&&. — *:･ﾟ✧ Faith and Trust ;;

“Around HERE, however, we DON'T look ( BACKWARDS ) for very long. We KEEP moving FORWARD, opening up ( NEW ) doors and doing NEW things, because we're ( C U R I O U S ... )  and curiosity K E E P S  leading  us  down ( N E W ) paths.”  — ✧･ﾟ:*  WALT DISNEY *:･ﾟ✧ A DISNEY MULTIMUSE 1X1 PARTNERED WITH ONCEUPONAMIDNIGHTDISNEY WRITTEN BY KYLEE1X1S

[disneyontheside]

onceuponamidnightdisney:

Phil’s eyebrows rose, and he wore his best expression of skepticism, even though Justin couldn’t see him. “Wait, I’m the second love, or pizza is, because if you say it’s me, I won’t be bringing you anything. Of course if you say it’s not, I might think you’re lying, and then where would we be?” He knew it wasn’t pizza, even if it wasn’t something said to him aloud, he knew. That didn’t mean he couldn’t tease him though, did it? “You don’t know, it could be awful, or embarrassing.” Actually, he had nothing in mind right then, but as they talked about it, he found himself trying to come up with the most ridiculous things. “I don’t think I’d ask to be pinned down, but maybe the other way around.”

         “Chronologically, I loved pizza long before I loved you, but in measure of how much and strength, you’re number one, Philliam,” sincerity filled his voice in an over the top way as he answered because he knew Philip was teasing and wanted to play right back. “But go ahead and think I lie, I’ll just order pizza anyway,” he drew it even further to call him out on his false skepticism. At least in a round about way, he spoke of how he loved him. He didn’t say it quite as often as he heard it, but he always meant it and always showed it. “I doubt it, but whatever. I want pizza.” Justin chuckled and grinned as he spoke into the receiver. “Oh yeah, you want to pin me down, Philliam? Then do it.”

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onceuponamidnightdisney:

He shook his head, as he tossed his shirt aside, and started moving in a way that gave his husband a teasing glimpse of the bare skin beneath his low hanging jeans. “You’re biased, and happy to be getting a birthday lap dance, forgive me for not taking that seriously.” A familiar flush crept up his neck, as he moved around the chair, and leaned in to whisper softly in Peter’s ear. “I vote for the second option, seeing as it doesn’t involve me giving more awkward dance performances.” As he came back around, Thomas rolled his eyes, because of course his husband liked seeing him take his shirt off, that was an everyday thing, not just a trying to be sexy in this moment thing. Hearing Peter basically asking for a kiss, made him smile as he got closer, but he kept his lips just out of reach while his hips moved as rhythmically as he could manage. “Well, I’m not a stripper by day, so I might just be able to accommodate you; if you’re good.”

         Green eyes flickered to that patch of skin, dancing in their playful way over him while he kept his sloppy grin. His husband was so sexy -- he just wished he could convince Thomas of that, especially in cases like this. “Does it matter if I’m biased when I’m the only one you will ever do this for for the rest of your life? It means you have a happy audience who will always give you a standing ovation right where you want it,” he chuckled as he joked and looked down at his own crotch in case Thomas didn’t get it before looking right back up with more of a mischievous grin. “Awkward, sexy... I see no difference,” Peter hummed and waited for Thomas to come back around before he winked in response of the roll of his eyes. “When are you going to get I enjoy every part of this?” He asked playfully and then looked into his eyes as he drew closer to him as though he would kiss him but instead ground up against him with no lips touched for even a moment. Tease. “If I’m good? When am I not?” Always. Let’s be honest. Always.

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onceuponamidnightdisney:

A low chuckle escaped him when she mentioned having called while he was asleep. “Of course you did.” It wasn’t often that Duchess got up first, in fact it was usually the opposite, but when it did, Chester would usually wake to a surprise of some kind. Not always something so devious, but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was making a mental note, to do something extra special for his dear friend in gratitude. “Oh I believe it, she’s my best female friend for a reason, and she’s good with the girls.“ He smiled proudly as he spared his precious girls a glance. “That’s true, they are, without a doubt, the most well behaved little princesses.” Looking back down at his wife, Ches’ smirk slid back into place, and his world narrowed to just the two of them for a moment, while he thought of all they could do in that time. “Really now? Well that poses quite a few possibilities, doesn’t it?” He leaned down, and gave her a soft kiss full of promises, that was over far too soon. “You know, Kitten, you’re pretty good at date planning, maybe you should do it more often. As for your proposed plan, I’m all for it, so long as you wear something that permits me easy access throughout the evening.”

