be

Warnings: suggestive at the end, otherwise none (but if you catch something that I missed please let me know!)

Morpheus had witnessed countless beings and entities in both the Dreaming and the mortal realm. Some divine and others horrific, the many faces that the Lord of Dreams viewed seemed to blur after a century or two. However, he never expected that a demon would stand out the most to him.

After being ushered out of the Dreaming by Lucienne, Morpheus found himself seated on a park bench feeding the pigeons. Lucienne claimed that he had become overly stressed the past week, but Morpheus did not see the need for relaxation. A century of imprisonment created a void of pressing matters that could not possibly be ignored. Still, he found some enjoyment from the soot colored avians pecking away at his feet.

“You do know that pigeons prefer sourdough over a baguette, right?”

Morpheus looked to his left, annoyance etched on his face from being disturbed. His displeasure was replaced by curiosity as he took in the person before him. They appeared to be human, at least in the physical sense, but Morpheus was not naive. He could pick out a demon without a second glance, but for once in the several eons of his existence he did not feel the normal disgust that came with meeting members of Hell.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I know these creatures on a very personal level, and they are incredibly picky about their bread.” The demon smiled at Morpheus as they pushed their aviator sunglasses up, the dark lenses preventing him from seeing their eyes. “The name’s Y/N, by the way.”

Morpheus observed the snake tattoo under Y/N’s right ear, the symbol oddly familiar to him, before rolling his eyes and focusing his attention on the birds once more. “It appears that they like this bread well enough.”

“You are rotten at introductions, Mr. Dark and Brooding.”

Morpheus was taken aback by the unexpected nickname. Did this demon who called themselves Y/N truly not comprehend that they were standing before one of the Endless? Y/N tilted their head as they smirked. “Do I know you from someplace? Where exactly have I seen you before?” They tapped their chin in contemplation before snapping their fingers triumphantly. “Twilight! That has to be it!”

“Perhaps you will recall my visit to Hell. Your sovereign, Lucifer Morningstar, called upon every demon to stand before me so I could find my stolen helm. You would have been among those numbers,” Morpheus stated coolly. “I am Morpheus, King of Dreams and ruler of the Nightmare Realm”

“Funny story that,” Y/N admitted with a nervous chuckle as they rubbed the back of their neck, “I may have skipped that call to go to a book signing. Hastur was pissed at me for weeks, but that uptight asshole got over it eventually. On the bright side, guess I can ditch these now, huh?” Y/N removed their sunglasses, and their serpentine eyes met the lighter ones of the dream lord. The realization hit Morpheus as he straightened his back against the bench. “You're a Crawley? The same to have infiltrated the Garden of Eden and tempt humanity. ”

“That was my brother, Anthony J. Crawley, but we go by Crowley now. We found it to be a better fit for us both.”

The chimes from the nearby clock tower located at the center of the park made Y/N jump. “Oh shit, I’m late! We will have to finish this conversation another time, Dream Lord.” The demon rushed off before Morpheus could even offer to take them where they wished to go.

***

That encounter had taken place half a year ago, and since then Morpheus and Y/N Crowley had formed a close bond. It had taken some time, for Morpheus was hesitant when it came to relationships. He was not new to partnerships, far from it in fact, but this relationship was not one that he wanted to lose. This was the reason that Morpheus had summoned Y/N to his throne room.

“Did you really miss me that much, darling,” Y/N quipped as they strutted across the marble floor that stretched in front of Morpheus’ throne. “You are lucky that I finished my demonic business this morning.”

Morpheus rose from his throne to meet the demon halfway, his coat floating gently with his movements. The corner of his lip raised slightly as he stood before Y/N. “Do you find gluing a penny to the sidewalk to be demonic work?”

“It’s the oldest trick in the book, and it has fooled many humans! There are countless times that-”

Morpheus silenced Y/N’s rant as he placed his lips against theirs. Y/N smiled through the kiss as they raised their hand to feel the soft ends of Morpheus’ dark hair. The two parted as Morpheus moved his hand to cradle Y/N’s cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there. His eyes glittered with adoration for his lover, but Y/N had learned every slight detail of his facial expressions. There was more to this look.

“Why are you acting so lovey dovey? I can tell by that look in your eyes that there has to be another reason for calling me here, Dream King.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as they tried to deduce what Morpheus could possibly be up to, and the demon caught on to his plan. Y/N shook their head in disagreement as their slitted eyes averted to the floor. “No, no! Absolutely not! We can’t do this now, Morpheus.”

Y/N only ever used Morpheus’ name when they were serious, but he pursued the idea nonetheless. “If not now, then when? We cannot delay this any longer, my love. By now Crowley is more than aware of our relationship, and he will be expecting to meet the one who is with his sibling.”

Y/N could not meet the icy blue eyes that pleaded with them to give in. The demon always crumbled if they looked into his eyes. “I-I just don’t know how he will react. You are one of the Endless, the greatest beings on this or any plane of existence, and to bring someone so powerful around my brother…he may feel threatened.”

“Then I will reassure him that I am capable of loving you despite my reputation and my position. Please, Y/N, arrange a meeting with Crowley.”

Morpheus rested his forehead against Y/N’s, and he felt their shoulders relax. “Fine, but only if you are on your best behavior.”

Morpheus smiled, a rare occurrence that seemed to happen more frequently when he was with Y/N, and he placed a quick but sweet kiss on the end of the demon’s nose. “Only the best for you, my little serpent.”

***

Morpheus and Y/N walked arm in arm down the London street, which was surprisingly empty despite the warm rays of the sun shining down upon them. Y/N was wearing their classic aviators just in case a human happened to pass by, but even the dark lenses did not stop them from taking in Morpheus. How was it possible that this gorgeous being was with a low level demon like them? With that spiky hair that was soft to the touch and eyes that reflected the afternoon light, even the small wrinkles that formed around his eyes as a gentle grin rested on his face. He could be with anyone in existence. Yet, here he was, fully devoted to them and only them. Y/N squeezed Morpheus’ arm as they pressed closer to him, their own smile forming despite the nerves bubbling in their stomach. “We are almost there. Are you sure that you want to do this? We can turn back if you want.” Y/N tried to plant their feet in the ground and move back the way they came, but Morpheus held them close.

“Yes, I want to do this. There is nothing to fear, and everything will be well.” Morpheus intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s as they strolled the final length to their destination. The sign above the corner shop read, A.Z. Fell and Co., and the door was answered by a curly haired blonde before the couple even had the chance to knock.

“Oh Y/N, it is such a pleasure to see you again! It is also a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Morpheus, or Lord Morpheus if you would prefer? Of course I can use any term that you would like…” The man who opened the door continued to ramble as he fiddled with his tie.

