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alessiasfreckles · 3 months

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five times you almost say i love you and one time you do (alessia russo x reader)

warnings: little bit of smut

a/n: lowkey obsessed with this

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the first time you almost say i love you to her is after training one day. you’re both giggling about something in the changing room, still sweaty, and you notice the way her baby hairs are stuck to her face and carefully brush them away, still giggling. your hear her breath catch and she looks at you with those big blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in, and the urge to say it is so overwhelming that you have to look away.

the second time you almost say i love you is at her place. you’ve been talking more outside of training, and you’re at her apartment alone for the first time. it’s not the first time you’ve been, but never alone. you’ve never noticed the way her cheeks flush as she realises she forgot to tidy up, and how she bites her lip as she moves around the room, quickly picking up a sports bra draped over the arm of the sofa. she takes a bowl from her breakfast that morning she’d left on the coffee table into the kitchen, balancing a coffee mug inside it, calling an apology for the mess over her shoulder. when she comes back, her cheeks are still tinged pink and she stands in front of you with a sheepish smile and all you can think is i love you i love you i love you.

the third time you almost say i love you is right after you start dating. you’re on your first official date, at the cinema after getting dinner together. you’re watching the movie but you can’t help but spend most of it looking at her rather than the screen, and when she looks over you blush and duck your head, looking back at the screen. she leans over and whispers in your ear “you can keep looking” and it takes everything you have not to let those three words you’ve been keeping in out.

the fourth time you almost say i love you, you’re kissing under a streetlight after that first date. it’s not the first time you’ve kissed, but it feels different to the other times, special. you can feel the smile on her lips as she kisses you, soft and sweet at first, then harder, like she’s scared you’ll slip away if she stops kissing you. when the two of you break apart, you stand there for a moment, foreheads touching, breath cloudy in the frosty air, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying it.

the fifth time you almost say i love you, you’re holding yourself up above her. one arm is on the bed, the other is reaching down her body, fingers between her legs. you think it when you touch her for the first time and feel how wet she is, you think it again when two of your fingers slip inside her, and again as you watch her face as she gets closer. when you feel her tensing around her fingers and her perfect mouth opens in a little ‘o’, you think it, but instead you kiss her as she comes with your fingers inside her.

the first time you say i love you is the morning after. you’re lying in bed, waking up to her pressing lazy kisses on your shoulder blades. the early morning sun is streaming in through the window, and she looks like a painting of a greek goddess. when you tell her she rolls her eyes, but you can see the way her cheeks blush, and your heart feels so full of love that you can’t help but say it. i love you, lessi. and when you do, she smiles brightly, kissing you fiercely, before pulling away and saying it back, and you let it fall from your mouth like a waterfall, i love you i love you i love you.

#alessia russo #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo fluff #awfc #smut #alessia russo smut #5 times #hannah writes fics

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novalizinpeace · 1 month

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what do you think It's the best part/arc untill now? Do you have a favorite future part we still didn't see?

Let see....

My fav post/ask?: The hug one with Callem and Nell.

My fav part (while make it): Alba talking about her horn.

My fav arc: isn't out yet

My favorite future part: UFFFF

the start of chapter 3 is going to be a hit in the teeth for everybody, me included.

#i had remade the sketch of this scene like #5 times #'cause i always change the camera view #but the scripts is always the same #so still my future fav moment #smiling critters arg #ask #nova say

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tooquirkytolose · 6 months

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Ok I'm gonna be real, this whole matthew perry death has made me realize he voiced Benny ring a ding ding man in New vegas...this whole time I thought it was a bit like I thought it was a joke 😭 I dunno man I just assumed everyone took one look at this character and went yeah he looks like a chandler ring a ding bing fuck I didn't know!!! I didn't realize!!! I played this game 5 TIMES!!!!!!

#chandler bing #5 TIMES #i cant believe matthew perry voiced him

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7lizardsinacoat · 5 months

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uhhhhhh steph color wip i may go more tealish with the shadows idk

edit: heading in this direction (may make the purple more neon ish idk)

edit: guess who changed direction again

dont look at me i want to do a good job

#brbrbrbrbbrrb #thats how my brain feels rn #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #this is looking like mariah so quickly ibe one been painting this for like 30 minutes wowie #AAAAAAAAAA #ive repainted this fully #and im not joking when i say this #5 times #hhhhhh

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maelstroms-blog · 15 days

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Please enjoy a Hob-centric fic where Dream cares for Hob, for once.

