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sometimes i think about how truly deranged i'd be if arthur was looking at merlin Like That all the goddamn time with brown eyes instead of blue and i'm just infinitely grateful that bradley james' dna was written like that.
howl in a ruffled silver blue dress and sophie in a gray tux. if you even care
spots on!
THIRTY-FIVE / i’m not lying
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warnings: slightly suggestive, idk you’ll see
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IF YOU TOLD YOUR SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SELF THAT YOU WOULD BE CURLED UP ON YOUR COUCH watching a movie with Chat Noir, you would have assumed you were making things up. But here you were anyway, against all the odds. It really made you wonder, if you hadn’t been so hung up on Yeonjun, and if Chat wasn’t so obsessed with your alter ego, would it have taken so long for you to realize how much you like spending time with him?
“Okay, so it’s a movie about singing? Like, Glee the movie?”
You narrowed your eyes over at him. Honestly, it was amusing seeing his leather clad body sprawled out across your couch, like it was the most normal thing in the world. A part of you wondered how long this would last before you would get too curious about his true identity. But, you knew better than anyone that you could never know.
Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities had to remain secret.
“Pitch Perfect is not just a movie about singing.” You told him with a scoff. “It is also about sisterhood, and growing up, and finding the people who care about you.”
“I don’t know, it sounds a lot like Glee to me.” He shrugged, and you threw a piece of popcorn at him.
“Just shut up and watch it!” You scolded him, and he grinned at you as he picked up the popcorn and put it into his mouth. The feeling of your heart skipping a beat at the sight was so foreign, it scared you at first. But… You also kind of liked it.
The movie started, opening with a performance by the Treblemakers, and when Bumper appeared on the screen, you couldn’t help but think back to your friends saying he reminded them of Yeonjun.
Yeonjun. You were happy to say it had been a few days since he had crossed your mind. Moving on was hard, that was just a fact, but it wasn’t impossible. Once a week, you were forced to see him in the class you shared together, but you were no longer as hyper aware of his presence as you once were. You had even found yourself able to go a whole class period without even glancing in his direction.
Hard, but not impossible.
When your friends had first made the connection between Yeonjun and Bumper, you had leapt to his defense, just like you always did. But, now that you were watching it, you couldn’t help but giggle as the character danced across the screen. You weren’t sure exactly what the connection was, but there was one there.
Chat Noir looked over at you with an arched eyebrow. “What? What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how my friends said that Bumper reminded them of Yeon—a guy I used to like.” You were quick to catch yourself, side eyeing him as you prayed he didn’t catch that.
It looked like he didn’t, as he just blinked back at you. “Oh? You liked a guy before me? Was it that Mark guy? I always see him in your mentions.”
You let out a soft laugh at the assumption. “First of all, you’re assuming I like you. Second of all, no it wasn’t Mark.”
He nodded. “Good. Because that guy is a complete loser.”
“He is not a loser! He’s actually really nice and helped me through a rough time.” You rushed to your friend’s defense, and he rolled his eyes.
“So you do like him.”
“No, I don’t like Mark!” You huffed, and leaned back into the couch. “I… It doesn’t matter who it was, because I don’t like him anymore. He got a girlfriend.”
You held your gaze on the TV, the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense. You could see Chat shifting out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t dare look over to see what in the world he was doing. But, when you felt the cushion shift next to you, it became clear he had scooched closer to you.
“Y/N~” He sang your name in his usual sing-song tone, but you kept your attention on the screen.
“You’re gonna miss the best part!” You tried to distract him, as the Braden Bella’s were finishing up their song. You really weren’t in the mood to have some deep talk about your failed crush on Yeonjun, and hoped he would just drop it. He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.
“Whoever that guy was is an idiot. I mean, he’d have to be absolutely brain dead to pass on someone like you.” He ignored you.
You groaned, burying your face into your hands and rolling away from him. “Ugh, don’t do that!”
“Do what?” He sounded confused, and you peeked through your fingers to see him gazing down at you with furrowed brows.
“Lie to me.” You grumbled, and rolled onto your side.
He went quiet for a minute, and you thought maybe he had given up and decided to just watch the movie. “Y/N…” He spoke slowly, his voice much lower, and lacking the mischief it had when he called your name before.
You didn’t respond.
“I’m serious. I think you’re amazing, and I think that guy’s a moron. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re funny, not to mention gorgeous. I’m not lying when I tell you that.”
Your cheeks were practically on fire. You had heard confessions from Chat Noir before, back when he was obsessed with your superhero alter ego, but not one like this. You didn’t want to, but you genuinely believed the words you were hearing to be true. He thought you were amazing.
“Really?” You breathed out, rolling back over so you were on your back, and could get a good look at him.
He nodded, and the level of seriousness he wore on his face caught you off guard. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re amazing.”