“Please,” Morpheus stated, “Morpheus will suffice, I assure you.”

“Brilliant! Oh, I do apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Aziraphale, and I own this little shop. Please, do come inside. Your brother is waiting in the parlor.” Aziraphale stepped aside to let the couple in before rushing off to the kitchen. Y/N escorted Morpheus through the thin path that weaved between stacks and shelves of books, many of which were covered in dust. The two entered the parlor, and Y/N braced themselves for what was to come next.

“Hello, brother dear! Hope you and Aziraphale left plenty of dessert for us. Your sweet tooth has stolen many delicious treats from me,” Y/N spoke as they hugged Crowley.

“Angel is the one with the sweet tooth, little Sis, not me. I did manage to save you some this time, though.” Crowley wrapped his arms around Y/N briefly before turning towards Morpheus. Crowley reluctantly offered his hand, a glare evident despite the sunglasses he wore. “Morpheus, I presume?”

Morpheus clasped the hand that was presented to him. “You are correct, Mr. Crowley.”

“Don’t call me, “Mr. Crowley”, it sounds like that bloody Ozzy Osbourne song. Crowley is fine.”

“As you wish, Crowley.”

Crowley moved back to his previous spot while Y/N and Morpheus sat on the couch opposite of the one he was on. Y/N removed their sunglasses and placed them on the table. “You can take yours off too, brother. I promise you that Morpheus is not one to judge.” Crowley took off his sunglasses with an audible groan, clearly wishing to keep them on. “That’s surprising considering he is one of the Endless.”

“Hold your tongue,” Morpheus growled. If looks could kill, Crowley would have been disincorporated instantly. Y/N began to fiddle with their hands, a clear sign that they were uncomfortable with the conflict, and upon noticing their movements, Morpheus moved his hand to encompass their own. “What I meant to say was that my siblings and myself have been portrayed as heartless beings who do not care for others. This is nothing but a rumor, and I have been looking forward to meeting you, Crowley.”

Y/N was put at ease by the new reply, but Crowley was still very tense. “I’ll go see where Azi is with those desserts,” Y/N mumbled quickly as they clamored into the kitchen. Surely, Aziraphale would be able to help their brother relax. In the meantime, this left Morpheus and Crowley alone in the parlor.

“Your sibling means a great deal to me. My life remained stagnant before they arrived, and now I could not see my future without them. The Dreaming prospers more than ever, and I believe it is due to them being by my side.” Morpheus meant every word he said, but Crowley wasn’t buying it.

“I’ve heard all this before. “ ‘Y/N is my world’ this, and ‘I would never hurt Y/N’ that. Well, they did hurt her. You will be the same.” Crowley sat with his arms crossed as Morpheus began to feel agitated.

“Why do you assume that I would dare to hurt Y/N? They have told me about the past and the lovers who have harmed them, and I am showing them the love they deserve and should have received long ago.”

“I assume these things because you are one of the Endless!” Crowley was standing now, his face matching the fiery color of his hair. “Beings like you take what they please and then throw it out just as quick! That will not happen to Y/N. Not on my watch.”

Morpheus pushed himself up and stepped towards Crowley. Even though the Dream Lord towered over Crowley, the demon did not budge. Y/N and Aziraphale entered with the desserts. “Look! Aziraphale ordered those mini pies that I adore,” Y/N said giddily. The chipper sound of their voice caused both Crowley and Morpheus to snap their heads towards them.

“Oh, I told Angel that you would enjoy having some of those,” Crowley replied with a shrug as he backed away from Morpheus. Aziraphale escorted Crowley to sit, his soft expression counter to the grimace that Crowley still wore. Morpheus was still standing as Y/N passed him a mini pie. “You must try this, my darling. These are absolutely to die for!”

Morpheus felt a wave of calm at the melodic sound of his lover’s voice, and he took the pastry with a smile. “Thank you, but I have no doubt that this human dessert does not compare to the sweetness you show me every waking hour.”

Y/N blushed as they scurried over to sit on the sofa again. Aziraphale could not contain his joy as he looked between Morpheus and Y/N. Crowley on the other hand was making no attempts to hide the rage he felt towards Morpheus, the unspoken actions of their broken up disagreement on the verge of exploding from him. Morpheus sent back a displeased glare of his own.

“Did I miss something?” Y/N asked.

“Other than Morpheus proving my point, no,” Crowley sneered as he reached for his own mini pie. Aziraphale swatted his hand, causing him to gape at his normally peaceful boyfriend. “What was that for?!”

“You know what it was for, Crowley,” Aziraphale commented sternly. “Morpheus is our guest, and it is obvious that Y/N is smitten with him, so please behave yourself, dear.”

The sip of champagne that Y/N had attempted to take almost ended up all over their brother sitting across from them. “Azi, you are too kind.”

Y/N shot a look at Crowley, catching him and Morpheus competing for dominance in a staring contest. That was the last straw. “Would you two knock it off! This is precisely why I didn’t want to bring Morpheus here in the first place!”

“How do you know you can trust him? I will not let you be hurt again, especially by an eternal being with a stick up his ass!”

“Morpheus, we are leaving.” Y/N angrily put on their sunglasses, hiding the tears of frustration that threatened to fall from their golden eyes. Crowley knew that he upset his sibling, and that familiar twinge of guilt took over. “Y/N, please, I didn’t mean it-,”

“Crowley, if I may,” Morpheus interjected. “I understand your apprehension about me. In the past I was unkind to many beings and closed myself off from the world, but I swear to you that is no longer who I am.” Morpheus grabbed Y/N’s hand, his eyes soft and welcoming. Y/N accepted and leaned into their lover. “My life is no longer filled with sorrow now that Y/N is with me. I do not wish to cause them more pain, but I will be the one to heal their broken soul.”

Y/N gave a short laugh. “I don’t have a soul, Morpheus, but I appreciate the kind words, love.” Morpheus feigned offense, but the way the corner of his lip curved upwards revealed how he truly felt. Crowley, after listening to the words of the Dream Lord, understood why their sibling fell for him in the first place. The red head let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, I may have jumped the gun a little here,” Crowley admitted. Aziraphale nudged Crowley in the ribs, urging the demon to keep up his apology. “And I am glad that you will be there for my sibling, Morpheus.”

Y/N smiled now that the tension evaporated, and both Crowley and Morpheus were equally happy to see them so pleased. The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and Crowley telling as many embarrassing stories about Y/N as he could. After the sun disappeared and the onyx sky spread over the earth, Y/N and Morpheus stepped out of the bookshop.