         “I have my surprises,” she lilted. And every now and then she was able to do something like this in some shape or form just for him. Of course, normally he was the one who would surprise her, but she was equally as good at it even if it was not quite as often. The best surprise, though, was sitting right there in their high chairs -- she surprised him with the news of first their pregnancy and then their daughters. Plural. Twins. Nothing could top that other than maybe if she were to get pregnant again, which was eventually bound to happen, but still. It was something to look forward to. “Absolutely, that’s why she was the first call, if she hadn’t the time, I’m sure Buster and Rita would have loved to watch them,” Duchess added and looked dotingly toward the girls then back at him. “I think maybe they get that from me, I’m waiting for the mischief to kick in honestly,” she teased. Someday it would and she was guilty of some herself, especially in his presence, but she wouldn’t mind it, not with him at her side nor at all honestly. Her sapphire eyes sparkled as she looked up into his icy blues, her grin ever-present while she nodded. “It certainly does...” But she wasn’t able to hang onto the thought too long before he kissed her and she melted from the world with only the sound of gurgles from the girls as a soundtrack and reminder. “Mm I would not be opposed, but I do love yours...” She breathed, lips tingling. “How does a dress with absolutely nothing underneath sound?” It would have padding for her chest, then just no panties. “That part is easy.”

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         “Okay, I have a really bad feeling about this.” Had she already headed home? Was her phone dead again? It wasn’t like she always remembered to charge it, let alone use it half the time, but surely Ariel would learn by now, right? Wrong. She’d asked him to be out here, waiting for her so they could go to the club down the street and have some fun. Not exactly, Fletcher’s thing, but the crazy red head was his friend. His best friend. And she couldn’t exactly go alone. It wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do so... But it seemed she couldn’t make it anyway and now he was the one stuck alone with ... He looked at his phone, little to no service. Great. “I so don’t want to be here...” But maybe he could go into the club and be less vulnerable in a school of people than out in the open? Yeah, yeah, he’ll do that. So shoving his phone into his pocket, he went off to walk into the nearest club... One apparently for LGBT individuals, and made his way to the bar to ask for their phone... and a water. Or ginger ale. Stupid stomach. Okay, stupid scared stomach, but still. “Uh help?”

[onceuponamidnightdisney]

Thomas was attempting to give his husband a lap dance, though the best he could manage, was strip slowly, and hope his dancing wasn’t a complete joke. “Just remember, I’m not as good at this as you are, okay?” As he undid his shirt, he felt that well known surge of nerves, and squashed it down, to concentrate with the most sensual expression he could muster. It was, after all, Peter’s birthday, and aside from spoiling him as usual, Tom always liked to try something new, like taking the initiative to do this.

[disneyontheside]

         “I...” He drew out the vowel and word as long as he could with pride, then dropped his head with a sloppy grin, “respectfully disagree.” Mostly, Peter had to try to keep himself from floating above the chair rather than sitting upon it -- he was so giddy. “And if I have my way, you will have plenty of practice... or I’ll find a way to make you see things my way. I’m good at that,” the young male spoke whilst smirking, but he sat as still as he could while he watched Thomas pull off his shirt. “See? I like it already,” Peter murmured while his eyes roamed Thomas’ torso appreciatively. “Don’t forget to break the stripper cardinal rule, though, Tommy Boy. You are allowed to kiss me.”

[onceuponamidnightdisney]

Phillip laughed into his phone, and shook his head, before answering. “I don’t know if you deserve pizza, seeing as you tried to trick me into it.” He knew Justin was smirking, because he wouldn’t be the guy Phil loved if he wasn’t as he asked for this. “I’ll bring you a pizza, but you’ll owe me.”

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         “Yeah, well, pizza is worth it. Second love of my life, Phil. It’s important,” his smirk melted into a grin while he explained and leaned against the nearest wall. It was quite possible pizza came third in his life. And at this point... Philip came first. Even above his mom, though his mom was still high up there. Especially since she can’t take care of herself. “You make it sound like whatever is on your mind I won’t want to do.” And the smirk returned. “Because believe me, I’ll gladly pin you down after I have a slice. Whatever you want.”