Part 2 of a 5 times plus 1 fic

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #ferdinand kingsley #tom sturridge #sandman fanfiction #sandman neil gaiman #neil gaiman #domestic fluff #fluff #5 times #light angst #hurt/comfort

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chamm0y · 4 months

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if the wind would let me work uninterrupted i'll be very thankful

#5 TIMES #5 times i had to restart my computer #STAAAP

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recomendandburn · 27 days

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#fic rec #hp fic rec #fic recomendation #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fic #hp fanfic #hp fic #harry potter fanfic rec #pro severus snape #harry potter #remus lupin fic #snupin #5 times

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popcorn-plots · 5 days

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.....new WIP lmao

#aka Stephen and Wong being awkward about love languages and how to communicate as a couple #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #wong #wongstrange #wong x strange #fluff #with a touch of angst #different love languges #love language #wip #work in progress #fic #5 times #1 time

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part Two)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.

It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

Btw - for this one, I reference one of my other fics - With Every Broken Bone. You don't need to have read it or anything - but if you're wondering where I pulled the idea that Kurt had a one-night stand, that's where.

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Conversation Two: Elliott

Kurt finishes the rest of his bagel and throws the paper wrapper into a nearby trash can. He still has a full cup of coffee to enjoy, and even though the stand’s regular roast is a bit bland, he’ll still take all the cheap coffee he can get in a day.

“You’re late,” Kurt says as he sips from the styrofoam cup. It’s nearly eleven and he does have lunch plans, but he and Elliott have been taking a Saturday morning walk in Central Park for half a decade now, and Kurt isn’t one to change his routine so easily.

“Yeah, I know, I know…” Elliott looks a little haggard. Despite the spring sun shining around them, Elliott’s lacking his usual energetic demeanor. “This guy I hooked up with didn’t want to leave the apartment. He kept wanting to snuggle.”

“Oh, the horror,” Kurt deadpans. He motions to the stand but Elliott brushes it off, not seeming interested despite having the knowledge that this little food cart has the best cream cheese in the park. Instead, they start down their usual path.

“Yeah, and then he spent an hour telling me about his antique birdhouse collection,” Elliott says. “I mean, you do you and everything, but I’ve got places to be.”

“Why did you even pick this guy?”

“Kurt, seriously…” Elliott stops them in their tracks a moment, and waits until an older woman walking her dog passes by. “He had the most beautiful cock that I have ever seen. I thought, when he sent me a pic, that he had doctored it somehow. But nope - good god, it was a work of art. Okay, why the look?”

“C’mon,” Kurt shrugs a little as they pick up walking again. “Let’s not kid ourselves. I may be fond of them, but the penis, by design, is hardly a work of art.”

“This guy’s was.”

“Fine, let’s say it was. Did you really think the most artistically designed dick was really going to be attached to the world’s most perfect human specimen?” Kurt asks.

“You know, you can judge me all you want - and, sure we only had, like, a sixty-seven percent match on the app,” Elliott continues. “But I got to play with the most beautiful cock, possibly, in North America.”

Kurt rolls his eyes a little, as he shakes his head. All these stories seem to run the same after awhile, and it’s times like these, he’s glad he’s married and settled. “Well, maybe next time you should downgrade a little and try a dick attached to a personality that better suits you.”

Elliott eyes him sharply. “It’s not like I’m expecting you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

Elliott plays it coy a little, which is unlike him. “The allure of just wanting to enjoy a beautiful cock for what it is.”

Kurt snaps his head abruptly. “I’ll have you know that Blaine has a--”

Elliott holds up his hand to stop him. “I have no doubt that whatever Blaine has is lovely. But Kurt, how many actual pensises have you seen in real life?”

Kurt scrunches his nose. “More than I’ve ever asked for. I’ve seen yours.”

Elliott grumbles. “Yeah, cause you don’t know how to knock before entering a room. No, I mean, how many have you seen actually up close? Two?”

“It’s been more than two,” Kurt says defensively.

“Has it?”

Kurt grumbles into his coffee, wondering why numbers are even important. “Fine, if we’re really going to go there… I mean, Blaine, obviously. Myself.”

“You can’t count yourself.”

“Ug, alright, well when Blaine and I broke up the first time I dated this British guy named Adam.”

“Oh god, you would date a British guy,” Elliott chuckled. “Did he also have a tattoo of the queen on his thing?”

“No,” Kurt shot back. “He was really pale though.” He slowed his walk to think about it further. “There was that one-night stand I had the summer after I called off the engagement. But, you know, I can’t even remember it all that well.”