Aziraphale waved excitedly from the entryway, Crowley’s arm resting securely around his waist. “Please do visit again, you too! Next time I will cook a proper meal!”

“We will be back soon, Aziraphale! Love you, big brother!” Y/N called back as sand swooped around them and Morpheus.

“Love you too, Y/N, and don’t be too flirty with my sister, Morpheus, or I will come to the Dreaming and deal with you myself!” Crowley threatened with a smirk. The sand already engulfed the two beings before Morpheus could throw his own witty quip, but that did not stop him from telling it to Y/N as they stood before his throne. “Your brother is quite the character. He reminds me of Desire, but he is much more tolerable than them.”

“That tiff you had with Crowley says otherwise, and I am not sure if I have forgiven you entirely.” Y/N crossed their arms and turned their back to Morpheus, a playful smile unrevealed to Dream. Y/N was caught off guard when Morpheus scooped up the demon and moved to his throne. He sat down and placed Y/N onto his lap before layering a row of kisses up their neck. Morpheus stopped when he reached Y/N’s ear.

“Do not forget who rules this realm. Still, I do not wish for you to leave here upset.” Morpheus pulled back, his eyes darker and full of yearning. “Allow me to show you how genuinely sorry I am, my beautiful serpent.”

Tags: @pinksirensong , @literaturememesfordummies , @bryandechartisasmolbean , @unaviodabledirewolf , @igotanidea , @iloveangstposts , @chevvsgotanumbrellatattoo , @onyxblackwinchester , @malevolent73

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream #morpheus #dream of the endless #sandman #the sandman #the sandman imagine #the sandman netflix #tom sturridge #morpheus imagine #sandman imagine #good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphel #morpheus x reader fluff

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

IRONFAM PROMPT <3. basically Tony Peter and harley are cuddled up watching a movie but Peter keeps spoiling it and so Tony and harley tickle him

Movie Night

Summary: See prompt above :)

(For the record, I work with teenagers so I'm basing the conversation around how they talk 😅 Also, they recently watched Spies in Disguise so that movie is fresh in mind 🙃 Hope you enjoy Anon ❤️😅)

"Oh! Ahhhhh, can I get you something to drink first?"

"Bet you the water turns him into a pigeon."

Harley shoved him. "Peter! Shut up!"

Peter shoved him back. "And then Lovey flirts with him."

"Peter!"

Tony sighed. "Pete, knock it off."

"It was just a guess Mr. Stark!"

"Yes, but you've seen this movie before so you know what's going to happen."

Peter rolled his eyes, but quieted down for a bit.

Harley even settled back down so they could enjoy the movie. "Thank you."

However, as the movie progressed to the next scene, Peter's antics started up again. "Bet you they blow up his house."

Harley shoved him. "Peter!"

"Pete, if you don't stop annoying him---."

The younger boy feigned innocence. "What Mr. Stark? I'm doing anything!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you tonight Pete?"

Peter sunk down into his seat and crossed his arms. "Nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm fine Mr. Stark."

Harley turned to glare at his surrogate brother. "You won't be if you don't shut up!"

"Oh yeah!" Peter snapped back. "What are you going to do about it!"

"Boys! If you both don't stop, I'll cancel movie night!"

Both Harley and Peter thankfully fell silent. Even though he may not be a fan of the movie, Peter even kept his mouth shut for a while.

However, Tony watched him lean closer to Harley. "Bet you Walter doesn't make it across."

Before the older mentor could respond, Harley dug his hands into Peter's armpits.

"SQUEE! MR. STAHARK!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "What's going on Har?"

"He did it again Tony!"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHIHING!"

"Uh-huh." Tony leaned closer. "So you whispering to Harley had nothing to do with the movie."

"EEP! WHAT WHISPERIIIING!"

Tony leaned back into his seat and switched on the subtitles. "Uh-huh."

Harley paused. "Do I have to stop?"

"I didn't tell you you have to?"

"W-wait---!"

Before Peter could get another word out, Harley started massaging circles into his ribs.

The teen squealed and tried to slide down. However, Harley pulled him up and into his lap. "HARLEY NO! LEHET ME GOHO!"

"Betcha you'll squeal again if I do this!"

Peter bent in half when Harley shook his hand into his stomach. But he also did squeal upon impact.

"Ahand I betcha you'll roll if I do this!"

"NAAAAH!" Peter rolled over onto his side as Harley dug into his thighs. "JERK!"

"Oh, now I'm the jerk?" The older teen buried his hand into the back of Peter's knees.

"EEK! YES!"

"Not you for literally spoiling the movie?"

"IHI DIHID NOTHIHING!"

"Liar."

"HONEST!"

Harley pinned the young teen in his lap and lifted one finger. "Admit you were being a jerk during the movie, or I'm going for your weak spot next."

Peter desperately tried to protect his stomach. "Noho! Don't yohou dahare!"

Harley readjusted his grip so Peter couldn't bend over as far and slowly lowered his finger down. "Then admit you were a jeherk."

"No!"

"Your choice."

"But Ihi dihidn't do anything!"

Harley's finger descended closer and closer. "5."

"No!"

"4."

"M-mr. Stark!"

"3."

"Plehease!"

"2."

The older man shrugged.

"What!"

"1."

Peter jumped as Harley slipped his hand under his shirt and dug his finger into the teen's belly button. "AH! W-WAIT!"

Harley smirked. "0."

Peter bucked and squirmed in his surrogate brother's hold. Harley was playing dirty! "SQUEE! GET OUT!"

"Admit you were a jerk."

"NO!"

"Thehen you get tickled."

"NO!"

"Then what do you have to do?"

"NOHO!"

Tony chuckled. "Yohou're doing exactly what hehe wahants Har."

The older teen looked up. "What?"

"He's annoying you becahause hehe knows you'll reahact." Tony reached over to spider around the thrashing teen's neck. "And he'll gehet tickles."

"EEK!" Peter blushed. "SHUT UHUP!"

The older teen's smirk grew even larger. "Oho reallyhy?"

"MR. STAHARK! YOHOU JERK!"

The older mentor sipped his water.

"Well if it's tickles you want." Harley switched to spidering around the younger teen's tummy. "Then yohou're ihin for a treat."

"Ach!" Peter's grin grew. "Nohohoho!"

"Soho this is ahall it took to make you stohop?"

"Noho!"

"I would have done this ahagehes agoho!"

Peter squealed again as Harley moved to another spot.

Meanwhile, Harley turned to Tony. "Care to help me ohout Tony?"

"NO!"

The older mentor grinned. "Whyhy suhure Harley. I'd behe honored toho help."

Peter squirmed away as two more hands joined in on tickling him. "NAH WAIT!"