[onceuponamidnightdisney]

Herc hadn’t expected much more, given what Tom had told him about Meg, but he wasn’t done trying. “I don’t think anyone is really above a meet cute, or there would never be any good love stories in this world. As for planning it, well..” What was he going to say, that he hadn’t been sent here? He supposed that technically, he hadn’t, but he had been told where he could find her, and he’d gone looking. Now though, now he wasn’t sure why he had, because clearly he wasn’t prepared to handle someone like her; not yet, anyway. “Tom’s not to blame, I came on my own, but at least now I’ve met you, right?”

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         “Yeah, well, when you don’t do cute. And you don’t do love, then you are completely above a meet cute, believe me,” her fingers danced over her journal as she closed it right up -- private thoughts were just that: private. Still, her head tilted as he tried to defend himself coming there because Thomas wanted her to be happy and thought somehow this would be the guy who would change her mind... Honestly, she couldn’t fathom why. He was far too innocent and she was far too jaded, but it wasn’t as though she tried to put it together in her mind. Still, he defended Thomas and that probably made him... okay... Or maybe she would have been ruder if it wasn’t someone Tom Cat had sent. “Sure,” brows furrowed in confusion. “Don’t know why you’d want to meet me, but you have. Tell me, was it everything you dreamed it would be?”

[onceuponamidnightdisney]

“Yes?” Chester’s head turned toward the sound of his wife’s voice, and he watched her from the moment she came into his line of vision, smirking as she faced him. He listened carefully, trying not to get distracted by her wandering eyes, and lingering hands, but it was harder than he’d like to admit. When she slipped the word daddy in, and pulled him in by his belt loops, they both knew he couldn’t say no. Not that he’d ever refuse her anything, but right now she was very clearly making sure. “Well now that sounds promising, but are we going to have to put a time constraint on this night of ours?” Licking his lips, he brought his hands to rest on her slender hips, giving them a light squeeze as he leaned over her. “I’ll happily make the most of it no matter what, but I’d like to know just what I’ve got time to enjoy.”

[disneyontheside]

         That bit lip did wonders. Always has, always will -- a soft, rosy flush rising to the surface as though it were still the first time he looked at her that way, even though it had been years... he still looks at her the same in any emotion or setting. That playful innocence he loved came to her as she pulled off that doe eyed look, but worded things in that French accent, how she always sounds, that makes him fall apart. It was like they were chemically made to be each other’s undoing, but also their putting together. Piece by perfect piece. The smokiness of his voice made her want to start the night already, but the twins were babbling in their booster seats, waiting for their baby food. So it was hardly the right time to consume each other. But seduction... Seduction was different. “Well, I called her while you were sleeping, amor... And I don’t know if you’ll believe it, but she offered to watch them all night. I think it helps that they sleep better than any one year old since the dawn of time,” she teased. “We don’t have to pick them up until ten thirty.... And that’s way past when we wake up,” Duchess purred, tilting her head up all the more to look at him. “All we have to do is drop them off in a few hours... go to a fancy restaurant... maybe some dancing and spend hours...” the brunette smirked, “in our bedroom... Think that’s a plan you’d like to make, mon cher?”

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         “So...” Gentle fingertips slid along Chester’s back as she walked up behind him only to wrap around and come face to face with him. “I was thinking... Tonight we could have Odette watch Amelie and Marie... And we could have a date night of our own?” Blue eyes flickered over his figure and back up to his face. “We’ve been rather busy and... Well,” the French beauty found herself smirking as she purred. “Mommy could use a bit of daddy when she’s not already tired,” her fingers looped in his belt loops to pull him to her. “what do you think?”

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         “Look I had a great time meeting you, no really... Great, but I’m kind of above the whole meet cute thing especially when it’s been planned by a friend, so if you excuse me... I’m going to get out of here. And you... You can tell Thomas I’m mad at him, and that next time he should try to be more sneaky. Thanks, Wonderboy. You’re a peach.”

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         “Okay, okay, you got me,” Justin sighed, “I just called because I wanted a pizza. Will you bring me one?” He smirked, though, Philip couldn’t see because really he wanted to hear his voice. But... he just couldn’t help that he was hungry.

[thelovejournals]

That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.

Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye (via luckyonewrites)

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MEGARA CREON // SOCIAL MEDIA [01/??]

I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.