“What about that dude who was older than your dad?” Elliott asks, wiggling his eyebrows as if it was a scandalous secret Kurt had kept all these years.

“Oh my god - I had forgotten about Walter…” Kurt replies. That had barely been a thing. “Yeah, we may have messed around a little. You know, his dick was much nicer than you’d expect. But my god, he did not know what to do with it. I honestly felt really bad for his ex-wife.”

“And…if my calculations are right, that’d bring us back to Blaine, so unless there’s a threesome in there that I don’t know about that brings your total to five.”

Kurt continues to sip his coffee, still mulling it over. “I mean…there was the one time I had to do a sex scene in a play, and I caught more than my fair share of my scene partner’s junk. But he had some weird stuff going on under the hood, so probably not even worth mentioning. I mean, like, weird piercings weird.”

“Ew.”

“I know.”

“So, there we have it,” Elliott says. He holds his hands out wide, as if some great conclusion had been stumbled upon. “My point stands.”

“There was a point to this?”

“What I’m saying is this,” Elliot says. “You’ve tried, like, five flavors of ice cream and decided you were done when there’s a vast array of ice cream flavors just waiting to be tasted. And, sure, some may leave you bloated and gross and won’t shut up about endangered birds of North America but my god it was worth it while you were eating it.”

“Why do people always use ice cream when making their sex metaphors?”

“Who doesn’t love ice cream?”

“Lesbians, probably.”

“It’s a multipurpose metaphor, Kurt, and you’re intentionally getting off topic.”

“I just think it’s a ridiculous point,” Kurt says, a layer of irritation in his voice. How is this a conversation they even ended up having? “Have you ever stopped to think about quality over quantity? How many guys, on average, do you think you pick up a week?”

Elliott thinks it over. “I don’t know, maybe one or two on a good week.”

“Wow - I didn’t realize it was that many.”

“You’re being judgy again, Kurt…”

“Anyway…” Kurt says, with a long gulp of his coffee - lamenting that he’s almost done with the cup. “On average, I’d say Blaine and I mess around three or four times a week. So, comparatively, I’m having my expensive, always satisfying sweet treat twice as often and always at my disposal while you scrounge around trying to engorge yourself on any freezer burned dessert in a decently wrapped package, trying to trick yourself into thinking that the ice cream sandwich stuck at the bottom is marginally better because it has that chocolate cookie included, but once you try it, it’s not nearly as edible as it initially looked. Well, you can keep your most likely chemically encrusted, cheap ice cream. I want my gourmet vanilla with caramel sauce every time. ”

Elliott remains quiet for a long beat. “I think you killed the metaphor.”

“Well, it was your metaphor,” Kurt shoots back. “Besides, would you have preferred me to say that my husband might not be breaking the art world with his cock but his is the most beautiful to me and I would rather be fucked by that than by anything else?”

Elliott lets out a hearty laugh. “Kurt, I love it when you're poetically crude."

Kurt grumbles again as he tosses the empty coffee cup into a trash can on the side of the path. “And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with liking birds.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing - Don’t worry about it.”

#s.o. writes things #5 times #kurt hummel #elliott gilbert #kurt hummel fic

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fruchtfliege · 11 months

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SLEEPYTIME THEO

Summary:

Liam keeps falling asleep every time Theo shows up for pack meetings… usually on him. At first, they all think that Theo must be the comfiest chimera to ever live but it soon starts to get suspicious.

Or, five times Liam falls asleep on Theo and one time Theo falls asleep on Liam.

Chapters: 1/1 (7K)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Alec (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Alan Deaton, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Brett Talbot

Additional Tags: Thiam, sleepy Liam, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor, Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor, they just don't know it, OS, Fluff, Falling asleep against someone as love language, Theo's eyes glow blue fight me, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, but just a little bit

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #ao3 #thiam fanfic #thiam fanfiction #5 times #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #:)))) !!!!!

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boldlyanxious · 10 months

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Blurt it out

5 times Marinette almost tells Steph her secret Masterlist

She nearly told her right then. After years of keeping the secret from everyone in her life she nearly blurted it out to a stranger. Surely she couldn't be distracted by a tall blond the same way she had at thirteen. It had to be the fact that she was blindsided by the sudden shift in the situation. She went from waiting to order lunch to being faced with a gun by an armed robber.

“Everybody freeze. Hands up.”

“Est-ce un jeu?” She spoke in French to buy some time.