Harley chuckled as he spidered down to another spot. "Ihi think this should behe our new movie nihight tradition."

"Couldn't ahagrehee more Har."

Peter didn't give a verbal response. He just laughed his little heart out under the fingers of two grinning tickle monsters.

#lee peter 1 #ler harley #ler irondad #ticklefic

[isweartheyregayyourhonor]

As an offering due to ao3 getting absolutely wrecked, here’s a sneak peak. :)

Sneak Peak:

The tension in the room could be cut through with a butter knife. It was thick and nervous, emanated by every thespian there. Outside the auditorium, they had all gathered in anticipation of Mr. Vaughan posting the audition results. Her stomach churned with the suspense of it all. Every couple of minutes Cynthia could feel Lydia’s eyes on her. It made her feel uneasy, but she was safe for now. The other girl was lounging with her sidekicks on the other side of the room. 

Realistically, Cynthia knew it was only a matter of time. She knew what that pull felt like - how every fiber of your being felt a universal need to be close. Like the Moon to the Earth, you would inevitably gravitate towards your soulmate. Still, she resisted it, thinking of the consequences that would result if she let it. 

When the door opened to reveal Mr. Vaughan with a crisp paper, a hush fell over the room. As he pinned it to the board, he gave everyone a tired smile before getting out of there as soon as possible. The thespians flocked to the results like a hoard of pigeons honing in on a spilt tray of french fries. Instead, Cynthia leaned against a nearby wall until they cleared out. 

Despite all of their prior complaints about the play being Romeo and Juliet, everyone was a flurry of excitement now. Slowly, she approached the results and her breath caught in her throat. She got the part. Truly, she hadn’t been expecting to land a role. She was ecstatic; the emotion bubbled up in her chest and manifested in the way her hands did a twitchy dance by her sides. 

Beside her, someone cleared their throat. She didn’t have to look to know that it was Lydia. Surprisingly, her apprehension about talking to her didn’t put a damper on her mood. Still, she pushed her hands flat against the side of her thighs and tried to keep her face neutral when she looked at the other girl. 

“Mercutio, huh?” 

“Yeah. To be honest, I was expecting ensemble.” She had to look away, she had to. One more second of looking at her soulmate and it would all come crashing down. Squinting at the list, she found Lydia’s name penned in next to Juliet. It was expected, of course, but it still brought an upward slant to her lips. 

It was quite for a moment until she responded, turning towards the greaser with her palm extended like an offering. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, looking down at Cynthia like she had the answers to a myriad of unasked questions. “The name’s Lydia, by the way.”

Swallowing and nodding at the same time, she took her hand and shook it. Electricity sparked where their skin touched, sending that all too familiar chill racing up her arm. Before the other girl could question it, she dropped her hand. “As I’m sure you know by now, I’m Cynthia. Nice to make your acquaintance.” 

She was made hyperaware of her body by the eyes piercing into her. Her palms were sweating and her fingers were twitching. She could hear her heart racing, fighting her conscious mind for control. Everything in her screamed at her to run while she still could. Before this beautiful girl in front of her could figure it out and ruin her. But she stood with her feet seemingly buried three feet down in a lake of quicksand. She wasn’t going anywhere. 

“You're not half-bad for fresh blood.” Again, the brunette coughed like there was something stuck in her throat. To Cynthia, it felt like her heart was trying to come up her pharynx instead of air. She scoffed quietly at the attempt at praise, knowing that the girl likely meant it kindly. 

“Right.” Mentally gathering herself, she prepared to leave. Abandoning this conversation now would be the only way to keep this girl at arm’s length. At a safe distance. Putting her hands in her pockets, she shrugged and began walking off. Suddenly, a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled. Startled, she paused and looked up at Lydia. The hand quickly fell off, pulled back like it was burned. 

(if i could hold you for a minute - on AO3)

#rotpl #lynthia #cynthia x lydia #fanfic #sneak peak #very gay

[nonuggetshere]

Actually as I was falling asleep, I thought up something

PK lets them keep the shawl if they want to, and then someday before a ball they just happen to stumble on each other and he helps them fix up that shawl

They had a long day and were gonna guard the ball too so they look a bit tired and sloppy so of course it spirals into PK fixing up their outfit altogether and doing their hair, and WL just watches with amusement how Mr "we need to keep our distance" is currently brushing their hair and separating it into parts so he can braid it as he rambles about something

WL then speaks through their bond "They seem to be quite enjoying themself."

"Huh? What? What do you mean?"

"Just quiet down and listen."

And as PK does he hears the ever so quiet soft purr. Makes his chest feel heavy with so many emotions

He clears his throat, "Anyway," and he's back to braiding their hair and rambling, this time seemingly a little disoriented

Flower notices but before they can react WL jumps up excitedly and asks them if they'd like to wear one of the old outfits she made them to the ball? She kept them all after all.

So once their father is done with their hair they go with her (while PK prepares himself in the meanwhile) and the two of them pick their outfits, except now Flower gets to pick and they're quite excited but trying to contain it

WL helps them fix it up a little after they change into it and they just puff up with pride when she comments they chose well and look so pretty in it

When PK sees it he pauses for a moment,

"...You were meant to stand guard during the ball but, ah, well...it'd be a shame to make you put on the armour now, wouldn't it? Why don't you take a break just this once? You can come as a guest with us."

It's nice, it almost feels like before, like nothing ever happened and accolade was just a distant bad memory in all of their minds. And Flower is just so, so happy to get to spend time with them like this again, that they don't turn their eyes away when seeing them, that they actually get to be a person around them and the two ask for their opinions and actually take them into consideration.

It feels so so nice.

And on their way there or during the ball WL even smiles and comments happily how it feels just like the old times, before she pauses and quiets down, her face dropping as she looks at her child

"You didn't do any of this because you thought you *had to*, right?"

They're taken by surprise, unsure of what to say or do at first before they shake their head no, of course they didn't. But that hesitation didn't seem to convince her so they gently bonk her arm with their head as reassurance, and she just smiles.

"Oh, you wyrms and your nudging," She chuckles, "Your father is quite the same, it's cute."

She almost reaches to brush their hair aside like she used to but she stops herself and Flower seems almost disappointed. She sighs heavily and looks away

"...King, I mean. Your king..."

Normally that would sting, and maybe it did a little, but Flower's mostly surprised. It seemed like she had said it with a heavy heart, like it bothered her too to not call him their dad.

OH YEAH and Flower would have embroidered that shawl to make it a little more *theirs*

And their parents even comment on how pretty it is and ask if they made that, and Flower excitedly nods yes and just brims with pride when they praise their skill

The two seem in awe that they can do that and Flower is so so delighted to see that

Soaking up that praise like a sponge

Flower on that is thos a pigeon meme with praise

"Is this a substitute for parental affection?"