Before you could fully grasp what was happening, he was leaning down, and propping himself up on his elbow so his face was inches from your own. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear as you simply stared at him, chest heaving with every nervous, heavy breath. His electric green eyes searched your own, and you wondered if they were naturally that bright, or if the mask made them look that way.
“Y/N?” For the third time, he called you out, and this time it was in a tone you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, too out of breath from the sudden proximity. Instead, you nodded a bit more frantically than you would have liked.
“Can I kiss you?”
You answered by curling your fingers underneath the collar of his suit, and jerked him down to connect his lips to your own. He didn’t hesitate even for a second when you kissed him, instead he almost immediately kissed you back with just as much passion. His lips fit perfectly against your own, as though they were made for one another.
Without thinking, you split your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, and get even closer to you. There was something about the superhero that was so addicting, like you couldn’t get enough of him. Even though you were out of breath, when he pulled away to breathe, you found yourself chasing after his lips.
“So,” he started, his broad chest heaving. “What was that you said, about me assuming you like me?” He smirked down at you, and you slapped his bicep out of annoyance.
“Shut up.” You breathed out, before pulling him down by his neck to kiss you again. He didn’t protest, and went back to hungrily making out with you. As embarrassing as your desire for him was, it was clear he wanted you just as bad, maybe even more so. What had you done to get Chat Noir so wrapped around your finger?
You felt like you were in heaven, with his hot lips melding against your own, and his gloved hand gliding up and down your side. That’s why you didn’t even think twice when your hand slid up the side of his face, and subconsciously tried to push his mask off.
Immediately he pulled away and sat up, hand darting up to his face to make sure you hadn’t moved it too much.
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you had just done—or at least what you had tried to do. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
“No-no-no, it’s fine, it’s just, um…” He laughed nervously, and started to back away to the other end of the couch. “Maybe we should slow down… You wanted to watch this movie, yeah? So let’s watch it.”
You wanted so badly to protest, but you knew he was right. You had gotten way too sucked into the moment, you had almost made him break the number one rule of being a superhero. So, you nodded instead, and sat back up to face the TV.
You barely watched the movie, though. Instead, there were a plethora of questions occupying your mind. Were you making a mistake, by letting yourself fall for him? It wasn’t going to be possible for you to be in a functioning relationship with him, not as long as he had to stay behind the mask. And you could never, ever ask him to take it off. That would be going against the rule you had always been so adamant about.
You couldn’t break that rule just because you had developed a crush on your partner.
So, what in the world you were you supposed to do now?
authors note: hey… hey! how y’all doooooin? so so sorry this update took a million years i was going through one of the top 3 writers blocks of my Life but that’s ok we’re here now right!!! i hope this funny cutesy little chapter was worth the wait :3 enjoy!
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Cause why he so goddamn beautiful and handsome and pretty and hot aaannnddd so fing cute at the same time my heart
His tattoos peaking through , washing the dishes , singing - I- how -
*whispers-im obsessed with you omg ily-*
4 times henry pulled away from hand-holding + 1 time he initiated
Okay but why is no one talking about uncle Charlie being in love with his sister. Girl i-
He's still one of my favourite characters in the series tho.
Like i understand that it was probably more normal back then but damn thats straight up incest.
Wow.
handcuffs and now you lying too low on cars. Did anyone told them about my weakness
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this guy.....posting a cute lil selfie on twt as if he doesn’t look like a whore in those concept pics posted not twenty minutes ago.....i hate libra men
tankie never left that fucking flower field. to be honest.
Do you think FSM got Wasting Sickness too, and he knew his time was soon to be at an end, and the only thing keeping it at bay was his oni blood... so he had enough time to prepare for his death...
🥲🥲🥲 after 2 months delayed;; I gave up.
And I will never forgive DC for age-up my boy Jon :*( !!
1/2
Sigh. So which one of you is an immortal shapeshifter and the other his lifelong best friend
growing old with you
I Know You're Out There Somewhere
mmmhmm yes it’s true I hate Richard Rider with all my being and I will not apologize
I won’t even make a post explaining why because even thinking about him pisses me off
"Billy was right, dear… The stars do look pretty…"
actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.
It didn’t all go dark the moment the jaws clamped down on Evan’s skull btw. He passed out about halfway through the drive to the hospital. He was awake for Mike panicking and apologizing, for William rushing in and wrapping his head in a towel and eventually taking it off because the blood just started caking it to his face and he couldn’t see. He was awake for a lot of the drive. He could hear William shouting at Mike to keep him awake, Mike shaking him and apologizing and dripping tears all over him while Elizabeth just stared in shock. At some point in the drive he wasn’t lucid enough to understand what was going on, only that Michael had hurt him and now he wouldn’t stop touching him, talking to him as all he wanted to do was drift off. He tried to pull himself away, but that just opened the wound even more.
The last bit of consciousness he remembered was driving past their house and trying to ask through the haze if he could go in and get his toys. No one could understand what he was saying by then, which didn’t matter, since he didn’t get to finish his sentence anyway.