The shout had come from behind her but there was a man in front of her with a gun as well. She looked around, trying to decide what to do. She had frozen but she didn’t lift her hands. The man motioned with the gun but he didn’t speak. The next voice came from the woman beside her.

“No.”

The woman shifted and put her hands on her hips.

“What do you mean no. I have a gun.”

She didn’t want to turn back to see what the other man was doing. She maintained eye contact with the man in front of her. His eyes seemed understanding so she made herself seem very confused and looked around.

“Ce qui se passe?”

The woman behind her didn’t seem to be concerned at all and was still antagonizing the other gunman.

“I’m really supposed to believe you know what to do with a gun when you are holding it like that?"

Marinette could hear steps behind her but she focused on the man approaching her. He touched her arm gently and nudged. She took half a step back so he tried again. He motioned, lifting his arms to demonstrate what she should be doing. That was all she needed. He was in close and his gun was no longer aimed at anyone.

“Now!” she shouted.

She kicked out, disarming the man. He seemed stunned. Marinette just hoped that the other woman would take the cue to disarm the other one. A couple others in the shop rushed forward to help restrain the man now that he didn’t have a gun. Marinette turned to see that the other woman had managed to take down the other gunman and was holding him on the ground.

“That’s some quick thinking there,” she said. “Wish I could have seen you in action.”

Marinette stopped herself from blurting out where she picked up the quick thinking skills.

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It was cold and Marinette was waiting for the bus. She nearly gave up. It was very late and it was slick out. She just wanted to go back to bed. The meetings today could not be rescheduled but the coffee shop she wanted to treat herself with was closed. Apparently they had respected the weather. She had lived here long enough to know that it took a lot for the locals to decide against opening on time. But all around her were places that she usually would see open by the time she caught the bus.

Finally she could hear the bus coming.

She picked up her bag and held onto the pole so she could get her feet under her on the few steps away from where the bus always stopped. There was a shout as a man ran across the road. He was clearly sliding but was more concerned with getting away from the masked woman chasing him. Assessing quickly, Marinette picked her out as Spoiler, her favorite of the local vigilantes. That meant that the man was probably running away from whatever crime he had just committed.

Spoiler caught him just as they made it out of the street. The bus was sliding past the usual stopping point, the wheels were stopped but the slippery hill was keeping the momentum going. The criminal twisted away, with an elbow hitting Spoiler in the face. The impact sent him tumbling forward but Spoiler slipped back towards the street.

She could see it all happen before it did. It was just like when she could see the lucky charm when she was Ladybug. The sequence of events happened in her mind and she knew that the bus would slide into Spoiler right after she landed on the road. Lunging forward, she grabbed her in the air and pivoted. Her foot slipped on the ice but she managed to twist around. Her butt and back hit first and then her head before she slid along the ice. It felt like there was a weight pressing on her and she groaned.

“You could be a hero with reflexes like that.”

Her purple cape was the first thing Marinette focused on. It was blowing in the wind covering most of her field of vision. But Spoiler’s smile was directly in front of her and it took a moment to connect that to the fact that she was on top of her. The weight shifted as Spoiler moved to unpin her from the ice. She was still dazed but as she sat up and looked around, she saw the bus she just pulled the vigilante away from had made the stop and was now pulling away. She had missed the bus she waited for. She wondered if it would impress her to hear about her own experience in a mask but she was still too dazed to make a response.

Spoiler helped her up, there were spikes on her boots that helped her maintain traction on the ice. Her hand rested on Marinette’s side and steadied her once she stood up. Marinette put her other hand on the same pole she had been using before to help her not slide around. The purple mask got very close to her face, so close she could see the blue eyes and the tiny flakes of snow freezing to her eyelashes. She needed to say something in response. She quickly tried to think of the best response to the compliment.

“Purple,” she whispered.

The eyes widened and pulled back slightly but Marinette followed and placed a kiss on her cold cheek. She wondered if the pink on the skin was from the cold or if she had made her blush. Their moment was interrupted by other vigilantes who had arrived to help them. They had hauled up the criminal and the police were arriving to arrest him.

“I don’t think you have a concussion but you hit that ice pretty hard. Do you need help getting home?”

“I’m supposed to have a meeting but I missed the bus, it was already so late.”

“You did a great job making sure it missed me. Can you reschedule the meeting?”

“I could do that for you.” Marinette relaxed against her, “You just keep holding on.”