#thylacines can talk #faaf au #sorry for the errors that are 100% there but which im not looking for im not proofreading a discord brain spill

[bugsonatugboat]

Sometimes, just sometimes, in the late hours of night, Todd and Neil will stay up and just talk. The nights when it’s just a little too quiet and they both know that neither of them are asleep. They’ll just stare at the ceiling and talk and talk until one of them closes their eyes and sleep finally takes hold.

“What do you think you’ll do?” Todd asks, arms crossed over his chest. “When you get out of here.”

It’s a question that avoids the truth. They’re aware of the things Neil is expected to do. They know the path ahead of him, laid out meticulously by his father. But he’s felt so free lately that maybe just once, it’s not a crime to imagine what could be.

So he rambles. He thinks about Shakespeare productions he’d love to be in, The Tempest, Twelfth Night. People he wishes he could meet. He wants to talk to actors, writers, directors, just to be in their presence. To know what it’s like to succeed in what you love. He talks about the places he’d like to visit, maybe Greece, or France, maybe even London. Mr. Keating talks about London a lot. Talks about his wife. He loves hearing about it, thinking of the vastness of the world, how much broader it is than the rust colored walls of Welton. Worlds that could swallow him up. Worlds where he could be insignificant, for once, and it would feel like relief.

“We’d go everywhere. It’d be amazing.”

“We, huh?”

Neil is taken aback by that. He thinks back to Greece, back to France, London. When did he start picturing Todd next to him? No, in his head, not once was he alone. There Todd is, waiting to crush Neil in a hug after his shows. There he is, eyes gleaming as Neil introduces him to his favorite writers. There he is gazing at landmarks and breathing in the lack of stuffy classrooms or exam papers. Why is it that Neil can’t picture a future without Todd?

“Yeah,” is all Neil can whisper back. The ceiling refocuses above him, the visions of faraway blue skies fading into obscurity. The only thing in his vision that stays is Todd. Next to him, always. He ventures a look towards the other side of the room.

Todd is staring dreamily at the ceiling still. Neil’s vision is beautiful. He wants to be caught in it forever.

“I can’t wait,” Todd says quietly.

Neil’s heart aches. He looks back to the ceiling. He sees Todd knelt down in the Notre Dame square, laughing at the endlessly cooing pigeons at their feet. They’re happy. Our future, Neil thinks, letting his eyelids drift closed. I can’t wait to take you with me.

#an idea :] #the moment that you realize your life is no longer complete without that one person in it #anderperry #dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #neil x todd #dps fic #dps headcanons #short fic #fanfic

[aguinhaac]

Ugh I ready gotta do this huh? Everyone says that derision is the "worst episode of miraculous" but I disagree, it is illusion

Well guess It's time, today I will be revealing The fifth episode of miraculous season 5 illusion

Pls god save me

We start of the episode as some journalists are interviewing citizens to find out popular opinion about their two idiotic heroes. Really, I think it would be a neat idea, show how the citizens of Paris feel about ladybug and chat noir, it could lead to some interesting drama of Marinette having to deal with the guilt of losing almost every single miraculous AND a lot of people hating on ladybug, making her sick, but then Alya could help her, maybe even su-han. Her school friends could help and it wouldn’t need to reveal, if a friend of yours is feeling bad you don’t need to know what happen to comfort, they. Chat noir could help too giving a bit more of a reason why ladybub fell in love with him, you gotta admit, the square flip was out of nowhere, and with this all plus the people that still believe in her, Marinette would slowly get better. I personally think that it would be some good drama. BUT THIS HAS THE WORD "GOOD" SO IT IS ALREADY DISCARDED AND INSTEAD MAKING ONLY THE ASSHOLES LIKE BOB ROTH AND CHLOE SAY BAD THINGS ABOUT LADYBUG BUT BECAUSE THEY ARE THE "BAD GUYS" THEIR POINT IS TOTALLY UNVALUED BECAUSE THEY ARE EVIL WHILE THE "GOOD GUYS" LIKE THAT PIGEON MAN AND MR DAMOSHIT ARE THE RIGHT ONES BECAUSE “oH LoOk aT tHeM tHeY aRe sO lIkeBlE sO tHeY aRe PrObBaLy RIgHt” THE WRITTERS ARE TRYING TO CONVINCE THAT LADYBUG WAS NOT AN IDIOT WHICH IS A BIG FAT LIE, AND INSTEAD OF GIVING SOME INTERESTING DRAMA THEY JUST TRY MAKE US EAT THAT EVERYONE IN PARIS BELIVES THAT A 15 YEAR OLD GIRL IS WORTHY ALL THE TRUST IN THE WORLD, BECAUSE WE CAN’T HAVE GOOD THIS IN THIS GOD FOR SAKE SHOW. Not even two minutes in… AND I AM ALREADY PISSED

Chloe: ladybug? She’s turned paris over to supervillains, that would never have happened with queen bee

We know my queen, I am so sorry that the writers took your crown and tried to make you look like a butthole, and yet you still there shining, thank you my queen, thank you for being the only one in this show that still have a brain.

We cut off to the program presenters talking more about everything, we have Nadja that I learned the name but I still do not give a shit about, the banana man, alec, and bob roth

Nadja the reporter: And we are back on the set of leading questions on its answers, with our experts You’ve heard the people of Paris, monarch is more powerful than ever, and ladybug can’t seem to regain the miraculous from him, so the question on everybody’s mind is, are ladybug and chat noir the heroes we need?

Alec: the midia has paralyzed us with fear but what we need to defeat monarch is more love and kindness, people need to follow their dreams and have more hope, that way we wouldn’t be feeling these negative emotions, come with me now everyone just love one another-

Bob roth: if you ask me there’s too much talk about ladybug and chat noir and not enough talking about my son’s- I mean that wonderful indie artist XY new album!

Nadja: thank you for that bob, and you mister banana? What’s your take in all of this?

Banana man: stay peachy~

Nadja: thank you we’ll be right back after this message.

Monarch, please akumatize this person and make her beat up everyone in this studio, she deserves it after all this humiliation

Ok first of, experts in what? Bob roth is an expert in music, the banana is an expert in dad jokes and alec is an expert in show tv shows, COULDN’T YOU BRING SOME MORE QUALIFIED PEOPLE? Like idk AN POLICE OFFICER? MAYBE A POLITICAL? OR MAYBE JUST MAYBE ANOTHER SUPER HERO BECAUSE THE AROUND THE WORLD SPECIAL PROVED THAT THERE’S MORE OF THEM? THE HELL? WRITERS THIS TYPE OF THING WAS SUPOSSED TO BE A SERIOUS SCENE, BUT INSTEAD YOU MAKE THE WORST JOKES EVER? IF YOU WANT YOUR SHOW TO BE SERIOUS DON’T MAKE EVERYTING BE A JOKE. YOU CAN PUT A COMIC RELIEF SO IT DON’T BECAME A BATMAN, BUT WHEB ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE THE COMIC RELIEF, IT DOES NOT WORK!!!

And then they play the… alliance ad….

I shall not make this joke again, I shall not, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Kill me, pls

The scene cuts (thank God) to Adrien’s room where Plagg in playing with the alliance, making AA (Adrian alliance) say facts about cheese

Adrien of course gets uncomfortable with the thought that there’re right now a lot of creepy fans being able to make AA say anything they want or make him necked, the HELL was you thinking Gabriel? So, Adrien goes to talk to his dad and have a surprise he was making him some breakfast, and that he was going to the parent meeting in school.

They talk about how they've grown apart since Emelie’s death. No man you’ve grown apart since you became a terrorist. And we have a scene where a little drop of pancake butter falls on his Richard sphinx cosplay shirt and he goes ape shit, but gabe stops being mad and Adrien gets to the point.

Adrien: dad I’m not really comfortable with having my face in all this rings, that’s actually why I didn’t wanted be a model anymore, to avoid that, do you understand?

Gabriel: of course, I understand my son, but that’s the point it is just an image its not you. And since this image frees you from your obligations, we the agrestes are able to spend more time together, but if you rather everything went back to the way it was before just say the word

Adrien: you’re probably right,

Gabriel: you’ll see my son; alliance will bring us closer.

Ugh this is other thing I hate about this show, it can’t decide if they want Gabriel to be pure evil or sympathetic. Sometimes we see Gabriel caring about his son (gorizilla, queen wasp) and other he doesn’t give a shit about Adrien (chat blanc, oblivion, ephemeral, etc.…) and I hate this so much, but I liked that they made Gabriel being an passive aggressive toxic dad instead of just a butthole to Adrien all the time, makes more sense that why Adrien don’t know his dad is toxic, toxic relationships normally aren’t just the person being an asshole all the time, heh bet it won’t last longer because it isn’t miraculous if something utterly stupid happen every 5 seconds

We cut the scene to marinette and alya talking on the cell phone while walking to school with the split screen showing off what they're doing, and then…. They start talking about rena rouge and the lost miraculous……. TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE A SECRET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET IS A GREAT IDEA, HELL YOU

They talk about how monarch is able to get the jewels back in the last second and alya suggests that maybe he is using the dog miraculous to fetch the miraculous back, which would be a better idea than HE BEEING ABLE TO BREAK A MIRACULOU, AND EVEN IF IT’S BROKEN USE THE POWERS AND WOULD ACTUALLY GIVE THE DOG MIRACULOUS SOMETHING TO DO INSTEAD OF BEEING A STUPID SUPPORT MIRACULOUS JUST LIKE THE SNAKE AND THE FOX. Who am I kidding? The dog will never stop being a support miraculous.

Marinette and Alya arrive at school and Nino tell the group (Alya, Adrien, Marinette) he is going to form a resistance to help ladybub and chat noar without powers. Nino gets the name comrade ketchup and Adrien comrade mayo. The scene cuts to the group in the cafeteria, they get some food, Adrien flirts with Marinette,

Alya: hey, did I just hear Adrien say he wanted to spend more time with you? Woah that awesome!

Marinette: No, it’s not, whenever I’m near Adrien I can’t concentrate what if I lose my miraculous because I stop focusing on superhero stuff?

Alya: don’t worry, I’ll keep you focused

FUCK U ALYA, COULD YOU STOP BEEING AN HYPOCRITE FOR 2 MINUTES?????

Nino then pretend that they are doing some secret meeting which…

Nino: this lunch is just a cover comrade mayo

Alya: comrade mayo?

Nino: from now one you’ll calm me comrade ketchup, I summoned you to this secret meeting because-

Alya: you didn’t summon us to anything Nino

Nino: of course, I did otherwise I wouldn’t be a secret comrade hotel

Breath… breath aguinha… Chloe comes in but it’s just another way to the writers demonanize her and we go back to the group talking and….

Alya: what’s up with the sauces?

Nino: what’s up is ladybug and chat noir don’t have us to help them anymore

Alya: uhh, what do you mean us?

Nino: well, us, you rena rouge me carapace

Alya hits him because he deserved*

Nino: aught, what’s the big deal? We can tell Marinette and Adrien we used to be superheroes

Nino: it’s not like we have any miraculous that could steal from us, the only ones who need to protect their secret identities are ladybug and chat noir. And anyways I already told Adrien about carapace

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

FUCK OFF NINO, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??? OK IF ALL THE MIRACULOUS WERE GONE FOREVER WOULD MAKE SENSE HE REVEALED, BUT WHAT IF LADYBUG ONE DAY BE ABLE TO GET THE MIRACULOUS???? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF THE PERSONS THAT TRUSTED HER, AND WHY THE HECK DID YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE CAFETERIA? THIS WHOLE SCENE DON’T MAKE SENCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Lila that I don’t care about but she is a big part of the episode according to the writers comes in and asks to sit down with them, which Marinette says no

Nino: technically we are in the middle of a meeting

SHUT UP NINO

Lila posts a picture of Adrien in the cafeteria, while that Nino explain the plan to the group using yogurt metaphors, the plan it to cause an akumatization and record it

Adrien: isn’t that cruel?

Alya: totally, make someone suffer just to discover monarch’s technique? Super cruel.

Nino: no it’s not, you forgot ladybug always fixes everything in the end with her magical ladybugs

Nino, what the actual hell? Make someone suffer in the name of public good? WHAT IF IT DIDN’T GO RIGHT? WOULD HE JUST DO IT AGAIN UNTIL THEY CATCH SOMETHING?? THIS IS IMORRAL, UNETICAL, AND I BET FITS AS A CRIME. HE IS BASICALLY DOING WHAT CHAT NOIR AND MARINETTE DID BUT WORST, well chat noir already tried to kill so, HE IS BASICALLY DOING WHAT MARINETTE DID, ARE WE SUPOSSED TO ROOT FOR SOMEONE TRYING TO MAKE ANOTHER PERSON SO SAD THAT SHE WOULD AGREE TO GIVE FULL CONTROL OF HER TO A GOD DAMMIT TERORIST? AND THE PHRASE “you forgot ladybug always fixes everything in the end with her magical ladybugs “THE PERSON WILL STILL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE SHE GETS AKUMATIZED, YOUR ARE BASICALLY DOING SOMETHING MONARCH WOULD DO, FUCK OFFF.