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She wasn’t stalking. That would be weird. She wasn’t fourteen anymore and it was no longer acceptable to follow around cute blondes. She just happened to be patrolling in the neighborhood and saw the woman she had seen in the cafe before. It was far too cool for the dress she was wearing but her jacket was slung over her shoulder and she was talking on the phone a bit too loud for how dark it was in this area of the city.

Ladybug was just keeping an eye. That was her job anyway. Vigilance in a situation that could seem like a prime opportunity to the citizens of the seedy underbelly of Gotham. The woman stumbled slightly on her tall heels as she struggled to get her phone back in her tiny clutch. Ladybug landed off to the side. Not in front of her blocking the path but in her line of sight so she wasn’t sneaking up on her. She was startled anyway.

“It’s late to be out on your own,” Ladybug said.

“It seems to be turning out in my favor since it got you to show up.”

The woman smiled down at her. Ladybug was happy for the mask to hide her flush. She had to tip her head back to look up at her. She was already tall. She had noticed that in the cafe, but now she was wearing heels that added several inches to her height. She glanced back down at the dress. It was a bright purple with black accents and the silver pumps were glittering with rhinestones.

“Do you have far to go? I could walk with you.”

“I’ll walk to the far side of Gotham if I get to walk with Ladybug.” She reached out to link their arms. “But my apartment is two blocks from here.”

Ladybug couldn’t tell her that they had met before. It wouldn’t be right to put that kind of burden on a civilian, especially one she didn’t know.

“I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“I’m not sure my home is safe.” Ladybug put her arm out to stop them from going any further. But when she looked in the woman’s face her eyes were twinkling. “There are monsters in my closet. You will have to stay until I’m tucked in and check for me.”

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Marinette found herself biting her lip a lot to keep the secret. She had never wanted to tell anyone as much as she wanted to tell Steph. They hadn’t even been dating long but she just felt comfortable with her. The threat seemed so long in the past that she didn’t know how it could matter anymore. The kwami had been tucked into their box since Hawkmoth’s defeat except for when she took Tikki out to patrol. They had gained too much publicity at the time with Gabriel Agreste turning out to be the man under the mask to be anything but cautious. When the press had died down, she found a reason to move to Gotham. There was magic there that would obscure the miraculi and she needed to be away from Paris.

She watched as the worker strapped Steph into the harness. They were both pretty excited about the zipline. It was the highest one available on the East coast. It just went in over the harbor where the amusement mile had been torn down. This was the first time they were offering rides at night. Steph had found out and made sure to reserve tickets for her birthday. They had spent the whole day together doing all the things that Marinette loved. Then she surprised her at dinner with the tickets.

She took her own turn being strapped into the harness. She looked down to watch, double checking that the attendant had fastened everything right. When she lifted her head back up, it was just in time for Steph to move in for a kiss. Everything with her felt right. She pulled back with a smile and their hands held tight until the attendant had them separate for the ride. They looked at each other and pushed off into the night at the same time.

It was magical. It reminded her so much of flying through the air as Ladybug. She closed her eyes and remembered what it had felt like. When she opened them again she looked over at Steph. This was so much better. There wasn’t the worry of Hawkmoth and she was there with the woman she loved. She surprised herself thinking that. But it wasn’t actually that surprising. She was the first person she thought of every morning and the last person she thought of every night.

They reached over and linked hands. The lights on the other side were getting brighter and they could see the attendants on the other side. Steph landed first and she was helped down right after. She couldn’t tell her how it felt to fly like Ladybug again. So she said the next thing she wanted to blurt out.

“I love you.”

Steph met her in a kiss and whispered “I love you” against her lips. It really had been a perfect birthday.

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She wasn’t even nervous about taking Steph to meet her parents. They were happy and in love and her parents were excited to meet her. She expected they would tease her but there wasn’t much she could say about them that wasn’t true. They were absolutely in love and made it everyone’s problem. Their friends in Gotham were probably excited to have a break from their constant affection. Marinette grinned just thinking of it.

“What has you smiling like that?” Steph asked. “Is it the hero festival? We should go. It's the perfect timing.”

“Well, I was thinking of you and I can’t help but smile when I do that.”

“Simp.”

“Yes, but I’m your simp.” Steph stopped responding to grin herself at that. “I didn't know about the hero festival but we should go. We need to do all the things you want to do.”

Steph frowned.

“If you don’t want to, you can help me pick things that are important to you. This trip is about both of us.”

“I do want to go. We will probably see a lot of people I know there.”

She couldn’t tell her that many of them might not recognize her without the mask. She always wanted to just blurt it out but she couldn’t. Especially not in Paris. There would be too much risk of being overheard whether when she said it or after. They would definitely need to talk about it and it would be too awkward right before they met her parents.