A bunch of Adrien stans go in the cafeteria look for him, but they are able to run away and they go to the same basement we see in “rocketear” to talk more about their plans.

And they decide that the person they would akumatize would be…. Gabriel….

THE HELL? IT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND DAD, WHEN HE WAS FINALLY BEEING NICE AND GIVED SOME FREEDOM TO HIS SON, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ALREADY CROSSED MY LINE, YOUR NAME WILL NOT BE NINO ANYMORE, BY NOW YOU WILL BE STUPIDINO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE, A STUPID PIECE OF SHIT.

Stupidino tells Adrien that probably his dad doesn’t care about him and was just doing this for marketing, what a good friend!

Alya: seriously thought, ladybug would never approve this plan. Your with me in this one right Marinette?

Marinette: well, ugh, if it could help defeat monarch, maybe ladybug would agree! After all she can fix everything afterwards

W H A T ? WRITTERS? WHAT IS THIS? WASEN’T LADYBUG/MARINETTE EXTREMALY CAREFULL ABOUT SUPERHERO STUFF? THE HECK? IT IS OBVIOUS IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK, SHE SHOULD KNOW THAT MIRACULOUS DO NOT WORK LIKE THIS, SHE IS THE FREAKING GUARDIAN. WHAT THE HELL, DOES SHE JUST WANT TO TORTURE GABRIEL OR SOMETHING? WASN'T MARINETTE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO? SHE IS ACTING LIKE MONARCH.

Lila tells Gabriel about their stupid plan, and the parenting meeting begin, Marinette comes In saying she forget her organizatior holding A GOD DAMMIT PIZZA, WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, she makes a little scene and drops the pizza on Gabriel’s clothes

Wait… is this pineapple?

🔫

Adrien and Alya also drop some food in Gabriel clothes, and I'm not going to narrate this part, it's just cringe that’s all. Gabriel takes Adrien home and says that he will now be homeschooled again. Really this is the only episode in this season alya is likable, BECAUSE DIFERENTLY OF EVERYONE SHE USES HER BRAIN

Alya: I told you this plan was bad; all we’ve achieved was getting rid of your “BFF”, at best he is the one who is Gona get akumatized

Gabriel, please do what she said, akumatize Adrien, AND MAKE HE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT STUPID MORON,

They go apologize with Gabriel, while that Gabriel as monarch uses illusion to create an illusion of himself, the ilugabriel ( illusion of Gabriel) starts to regret not being a good father and gets akumatized, so then it was like REALLY useless, because it was an illusion of an akuma, THEY DIDN’T EVEN COULD LEARN ANYTHING FROM IT.

Adrien and Marinette transform and go fight the ilucollector (illusion of collector, not the toh one) and the fight scene is really good, the ilucollector is able to use his tablet like a boomerang, both the heroes and the villain try as much to not be touched, pretty cool. Ilucollector runs away. While that, Monarch then fuses with the real horse miraculous, the bee, the mouse, and the rooster miraculous. Monarch uses voyage to go to the sewers, activates venon, use multitude and became invisible with the rooster, wow man he is really powerful. Grab your popcorn everyone, today we will see ladybub’s plot armor in action. Laybub uses her lucky charm and gain a bag full of shredded cheese. Monarch again uses the voyage to make the heroes fall in the sewers. And monarch paralyzes chat, dude wouldn’t it be better paralyzing ladybug first? You never captured her but captured chat a billion times. Ladybub finds out that there is invisible mini monarch’s walking around and throw the grated cheese in the mini monarch’s making some rats that where there run after them. Monarch then reunites. With ilucollector he makes some drama, gets deakumatized and jump off in the sewer water.

Ladybug: its not too late, anyone can change.

Except Chloe, chole is a brat and will always be a brat. Right Astruc?????

Ladybug transforms in aqua bug without eating any magical macaron, you know what I don’t care. this has already 6 pages, and my pc do NOT withstand something longer than that, lets just get this over with.

Nino finds out that when monarch gives or removes a power a lightning bowl appears, which as I said its not true because that was an iluakuma (illusion of akuma) Alya gives stupidino a hug and says sorry? What? No man you really shouldn’t say sorry to him. The writers are the ones who needed to apologize for giving you such a stupid boyfriend.

Stupidino explains everything to Gabriel and apologizes, and ladybug… says what they did was very risky and… they should not do it again…..

Gabriel allows Adrien to go to school again and we find out that the whole class is now in the resistance, this feels like when feminists say “we fight in name of gender equality" then some person say "wow cool I'm going to join" without knowing what they were getting into XD

And we find out that Lila is also a part of the resistance.

Alya: everyone wants to help ladybug Marinette.

WHAT??? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL TRUST LILA??

AFTER LYING IN YOUT BLOG, ALMOST GETTING YOUR BFF KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL. AFTER KNOWING THAT SHE TRAITED LADYBUG MULTIPLE TIMES (like in oni-chan) HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL BELIVE IN HER. Ok Alya, I will give you one last chance because you are my third favorite secondary hero, but if you screw up ONE MORE TIME, you will be called fucklya.

And this is where the episode ends, wow I didn’t saw that much bullshit in a while now, stupidino is a psychopath and Marinette just agrees with him. I would say I ship those two but Marinette is terrible and Adrien is terrible, they deserve each other. Alya was AWSOME in this episode, except for the end.. and the beggining.... But still ok, The fight scene was good but it didn’t last much. I like the idea of people helping the heroes without powers, but the execution is just like everything in this show, bullshit

I will give this episode a 2.2/10. Life is misery.

That’s all I have to say, thank you for seeing, see you in the next post

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #miraculous salt #mlb salt #mlb sucks #miraculous ladybug salt #ml #gabriel salt #nino salt #alya salt #illusion spoilers

[justtvthoughts]

Miraculous Ladybug thoughts, Season 1: Mr. Pigeon

WHERE DOES ADRIEN KEEP COMING FROM?!?!

Gabriel. Do. You. Have. NOTHING. Better. To. Do???

Marinette, your skills are amazing.

Why is he so uncomfortably obsessed with pigeons?

Is there literally NO ONE else for you to akumatize? Like the crazy bird guy is really the one you wanna go with?

...Just really REALLY gonna lean into the pigeon thing, huh?

Chat, your model side is showing, you dork.

Chat. CHAT. THE. DANCING. I love you so much.

So Chat either sneezes like a kitten or like an earthquake, there is no inbetween.

Mr. Pigeon has a ridiculous amount of hip when he speaks. The hell.

Ladybug, only Chat is meant to make puns.

The mayor just looks at Chat like that's the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked for...he's not wrong.

Ladybug thinks it's hilarious though, it's great.

Chat is having such a bad day. My poor boy.

Gabriel. Leave your house like a normal person!

Damn, Marinette is so cool. That's right WRECK Chloe.

Marinette, how are you so smart BUT SO DUMB?!?!

That's also like concrete evidence that Chloe copied another student's work. Where the hell are the consequences here? Sure, she'd probably try to get out of it, but no one said ANYTHING???

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #season 1 #mr. pigeon #thoughts

[yoonqua]

uno.

Tales of LB and CN (ATZ Version)

choi san x reader \\ 12k words \\ oct 6 2022

Muffins and Best friends

9:46 am

This sucks. Ever since opening the tiny little box that mysteriously appeared in your room, your life has gone to absolute shit. Sleeping late into the afternoon is basically unheard of; you constantly have to be alert in case fucking Hawkmoth decides to be a bitch and ruin everyone’s day. And the thing is–it isn’t even THEIR fault. If only Mr. Choi wasn’t an evil mastermind. Hmm. A back-up ladybug would be cool. You’d have more free time. Could sleep  in. Help your aunt at the bakery…

You groan while grabbing the roots of your hair and dragging your hands down your face, causing your skin to droop alongside your fingers. You can’t do that. What if the other Ladybug turns into an evil twin…thing. 

You never asked for this. You’re only half complaining–hell you deserve to complain 100%. Some people were idiots. HAWKMOTH is an idiot. Superhero-ing is cool and all; you swing around like Spiderman  and your magical ladybugs rival Tony Stark's technology in cleaning up after fights. You had some battles handed to you for sure, but it gets very tiring having to fight the Pigeon man 53 times. When a civilian gets akumatized that often– it just feels like the people aren’t really safe. 

There’s just not much you can do, some people are just dumb enough to let that bastard shit head take control–is what you tell yourself to keep yourself from giving up. Just keep going. Walking to survey the area. Running after villains. Swinging by. Fighting. Punching. Thinking. De-evilizing. Hiding. Man, you are tired.

“You look half dead,” states your very best friend in the best, nicest, and welcoming voice ever. In response, you stick up your middle finger, almost sticking it up his nose, causing him to swat at you like a fly, dropping his muffin bag in the process.

“You can have them,” he begins, handing you the bag from the floor, “but seriously, are you–stop poking me y/n.”

“You talk too much,” you say as you place a muffin between your teeth and begin to swat at him like he did you. You didn’t want to explain your thoughts to Wooyoung. You weren’t ready to hear compliments. People usually resort to sweet words in the form of comfort, and it’s  mad annoying. They focus too much on the nice aspects of being a hero. Like, yea you look SMOKING in the skin tight suit, but sweat is not fun and no amount of magic could relieve you when you went into sensory overload. Especially when the sun decides to shine way too much in the middle of March and the rain from that morning left humidity and the hairs behind your neck stick–

“Helloooo??” Wooyoung begins once again as he knocks on your forehead with the exact same force you would a door

“Could you not?” You say as you turn your head harshly away from him, “I’m just tired.”

“I would say I’m sorry,” He begins while shoving a muffin in your mouth, “but I’m not. You never talk to me anymore, so I’m not apologizing for being a concerned friend.”

“You don’t need to be concerned for me,” You drop your shoulders with slight guilt, and you begin to ponder about your best friend. He’s never openly said something so sweet to you, kinda disgusting.

“Exactly!” He basically screams, “I don’t–no–I shouldn’t have to worry because you don’t just disappear halfway through a movie and come back hours later! And! On days we plan to hangout you always come up with a dumbass excuse.”

By now you have stopped chewing your muffin and just stare at him–mind blank. 

“Like, I can totally see right through you anyway, but I still let you go because yes, I am annoying, but I don’t want to chase after you so much.  If you have something you’re hiding–that’s okay! You don’t have to tell me.” He gets quieter at this confession and it makes you want to hug your dear friend. “But I thought I would be the first to know about your booty calls and possible partner.” 

“Huh...” You go, very eloquently. “Booty call???” You scrunch your face together as if you ate a lemon and stare at him with your mouth slightly open.

Wooyoung looks  you up and down with just his eyes–kind of judgingly. He takes notice of your dangling arms attached to your slouched form–one hand holding the bag and the other with muffin crumbs. Your hair–although messy– slightly moves with the early morning wind. It’s warm out and you have a sweater on, obvious that you rushed out of bed 30 minutes ago. Good thing he has an extra shirt in case you get sweaty and gross. 

He slightly laughs at your expression to his previous comment, but he had to keep composure. He only added that to what he was feeling to get a reaction from you. You had already looked guilty enough, and he just wanted to know what was up with you. At that thought, he crosses his arms and says,

“Yea, booty call, why else would you be dumping me all the time.” He un-crosses his arms and goes to swing his arm around you, “It’s okay to be horny, you know, and I would prefer to not know that, but again, I need to know where you go.”

You slightly lean into him as you groan. You were about to cover your face with your palms when Wooyoung grabs them and looks at you. You stick your head out to make a biting movement and say, “I’m not seeing anyone. I’m just….busy.”

“Doing what? You be helping out Ladybug or something?” He slightly laughs and lets go of your hands to pat down your hair. 

“Kind of.”

He stops his movements to look at you, “What?”

“Except I am Ladybug,” you whisper with the best poker face you can manage. 

“No,” he states but it sounds more  like a question as he expects you to be joking.

“Yea,” you simply state as you turn and continue walking towards your morning class, grateful the booty call conversation is now over even though you kind of blew your cover.

You’re not really nervous about having told Wooyoung. You trust him with your life, and you’ve seen him stare down a little black butterfly that was headed his way. Effectively avoiding akumatization. You simply wonder if he really believes you–he has to. It’s kind of the only explanation for your emotional and physical absence. You would explain better, but you’d rather let him take in this information first before dumping your other problems unto him. 

“You’re a pain in my ass Y/n.” He groans as you two walk into the school building.

“I do have a nice ass. Thank you, Woo.” you reply, also taking note of the amount of students in the building. 

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and confesses, “The booty call thing was a joke, I’m sorry, okay? So just tell me the truth now.”

“That is the truth, stupid.” you deadpan, “Thanks for not repeating it, though. I thought you’d scream it out so loud Mayor Kang would hear and alert the press…or something.”

Wooyoung seems to copy the same reaction you had not 20 minutes ago; slightly bent over and full of disbelief.

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