They arrived at the bakery and her parents dropped everything, even with a line of customers, to greet them. Many of the regulars remembered Marinette and were happy to wait and get a chance to see her again and after the initial moment her parents rushed back to the line to clear it out and then closed the shop early.

“We will have time later. You don’t have to close,” Marinette said.

“Our time is limited. It isn’t that long until close anyway and we have a lot to do for the hero festival tomorrow,” her maman said.

“Besides, what is really important is having you two taste test everything we made for the festival tomorrow,” her papa said.

They spent the evening with her parents and played games. It was exactly as easy as Marinette expected to get her parents to love her girlfriend. When she woke early the next morning, her mother even took the time to tell her how much they loved her.

“It was clear when you talked about her on our video calls and in the times she was there with you that you two were well suited,” Maman said.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone,” she admitted. “It always felt so hard to be in love. Like it would just fade away if I admitted it but she makes it easy.”

“I feel the same way,” Steph said from behind her.

She knew that with anyone else saying something like that she would have felt embarrassed but there was no shame coming from her, just pure love. To demonstrate that she came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. Marinette relaxed against her as she put her head on top of her own. She twisted around to give her a kiss but Steph had snuck her coffee mug and had it tipped back all the way as she was draining it.

“Hey, foul!” Marinette exclaimed. “You tricked me. Again. How did I fall for that again?”

“I love how trusting you are,” Steph said, leaning down to give her a peck on the nose.

After replacing her coffee and getting Steph more, they had breakfast before they helped her parents load up the treats to take to the festival. She wasn’t sure if she would see Adrien there. She was the only one who knew he had been Chat Noir but they had agreed to never show up in Paris again unless it was a major situation, not just for publicity. But he had created the foundation that was paying for everything at the festival, including her parents’ baked goods so they could be given out to everyone who showed up to remember the heroes.

It was more fun than she expected. She saw so many friends and people she remembered and Steph loved to hear about all the antics they got away with in their youth. She was the only one who knew every time that someone was omitting details because they were wielding a miraculous. One that she had chosen to put in their hands. It made her feel pensive as they came to a poster of her from the first picture ever taken of Ladybug. She had been so nervous then, maybe it would have been better if she had backed away but it was too late for regret. Steph didn’t know what she was thinking but she still came up to take her hand.

“She was so young; it’s hard to imagine.”

“Yeah,” Marinette said. “That was her first time as a hero. It must have been so overwhelming.”

She could feel it overwhelming her now. Not just the thought of suddenly becoming an untrained hero, but wanting to share her secret with the one she loved. She leaned her head against Steph’s shoulder and they stood there for a moment thinking about the young hero.

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Marinette couldn’t help smiling even though it was raining. Her shop was doing great and she had finished a purple jacket for Steph. It was a surprise for her birthday and she was struggling to keep it to herself. She had to focus on how Steph’s face would look when she opened her gift later. The party was a surprise too but she was fairly certain that Steph had figured them out. There were too many conversations that went silent when she walked towards people and she was just too good at getting information from people.

If anything she suspected that Tim was the weak link. He had a tendency to be hyper focused on his own work to the exclusion of all else. It would be easy for Steph to slip in leading questions. She could do it casually enough and not push right away so she could collect little samples of information. That is how she worked out all the things that Marinette wanted for her birthday. They had started dating right after Steph’s birthday last year so everything had to be perfect this year. She was headed home to finish the cake while Jason took her to a waffle festival. Hopefully she would still want some cake later.

She hugged the wall of the building to lock the door, trying to block the rain even though it was inevitable that she would be drenched shortly. But then a red umbrella with black spot filled her field of vision before it moved over her head. Steph’s blue eyes met hers before she was pushed into the wall and was kissing her girlfriend.

“Surprise,” Steph said as she pulled away.

“I’m always surprised by how amazing you are. You would think I would learn.” She leaned forward for another kiss. “People alway think that kissing in the rain is great but no one ever mentions your girlfriend surprising you with an umbrella.”

“I found it at the festival. It reminded me of your Paris Ladybug stories.”

“I was Ladybug,” Marinette said.`

There. It was out there now.

Blurted out as it always seemed to come to her. Steph laughed initially and then her eyes widened as Marinette didn't return the smile. It sank in that she was telling the truth.

"That is wonderful," Steph said. "That means I can tell you I'm Spoiler and it won't scare you like it would a civilian."

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